Chapter Five

"We dated for about four months before we got married," Adam lied.

"How did you two meet?" He questioned.

"She used to deliver pizza for a living, and the first time she knocked on my door, I couldn't take my eyes off her. I found myself ordering pizza almost everyday which really wasn't good for my figure," he answered.

Some journalists chuckle.

"So instead, I offered her a job, thinking it'd pass. It only made it worse. Until one day, I finally talked myself into asking her out . . .and she said yes." Adam turns his head and looks at me.

His eyes burn with passion and desire as he takes me in. "She's the most beautiful woman woman I've ever laid my eyes on." His gaze dips to my lips, and my heart starts to beat faster.

Did he really mean that? If not, he's one hell of an actor! 

Right at that moment, a journalist yells, ‘Give us a kiss!’" My eyes go wide, unsure what Adam is going to do. He accepts the challenge.

He places his hand around my waist, and he gently pulls me closer to him. He's so close to me now that I can feel his minty breath on my face. He raises his hand and cups my cheek, running his thumb over my soft skin. Then he leans in for a kiss. I close my eyes as I feel his lips touch mine, gently at first, then a bit more daring.

I always asked myself how it'd feel to kiss him, but I don't have to wonder anymore.

His tongue easily slips into my mouth, and I find out that Adam Owens tastes like heaven. A soft moan creeps up my throat as I savour him, and he pulls back a bit . . .but I don't want the kiss to end. I wrap my arms around his neck and drag him back in for another kiss. This time, he's no longer gentle. He kisses me hard and rough, just the way I want him to.

I bite his lower lip, and he groans a little. His hands move down my back exploring my curves, creasing my dress as he clenches the fabric.

The journalists keep yelling and taking pictures, but I barely noticed them. Instead, I focus on Adam; the feeling of his insistent and possessive mouth on mine . . .the way my hardened nipple brush against his muscular chest . . .the fervent desire increasing at my deepest core. His touch sets me on fire, and I almost unravel.

When Adams hand squeezes my ass, one journalist screams ‘I GOT IT’, kindly reminding us where we are. The magic of our chemistry quickly dissolves in the air. We pull away, both of us breathing hard.

Adam doesn't look sorry or sheepish at all. Instead, he gives me a boyish smile. "Well, this kiss will definitely hit the headlines," he declared.

I laugh, and he takes my hand.

"I think we're done. Let's leave," he said. All of a sudden he squeezes my hand. I look up to see that he has a worried look in his eyes. I follow his gaze and recognize the waitress from Vegas pushing through the crowd.

When she reaches the red carpet, she throws me a nasty look before she turns to the paparazzi. "This marriage is fake!"

Everyone gasps, and Adam pulls me close to him. Someone pushes a microphone towards the waitress, and she gives the journalist a big, fake smile.

"Adam Owens is a fraud, and you shouldn't believe his lies. I'm his real wife, and I want what's mine!" She snarled. "That's right, everyone. I'm his real wife."

Nina Dobrev. The gold digging waitress who married Adam in Vegas and as she calls herself; his real wife, or realish at least.

The paparazzi goes crazy at the revelation.

Everyone is howling questions at us while taking pictures, and Nina happily obliges.

"Adam wanted me, but I told him I wasn't interested. He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I finally gave in," she sobbed dramatically. "He put a ring on my finger during a beautiful ceremony in Vegas."

Nina shows her wedding band to the paparazzi. Immediately I notice how cheap it looks- more like a toy from a cereal box than a real ring.

Then again, if they got married by a fake Elvis, it might be authentic. 

My heart starts beating when I realized I don't know what to do. Luckily, Adam does.

"Everyone, calm down," he said pacifying the crowd and gaining their attention. "Can't you see this woman is lying through her teeth?"

"The only liar here is you, Adam. You told me I was the only woman for you!" Her eyes well up with fake tears. Everyone starts taking pictures of her and she gives me a wicked smile.

"That's ridiculous," Adam rolled his eyes, "I've never given her any ring."

"And what's this one then, eh?" Nina grunted.

"Anyone can buy a ring at a thrift store." Adam addresses the paparazzi. "If I ever had any intention to marry this attention seeker . . . don't you think I would have put a much bigger diamond ring on her finger? That's exactly the type I got my real wife," he proclaimed and I stiffen.

What is he talking about? I don't have a ring! 

Unfortunately Nina seems to recognize what's going on in my head.

"Oh yeah? Let's see it then," she smirked victoriously.

Crap! 

Adam grabs me by the waist and pulls me close enough to whisper in my ear. "Check your right pocket."

I stick my hand inside my pocket and feel something metal that wasn't there before. I take it and pull out a huge diamond ring, and the crowd gasps as I put it on my finger. Nina's ring now looks even more ridiculous when compared to mine, and she looks outright pissed about it.

"Hey, don't be sad. If you sell your ring, you might get a dollar for it," I sassed. Adam chuckles beside me and Nina gives me a look that could kill.

"This isn't over. I'll get what's mine and expose your lying asses in a heartbeat!" She points an accusing finger at us. "You're not married- you don't even leave together. Just admit it before I take legal actions and hire a lawyer!" She scoffed.

"You do that, Nina. And for the record, Payton's moving in with me this Friday."

"This Friday, huh? And you chose to get married before moving in together," she smirked. "I smell bullshit."

Adam didn't even flinch. "My home is under renovation- had been for the last couple of weeks. I've been staying in a hotel room this entire time. Once everything is finished, we'll move in together," he announced.

The media seems satisfied with his statement. They take a few more shots before they leave us with the scorned wife.

Nina gets in Adams face, rage evident in her eyes. "This isn't over. I'll get what I want. I always do," she smiled wickedly and with that, she walks away.