Chapter 2

(Nikolai's POV)

He placed me gently on the car seat and closed the door, he got in from the other door and started the car.

Everyone stood outside cheering for us to drive home safely. My phone kept blasting with Nicholas’call.

“He's not saying anything, is he not going to expose me yet?” I asked myself.

He started the wheel and we drove off, he placed his hand on my thigh and I slapped it off, my face straight on the road, I just want to be finally free from him.

“Your brother said you're missing at my wedding, are you?”

“Why haven't you said anything or exposed me?”

“This marriage is tied to an important business merger. If the marriage is terminated now, the deal will collapse and our both families will suffer financially and you especially don't want that,”

“He's strangely right,” I told myself.

I didn't want to look at him, I faced my phone then through my glass and back to my phone.

We got to his penthouse, the tight security opened up after he gave them his card. He drove in and we entered the elevator, I moved to the side to avoid coming in contact with him until we got upstairs and it opened up.

“Welcome Sir,” the female voice system greeted.

“You should greet my wife too, Iris,” I turned sharply to look at Tristan who was always staring at me.

“Welcome home, Ma'am,” 

I felt irritated, I just wanted to remove the wedding dress. I followed behind him to the huge living room and my mouth opened wide.

“You may need to close your mouth,” that left me embarrassed.

His house workers quickly came and stood in line with their heads bowed down.

“Everyone,” the head housekeeper called them.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair.”

I nearly choked at being called that, Tristan calmly put an arm around my waist and I stiffened, my eyes wide open.

The housekeeper smiled, “you two look lovely together,”

“Thank you.” I forced out a smile. Tristan's hand remained on my waist a second longer than necessary and I looked up at him and he looked completely innocent.

He held my waist until we got to the room and he shut the door.

“Don't touch me like that again,”

“You're my wife,”

“Where's my room? Where am I sleeping?”

“In this room with me,” I laughed at his joke.

“We’re newlyweds, Niko,”

“We're two men pretending to be newlyweds,” I reminded him.

“Exactly, Niko, which means everyone in this household wants us to act like one.”

I didn't say anything again, he pulled off his jacket and hung it on the shelf and found his way outside the room. I sat sadly on the edge of the bed still wondering why Rose ran away.

I dragged my box to the walk-in closet and sat it down without arranging my clothes. I went to the bathroom and locked it, I let the wedding dress fall to the ground and let out a sign of relief.

The sight of the bathtub left me mesmerized, it was already filled with rose petals. I happily got into it and relaxed myself then gently washed my skin with them. The warm water brushed against my skin, fighting my battles already.

I was ready to stay there until morning and let it wash away my sins. 

“I've been waiting for this, to get out of that wedding dress and have a relaxing bath and here I am….. it's so amazing,” I smiled sheepishly.

“What a heaven, I love the water,” 

“What the fuck are you doing bathing before me?!!”

That kicked me off and I immediately stood up and used the shower to remove the rose petals and hugged my towel before I remembered I had locked the door.

“I feel so relieved.”

I dried up my body and unlocked the door, waiting for him to barge in but he didn't. I opened the door just to find him standing with his arms folded and he was only putting on a blue boxer which showed the size of his cock.

“Holy fuck!!” I flinched at its sight and ran into the room, he didn't say anything, he just laughed and went into the bathroom and locked the door.

“What would you have for dinner, Mrs. Sinclair?” The female voice system asked.

“Oh! My fucking gawddddddd!!”

“Oh! No, Ma'am, you can't have that,”

“That's not funny, just make me anything,” I was already pissed as it was.

“Alright, Ma'am, what about your husband?”

“I'll go with bread and eggs.” Tristan answered from the bathroom.

I wore my bra then put on my casual dress, packed my hair and left the room to the dining room after Iris said my dinner was ready. I arranged myself, ready to eat like a lady should.

“Thank you….

“I am Mrs. Joyce,”

“Thank you Mrs. Joyce, I'll enjoy the noodles.” I chuckled and picked up my chopsticks already to do what I've never done before.

I arranged the chopsticks in my hand and picked the noodles sluggishly but within me, I wanted to devour the food.

Soon, Tristan joined me and had his bread and eggs before I even finished and went back to the room. I started eating quickly and followed him to the room to pick my side of the bed.

“You will have to sleep on the couch or the floor,” I shouted once I entered the room and locked the door.

“In my own house?” Tristan laughed at me.

“Fine, I'll take this side of the bed and don't come close to me,”

“I was about to say that,”

“But you didn't,”

“You're supposed to be my wife, not a hurricane.”

I pulled the blanket to my side and made him get a separate one since no one will watch us sleep. Tristan stood and watched me arrange my side of the bed, I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the couch and jumped into the bed and covered myself with blacklet, soon I dozed off.