The process for the registration of marriage was surprisingly easy. All they needed to do was bring along their identification, fill in some papers, and sign. However, since it was such a spontaneous decision, they did not even have the time to go for a premarital body checkup. As they emerged from the courthouse, Nancy clutched the papers tightly in her hands, trying to fathom what had happened. She could not believe it. That was her second marriage! She stared at the picture of herself and Yaacob on the paper. The man's face and name were totally foreign to her, and yet they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. Nancy was so engrossed in the photo that she missed a step and almost tumbled off the steps. Fortunately, Yaacob reached out to catch her just in time, and she landed against his well-toned chest. "I look better in real life than in photos, so there's no need for you to worry. You have plenty of time to admire this handsome face. As for now, pay atte
Yaacob picked Nancy up from the table and proceeded to make his way upstairs. Nancy's entire body stiffened in shock. She never thought Yaacob would carry her like this, much less in such an intimate position, with both her legs wrapped around his waist. Her cheeks flushed scarlet at this realization. Although that was not her first marriage, it was still her first time being so intimate with another man. Spencer was such a gentleman that when they were dating, he would not even touch her hand. It was a no-brainer that when he eventually fell for Teresa, he became even more reluctant to be near Nancy. It was a strange new feeling for Nancy. They were entangled in such a position that she could feel the warmth of his skin and the tautness of his muscles through the thin fabric of their clothes. She could tell that this man was an avid gym goer. His firm muscles attested to that. With every step he took as he ascended the stairs, Nancy could feel his muscles flexing through his
Nancy frowned when she saw them. "What are you doing here?" she asked, directing her question at Spencer. Teresa, clearly displeased that Nancy was ignoring her outright, strode over to her grandfather and greeted him in a syrupy sweet tone, "Hi, Grandpa." "Oh… it's Teresa!" Andrew gazed at her lovingly, but at the same time, the look in his eyes was not at all the way he looked at Nancy. It was clear who was his favorite. All of a sudden, his gaze fell on the man standing behind her. "Spencer? Nancy told me… you were busy with work." "Uhm… yes! He was, until now!" Nancy piped up before Spencer could say anything. She walked over to his side and asked, "I didn't know you'd be coming, Spencer. Why didn't you call me first?" "I'm here to accompany Ter—" "I know. You're worried about me coming here alone, so you decided to surprise me. I had been telling Grandpa about how busy you were because I didn't want him to think you're an irresponsible grandson-in-law!" Nancy said, lac
"What… What are you doing here?" Nancy gaped at Yaacob. "Weren't you the one who wanted me to come?" "Oh…" The truth was, Nancy wanted to know what took him so long. They had agreed to come at four o'clock, but he only showed up when the sun was about to set. However, she did not want to say that in front of Spencer. At that moment, all she wanted was to get away from this place. "I thought you weren't coming anymore. Never mind. Let's go!" "Nancy!" Spencer called out after her. "Who is this man? How… How do you know each other?" "Just shut up and mind your own business." Nancy gestured behind him, where Teresa was now standing, and tried to scamper out of there with Yaacob. To her surprise, Yaacob remained motionless. "Hey, he's asking you a legitimate question. Why don't you answer him?" Nancy did not know what to say to this. The next moment, Yaacob turned her around to face Spencer and Teresa. Then, he lowered himself so that he was hovering next to her ear and wh
"What the hell are you doing?" Nancy's eyelids flew open, and she swatted his hand away. She sat up in the bed, and her gaze met Yaacob's. At this moment, he was wearing his bathrobe with the belt wrapped loosely around his waist. From the way he was perched above her, Nancy could see every crevice of his well-defined abs through the gaping bathrobe. His gaze was sharp, burning with fiery passion. It was no secret what he was thinking. Nancy pulled her collar up and shot him a warning glare. "Not tonight!" Yaacob's expression darkened at this. "Is it because of him?" "No, it's not. What does this have to do with him?" Nancy peered at him out of the corner of her eye. "It's because of something else. I'm sure I don't need to tell you what." She still remembered how quickly he had been to kick her out of his study. Now that they were not yet on speaking terms, how was she supposed to make love to him? Even if she relented, it would not be enjoyable for either of them.
"Where do you keep your underwear?" Nancy shouted in the direction of the bathroom. "The top drawer of the closet!" Nancy pulled open the top drawer which, sure enough, revealed rows of neatly folded men's boxers. Nancy initially thought that men who had higher standards of living would gravitate towards black, white, or gray in their wardrobe choices, and Yaacob would be no different, but to her surprise… His underwear drawer was filled with boxers of all shades, from red, orange, and yellow… down to purple and indigo. It was as though he were trying the colors of the rainbow. "Did you find it?" he shouted again, thinking she was having trouble finding it. "Yes, coming!" Nancy ignored all the other colors and instead grabbed the only pair of black boxers she could see. She pried the bathroom door open just a crack and stuffed her arm through it, holding the boxers in her hand. "Here!" "Bring them inside for me!" What an unreasonable man! Nancy silently cursed him f
Nancy decided she would pretend this never happened unless Yaacob brought it up. Perhaps neither of them would want to bring it up considering there were other people here. Nancy was hoping Yaacob would forget about this when all of a sudden he said, "Before we start our meal, I believe someone has something to say." Nancy's heart leaped into her throat. Before she could even summon the courage to say anything, however, Yaacob called out, "Xander, Lucy?" Xander and Lucy exchanged glances, then stood up and made their way to Nancy, each clutching a glass of mine in their hand. "Nancy, we're sorry for how we treated you the last time we met. We sincerely hope you can find it within yourself to forgive us," Lucy said. Xander, despite casting her looks of extreme reluctance, also raised his glass and said, "Sorry for how we behaved last time." Although one could argue that his apology was not sincere, Nancy could tell that it already took him a lot to put down his ego to sa
"Who knows what Yaacob is thinking? Maybe she's of no value to him at all, and maybe he just likes her," Xander retorted. "Impossible!" Lucy would rather think that the only reason Yaacob married Nancy was for her valuable role in his master plan than believe he liked her for who she was. She reiterated, "There's no way Yaacob would fall for someone he had just met. After all… we all know why he was arrested four years ago. He would never make the same mistake twice!" "Don't even bother trying to figure out what Yaacob is thinking, Lucy," Xander advised her. "I don't think he and Nancy are right for each other, but neither are you and him!" "Xander…" "That's enough! Also, this is the last time I'm tolerating you using Anna for your selfish gain! Stop trying to trip Nancy up in front of Yaacob. He's smarter than you think!" A sheepish look crossed Lucy's face when Xander said this. Before she could even deny her involvement in Anna's appearance, however, Xander turned and head