(Alexander’s POV)
Chase wasn’t done explaining to me yet where on earth she got me a bride when the pianist started playing the Bridal Chorus. My forehead creased as I turned toward the woman in white walking alone in the aisle. She was wearing a simple silver-white wedding gown Mei had chosen.
Mei, running away on our wedding day was devastating already, taking a bride from somewhere was another highly upsetting decision.
“Trust me, Alex,” Chase whispered as we both watched the bride walking slowly in the aisle. Until she got here in front, I would not breathe. “Just be ready because I will be pursuing her after your divorce. She’s a Kiera Knightley, very beautiful.” He chuckled as he excitedly shared with me a little detail about her.
I took a deep breath, holding to his last words as he gave me hope and assurance that the one walking in the aisle was a person, and the face behind her veil was beautiful.
Should I have known they would be picking a bride for me on this day, I should have just asked Ms. Runaway and offered her a deal. For sure, she would not turn it down if I offered a hefty amount to join me on the altar today.
Despite Chase’s promise, my heart was beating wildly as I lifted the veil, uncovering her face. I heard the guests laugh because her eyes were closed, and I bet she had been crying since she walked the aisle.
My heart leaped out of my chest, seeing the same girl I had in mind who just said I do a while ago. I sneered and scoffed at her.
“So, you are escaping from me,” I said, taking my handkerchief to wipe her tears in her cheeks.
Her eyes widened as she recognized me.
“You are crashing your own wedding?” Kayleigh asked as she hiccupped.
“I was the monster groom.” I cleared it to her, then looked at her staff Ella as she mouthed, “kiss the bride.”
She didn’t need to tell me because I had hoped to kiss her lips since I met her in the elevator. Seeing her licking her lips after drinking the martini drove me nuts, wanting me to pull her closer to me and claim her mouth.
“Questions later. Let me kiss my wife.” I uttered in a low voice as I finally sealed this ceremony, kissing Kayleigh David, my wife, on her soft lips.
***
“When you’re happy, and you know it…” Leigh stops singing and turns to me as she blocks our hotel room door. “Come on, husband, complete it.”
I take a deep breath as I look at my drunk wife. A few strands from her braided hair loosened, and she blew them away from her face. She giggled when the loose strands just flew back again to her face. I scoff, trailing her face with my fingers and tucking the strands of hair to her ears.
She pouts her lips, making her look more adorable. “Come on, finish the song.”
“Clap your hands,” I say in a monotone voice. “Now, can we go inside the room? I’m tired, wife.”
“Na-ah!” She shakes her head. “My family’s really superstitious, and I’ve seen this many times. You don’t want to disappoint my Abuela.”
“What?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. I could not believe there are still people in this generation that believe in superstitions.
She grabs the collar of my dress suit to pull me closer to her. “We have to go inside together,” She whispers in my ear, making me want to kiss and touch her. “Or you have to let me enter the room first to avoid the bad luck,”
“Leigh,” I groan, pushing her to the side so I can open the door, but she remains standing and guarding the entry.
“I had too much bad luck today, husband,” she says, batting her eyelashes to me. “Please…”
She is my bride, after all, so I pull her closer to me and carry her as any husband should do. She giggles, weaving her hands to my nape, moving her closer to my body.
“Will your Abuela be happy now?” I ask her.
She smiles. “This is better. No evil spirit will follow us, husband,” she says as she buries her face to my neck.
When we enter the room, we both collapse in the bed, causing Leigh to giggle and spread her arms above her head. She seems not to mind I am on top of her, which gives me a better view of her face down to her cleavage.
I swallow hard as I gaze at her gorgeous face. Her brown eyes under her long and thick eyelashes are dreamy and beautiful. My fingers trailed her pointed nose down to her full lips. Chase might need to have his eyes checked. Kayleigh David is not a Kiera Knightly, but she is more beautiful at a closer look. He always had this habit of comparing women to the celebrities he liked, and recently, he has a thing for the Elizabeth Swann character.
“You’re so gorgeous, husband,” She breathes, raising her hand and caressing my face with her delicate fingers. My eyes close, breathing deeply as she strokes my cheeks gently and lovingly. When her fingers reach the corners of my lips, I hold her hand and put her index finger into my mouth, biting it playfully.
She closes her eyes and moans in pleasure, and then she surprises me when she giggles excitedly and opens her eyes.
“It’s funny we can’t touch each other as we wanted,” Leigh utters, watching me as I kiss her palm.
“You’re my wife now. I can take and have you as I pleased,” I said, meeting her eyes. “What do you want, wife?”
Her hands touch my neck down to my dress suit. “I don’t know...” She starts to unbutton my shirt. “What do I want?” She bites her lower lip after sighing deeply, and then she pouts her lips. “It’s a hard decision when in front of me is my gorgeous and sexy husband,” She whispers, then giggles again. “Oh! I’m dead!”
I lowered my head, brushing my lips into her soft mouth.
“You’re drunk, wife...” I whispered into her ear, causing her to gasp.
“I know...” She utters in a low voice and gives me her sweet-sad smile. “If I were Mei, I wouldn’t run away. Why would I, when you’re too perfect,”
If she only knew that no one wanted to be wedded today. Mei and I didn’t love each other, but we were a perfect match in business. I just didn’t expect she would run away on this day instead of telling my face that she was no longer interested in our agreement.
She groans, pushing me gently and sitting down on the bed. “I’m sober now, Alexander.”
“That fast?” I chuckle, sitting beside her.
She nods, turning to me to show me her cute and still drunk smile. “Still drunk, juuust a tiny bit.”
She gestures her hand that I should go behind her.
“Why?” I ask, thinking that Kayleigh David is full of wonders.
“My scalp is complaining already. My hair wants to breathe, and those hairstylists made sure not a single strand of my hair wouldn’t run away during the wedding ceremony,” she explains. “Help me with these pins,” she adds, taking the pins from her head.
She sat crossed-legged, placing the pins she had already taken and arranged them in line in the bed. I went to her back, spread my legs, and she came closer to me, almost touching my crotch. I heave a deep sigh, thinking this woman really knows how to make me suffer.
“Let me lay my conditions now, Alexander Hearst,” Leigh utters, rearranging the pins according to their sizes.
I tilt my head to peek at her, but she is busy puckering her eyebrows, rearranging the items she got from her hair on the mattress.
“I only agree to this to save my face and my business,” she started. “Plus, I didn’t want to be dragged to hell without tasting heaven first,” she laughed bitterly. “Just kidding. I wanted to prove to my family that I can do this and am not cursed!”
“What do you want?” I already thought she would ask for some sort of payment, but she pointed out something else when she spoke.
“First, you have to be there when I explain to Seb that all these happened because of your bride,” she said, raising her hand, wiggling her fingers for me to see the engagement ring on her finger. “He would be calling tomorrow. Second, until we sign the divorce papers, I will be your wife and submit to you, and you will be husband, except we’re not to consummate this marriage.”
“Your point?” I ask, wanting to clarify her second condition.
She glances at me and smiles sheepishly. “Let’s just say, Alexander, we’ll be playing house.”
My forehead creases, not understanding her point.
“My family’s very traditional, husband,” she groans, causing me to hate it whenever she calls my ‘husband’ as an endearment. “Besides, I don’t want them to think I didn’t try to make our married life ideal… somehow.”
“We didn’t need to pretend, wife!” I said, emphasizing my last word. “You’re free to do whatever you want to do. Besides, tomorrow, Chase will be here to bring us the papers so he can process the divorce right away. Like what he said, you’ll be walking home tomorrow afternoon single again.”
Her lips quiver, and then she laughs giddily. “Just play along with me, okay?”
“Whatever!” I groan. “What’s your next condition?” I ask, giving her the last pin.
She starts to untangle the braid in her hair. “Finally!” She stood up, taking the pins she arranged carefully, and placed them inside the small box. “Later,” she said, yawning. “Can I take a shower first?”
“We could shower together?” I smirk, thinking of what I would do if she agreed.
“Tempting, but no!” She turned her back on me and went to the bathroom.
I opened another martini bottle and drank straight from it while waiting for her to go out of the bathroom. I didn’t bring many clothes because I was thinking of going back to my house after the ceremony and expected Mei to do the same. All I had was one pair of pajamas and jeans and a shirt that I brought because I was also considering staying in the hotel after the wedding.
“Husband, I hope you don’t mind me wearing your PJs,” Leigh said as she went out of the bathroom door.
I turn around, swallowing hard as I see my wife wearing only the top pajama. My eyes went down from her upper thighs to her legs. She smiles at me, looking embarrassed for a while as she brushes her hair.
One thing is sure in this rollercoaster ride. Chase and my father brought my eternal damnation when they chose Kayleigh David to be my wife today.
(Alexander’s POV)Kayleigh Davis is my lawfully wedded wife, and right now, she is standing in front of me, wearing nothing but my top pajama, which is enough to cover a portion of her upper thighs.“Sorry, we have to share one pajama,” she smiles sheepishly as she brushes her hair. “I asked Alfie to bring me fresh clothes tomorrow.”I watch her climb up the bed and take her smartphone. She taps the bed excitedly. “Come here, Alex. Come on, hurry!”Wondering what it is about, I sit beside her, only to find out she is facing a camera and not some message from her cellphone. She pulls my arm closer to her, making my manhood hard as my nostrils catch her sweet-smelling scent. She puckers her mouth on my cheek then clicks the camera. She checks the picture afterward and then pouts her lips.
(Leigh’s POV)Alfie and his big mouth shared in his vlog how our day ended yesterday, and even without telling who the client was, it somehow showed a few seconds of us, Alex kissing me passionately on the lips after the pronouncement. Kayla, my sister, and one of his few followers saw the video, and the news spread like wildfire in the forest.I was doing my early stretching when my phone rang. It was my brother’s Carlos, and when I ignored the call, I had another call.I found myself panicking and screaming, running like crazy to the open bathroom, forgetting that my Adonis husband was taking a shower.When he asked me my problem, I completely forgot about it as my eyes darted on his majestic shaft. I have never seen a real one in my entire life, except in pictures from my science classes, but is this what they call long, massive. All I
(Leigh’s POV)Before Alex could explain himself, I had already hit his hand on my thigh with my cellphone, making him roar with laughter. He raises his hands after ending the call and still laughing.“Chase won’t accept any of my explanations anyway,” he says, picking his cup and sipping coffee. “He likes you,” he continued as his smile disappeared.I almost choked at what he said.He heaves a deep sigh and leans on the backrest of the chair. “So, tell me about your family before we go there.” He clucks his tongue and shakes his head, surprising me. “I don’t want to go in a war without knowing anything, Leigh.”I frown at him. “You’re not going into a war, husband,” I utter, twitching my lips and squinting my eyes. “But come to think of it,
(Alexander’s POV)“When you said home, I didn’t expect this long travel, Leigh,” I didn’t mean to complain, but three hours of driving was not a joke. “Where do I turn?” I asked as we entered a rough road.“Do you see those string lights ahead?” She pointed with her finger. “And do you see that house? You can stop the car there.”“I need a massage later,” I groan, massaging the back of my neck. Should I have known the long drive, I have asked my driver this morning.“I’ll give you a full massage later if we survive this one,” Leigh said, struggling to unfasten her seatbelt. She cursed under her breathe, causing me to shake my head.“Let me do it,” I shake my head, unbuckling my seatbelt to help her with hers. Her hands are
(Leigh’s POV) “Alexander Hearst, what have you done?” I ask furiously as I watch him roam around my tiny bedroom as if he is in a museum. I am crying in a panic, but my crazy husband seems to be amused with my artwork and the cleanliness of my room. “A week delayed?” I yelled, growling at him.He turns to me. “It was taking you too long to think. If you’re not pregnant, then it’s easier to file the divorce.” He pulls the chair on my study table and pulls me to him, sitting me on his lap.I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying, but the back of my legs was swollen after my father paddled me five times that I could not help myself from yelping. I grip his arm, stopping myself from screaming.Alex’s forehead knitted, and he seem
(Leigh’s POV)Not breaking the kiss, I hold the hem of his shirt, hoping to take it off, but I am only putting myself in an embarrassing situation because my hands fidget, not knowing what to do. I groan, making him chuckle in between our kisses. He helps me pull off his shirt and toss it somewhere in my bedroom.When his lips parted my mouth and glided to my jaw, we both heard the ringing of my cellphone.No. Not just mine, but also his.Alex reaches for my cellphone and reads the screen but returns it on the table, and he bites my earlobe before whispering into my ears. “Leigh, baby, it’s Seb.”“Who?” I ask, trying to remember the name which seems familiar. His burning kisses had impaired my hearing and affected my brain.I felt him smiling as his lips brushed the skin of my neck. “Seb... Sebastian,
(Leigh’s POV)When Alex and I enter the dining room, my nostrils get excited smelling my mother has prepared all my favorite food. My eyes give Alex a quick look, and he seems to be amazed at the long table. I hold his hand and tug him to the two vacant seats.We are like in a traditional classroom, always having the same seating arrangement. Papa is seated on the head seat of the table, while Mama is in his right while Granny is on his left. The following would be according to our birth order, and being the youngest, I would be on the farthest end of the table. We usually have dinner outside when we are all together since we do not fit at the long table now that my brothers and sisters have their own family and children, but today, only the adults are in the dining room. Suddenly, I want to join my nephews and nieces in the backyard, enjoying their dinner.
(Leigh’s POV)Our first dinner was a success, but I had to excuse myself from everyone when my phone rang. When I saw Seb’s name on my cellphone’s screen, Alex told me I had to answer it, reminding me I could not avoid Sebastian forever.I walked back to my room and directly went inside the bathroom. I sat inside the bathtub, and for a while, I stared at my phone screen before accepting the call.“Seb,” was the only word I could say. My hands are trembling, and I feel like choking after making such an impulsive decision. An intelligent person would not opt for that irresponsible choice.“Sweetheart, finally,” Seb said as soon as he heard my voice. The worry, instead of anger, in his voice, melted my heart away. “I met Alfie this morning, and he explained to me everything.”I started to bawl like a child. When