Rachel's POV

Mildly dyslexic? I gave Alexander a wary look and looked down at my hands. I began playing with my fingers because I didn't know what to say or think. I don't think he is completely wrong, he might actually be right. I just never thought that I was one to have a case of dyslexia. I honestly brought it down to that I was simply a dumb girl.

"Well... why hasn't anyone told me that before? Or why didn't my teachers in high school pick up on it?" I asked with a little bit of disappointment.

Alexander simply shrugged at me. "Perhaps because your case is only mild. I guess it in escalates in situations where you are nervous or under pressure. Do I make you nervous, princess?" he asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Whatever, Alexander."

However, thinking back now I understand why I was struggled in high school. A job that required a lot of intellectual ability may not exactly me suited for me. I was always more of a hands on person. Luckily the waitressing job at the club operated with a simple number system so I was able to get through without much difficulty.

I sighed a deep breath in disappointment. I wanted to go back to school to study and make something of myself but I knew I would only struggle with the menial tasks.

Alexander stood up and came over to me leaning on his desk. "It's not the end of the world. Why do you look so defeated?"

I expressed a scowl but it wasn't directed at him. "I wanted to go back to school and study. I had an inkling that I would struggle with some aspects, but now I'm having second thoughts."

Alexander slowly nodded at me deep in thought. "I knew you'd want to do that. So I took the liberty to help you out." He went over to his bookshelf were there was a small folder of brochures and pamphlets. He handed it to me and I immediately opened it up skimming through it.

"I had David gather those us for you yesterday. Your high school grades were in the report Liam gave me when I asked him to do a background check on you. I saw how atrocious your grades were," Alexander said with no sense on sugar-coating things.

I let out a small chuckle at his remark because let's face it, they were atrocious. "Goodness, Alexander. It's great to know that the world can depend on you for sensitivity. Thank you so much for making me feel better," I let out sarcastically.

He didn't care for my sarcasm nor did he care that he was being insensitive. "It's a compilation of more vocational jobs. Liam had noted that you were particularly fond of art, design and the creatives. Sewing too and I realised that he was correct when you stitched up my knuckles like a professional. There is a list of private institutions directed at a specific creative trade. Pick your choice and tell me, then we'll get you started."

Hearing that made my heart melt because this was the Alexander I liked. The considerate and kind Alexander. I was extremely glad at what he had said so I leaped forward and gave him a tight hug. He was caught off-guard and I'm sure his reflex would tell him to push me away but he stopped himself before he could do that and stiffened.

Slowly his hands came up and hugged me back gently.

I pulled away and surprising myself I planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Alexander. This means the world to me."

His stoic look had once again appeared, and he curtly nodded at me. He didn't like affection that was not initiated by him that's for sure.

The day had passed and I was still researching the various institutions that were in the brochures. They were all private and prestigious academies that cost a massive fortune. If I wasn't married to Alexander then this would be one of those moments that simply ended up in my diary.

Speaking of which, I can't seem to find it anywhere

Alexander had given me a new laptop and a new phone earlier. The exact rose gold colour that I had always wanted. He seemed to be living up to his promise and I was grateful for all the new and nice things he was providing me with, but I feel a bit bad for some reason. The trait of being a gold-digger hit me deeper than I thought it would but then again, I was desperate to get out of my crappy routine of constant struggles and financial issues.

It's weird having everything that I've always dreamed off at my disposal.

I continued researching each institution and weighing the pros and cons of each faculty. I was still so undecided. I knew that I didn't want to pursue anything in the art field, neither did I want to pursue anything in the culinary or baking field. I didn't exactly want to turn everyday leisure activities into something that I was dependent on for a living.

Although it was bold of me to assume that Alexander would allow me to work. But he wasn't my keeper and he can't control what I can and can't do.

I decided to take a break from all the researching and go downstairs in the living room. I now had a Netflix account and I was very excited to use it. Alexander was cooked up in his study all day. He was busy and I kept my distance because I could hear him screaming at someone through the phone multiple times throughout the day.

However before I could even switch the tv on, I was scooped up by massive arms and carried in the air.

"Oh goodness, don't do that again," I said to Alexander as he walked up the stairs with me. "I can walk you know. You can put me down."

He simply gave me a smug grin and ignored me as he took me up to the bedroom. I looked at him a little apprehensively. "Can we wait until tomorrow? I'm still sore," I said to him as I played with the hairs at the back of his neck. I was genuinely sore after our activities because Alexander was relentless last night.

He let out a hearty laugh at me. "You're already assuming things. Don't worry, I'm well aware that you are not some sort of sex object. I know you are sore and I'm sorry. That's why I wanted us to go for a swim now. Here, change into this and come down to the pool," he said and handed me a bathing suit.

Or I'd rather say a lack of a bathing suit.

"I might as well go naked if you want me to wear this," I grimaced at the extremely skimpy bikini in my hand. It was red with 2 tiny triangular pieces of material to cover my breasts and the bottoms were literally a g-string.

"Do you know how uncomfortable a g-string is? It's literally shoving a piece of string up your ass," I further attested as I looked at Alexander in disbelief.

He pulled me closer and rested his hands on my ass, squeezing lightly.

"Well wear it for me and I promise that I will soothe your ass after our swim. Would you like that?" he whispered in a sultry tone.

I blushed at his remark and got out of his grasp.

"Can I pick something else to wear?"

"Sure. You can either wear that, or wear nothing. Completely up to you," he drawled out and left the room.

I huffed in annoyance but nevertheless I did change into it. My insecurities were getting the best of me but I pushed it back down and tried to get comfortable. It really didn't cover much. All parts of my breasts except the nipples were practically on display and don't even get me started on the bottoms.

Gingerly I went down to the huge pool and Alexander was already in doing a few laps. His big biceps flexing with each stroke and his long legs effortlessly kicking as he propelled forward.

He reached the wall of the pool where I was and he stared at me shamelessly with his lustful teal eyes. He didn't say anything, because the bulge in his swimming trunks spoke for him.

I giggled at that and sat down at the edge where he came and played with my legs. There was soft music playing in the background and the lights from inside the pool was added to the calming atmosphere.

He reached next to me and handed me a cocktail glass with an orange propped up on the rim of it. He had a beer in hand.

I mixed the cocktail blending the orange and pick colours and then took a sip. "Now this I really really like," I smiled and took another big sip. "What is it?"

"Sex on the beach," he said with a smirk.

"Can I try yours?" I asked and pointed to his beer that he had just taken a sip from.

"You won't like it, princess," he said but still handed the bottle to me.

I smelled it and it wasn't pleasant at all. I slowly brought it to my lips and took a small taste, however I instantly spat it out as my face scrunched in disgust.

"That taste horrible!" I spewed out and gave it back to him. "How can you drink something so vile?"

It tasted immensely bitter and disgusting.

Alexander cocked his head and raised the bottled to me as he took another sip. "It's not that bad," he laughed.

"It's absolutely terrible. But at least it suits your brooding personality. Cold, bitter and harsh," I said with a smile playing on my face.

Alexander's eyes lit up with mirth and he stealthily made his way closer to me. "Is that what you think of me, princess?" I nodded boldly at him.

He motioned his hands forward and splashed me with a ton of water. Cold water. I lightly screamed because it was cold but then he pulled me all the way in and I wrapped my legs around him as we both laughed for the rest of the night.