The A-List Rumor ( English )

Chapter- 1

“Victoria!”

I snapped my eyes open at the mention of my name, lifting my head up in the process. Standing in front of me is a god that literally looked like he came down from heaven. With his six pack abs showing and glistening under the sun with only board shorts on. Dark sunglasses covering his eyes as his thick eyebrows frowned at me, his lips in a thin line.

“What the f*ck are you doing?” He sneered.

“Sunbathing?” I answered and smirked at him.

“With no clothes on?” He walked towards the lounge bed where I’m at and took the blanket beside me, covering my naked body with it. I was currently lying down in my front enjoying sunbathing with no clothes on in a private resort with my husband. Yes, this Greek god is my husband. We got married a week ago and are currently in our honeymoon.

“Oh come on, it’s a private resort. No one’s going to see my body anyway.” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

“I’m not taking any chances.” He said firmly and slapped my ass and sat next to me, drying his hair with a towel.

I picked up his shirt from the side of the bed and wore it before sitting up and going near him. Taking the towel and started drying his hair for him. Silence taking over us both. I was humming a little when he suddenly grabbed my right hand to stop me and pulled me to his lap, putting a piece of hair that escaped from my messy bun behind my ear.

“Thank you for doing this.” He said softly.

“We had an agreement.” I said a little bit coldly, the bitter taste of the word leaving my mouth.

“I know.”

It’s true. We had an agreement, him saving my family from bankruptcy and shame, in exchange of my freedom. He needed a wife for his inheritance to be fully transferred to him. I needed the connection and the money to save my parents from the pit hole they fell in. It was a win-win for the both of us.

But as part of the agreement, I asked him to keep it a secret from the media until my contract ends or else I will be sued for breaching it. My husband surely can afford the fee but this is my career we are talking about. I want to do this for the last time before I quit and maybe create my own clothing line and manage our family business which is in the fashion and shopping mall industry. Also, as part of the agreement, we have to at least try and make our marriage work while we are still married to each other.

We will have our divorce after a year of staying together as it was in the terms and conditions of his inheritance that before he can have it, he needed to be married for a year before the transferring of ownership name happens. He is using me and I am using him. This is what our relationship is all about.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt his hand on my legs gently caressing it. I felt the familiar heat that his touch brings the first time we had s*x. Yes. We had s*x already during our first night of being married to each other. I appreciated how he didn’t force me to do it with him; we did it because I wanted it too.

I am attracted to my husband physically and we live in a modern world now. I spent most of my life living outside the country and I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I lost it with my first boyfriend before when I was 22. Now I’m already 25 and at the peak of my modelling career. I have no plans of stopping anytime soon.

“Do you want to eat lunch now?” he asked.

I nodded my head and was a bit startled when he suddenly stood up carrying me with him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms circulating his neck. His beautiful green eyes are lighter than usual and are glinting under the afternoon sun. It was already 1pm but we haven’t ate anything yet except that coffee I had a while ago and Hyatt had his usual tea. One thing I’ve learnt about my businessman of a husband for the past week that we’ve been together is that he doesn’t like drinking coffee much but instead he likes to drink a cup of tea to keep him going.

He walked us back to the rest house that he owned and put me down on the bar stool inside the kitchen. He kissed the side of my head after telling me that he’s just going to shower quickly and change. I started playing with my chair swinging it from side to side while waiting for my husband, admiring the garden that’s visible from my position, a glass sliding door separating the kitchen from the garden.

Minutes later, I felt arms wrapping around my waist. That manly woodsy smell I’ve come to like surrounding me.

“What would you like to eat, love?” he asked as his fresh minty breath gently mixes with his mouth-watering scent.

“You?” I answered and laughed when he gently squeezed me.

“Later, love. For now, food.” He said. Kissing my neck and slowly released me. Going to a cabinet and grabbing an apron.

“Mhm, what about pasta? Any kind.”

“Fettuccine it is then.”

After tying the apron around him, he took all the ingredients he needed from the fridge and from the cupboards and started cooking. His muscles are gently flexing in every move that he makes. I can’t cook to save my life that’s why Hyatt does all the cooking ever since we started staying here. And he didn’t mind at all.

Telling me how much he loves cooking and that it’s a hobby of his. He moves so gracefully around the kitchen, knowing what to do next without any hesitation. As he cooks, I watch his every move as he prepares our lunch, fascinated and at the same time drooling over my hunk of a husband when suddenly a question popped in my mind.

“Why me?” I suddenly asked, making him halt for a second. Then resumed what he was doing without even glancing at me.

“What’s with the sudden question?” He asked back, still not looking at me.

“I want to know why me. There are a lot of women who’s after you. Why not pick one from them?”

“It’s because they’re hard to make a deal with.” He said. Picking up the two plates with the food on it and placing the other one in front of me.

The food smelled so nice and I wanted to dig in already. Grabbing the fork, I was about to eat when a hand suddenly lifted my chin gently, my blue eyes meeting his green ones. I felt the familiar little electricity that I feel every time he touch me, butterflies fluttering inside my stomach.

“Also.. they all want something, they could never ever have.” He lowly whispered. I felt a lump in my throat forming as heat slowly flashed through my body. His heated eyes are staring into my mine, slowly looking down at my slightly parted lips. I swallowed hard, feeling the tension thicken between us.

He slowly leaned in and kissed me. His soft lips moulding into mine in a gentle kiss. Licking and tasting my mouth as his right hand wraps around my neck, angling my face for a deeper one. I felt his tongue slowly going inside my mouth, exploring and tempting my whole being. I bit his lips a little causing him to pull my head closer to him and the kiss became rough totally forgetting the food that’s between us.

Dropping the fork, I lifted both of my hands wrapping it around his neck. I ran my right hand through his hair as we continue to devour each other’s mouth, softly tugging the ends of his silky hair, tasting heaven at every stroke of his tongue. I can’t deny that he is a very good kisser and that I am enjoying myself. He softly pulled, biting my lower lips as he created more space between his lips and mine.

“Finish your food before I decide to have you for lunch.” He darkly said. Cupping my face is with his left hand, gently rubbing the sides of my lips before dropping his hands and leaning back.

His green eyes dilating.

I looked down, blushing. I have a decent amount of experiences when it comes to kissing and making out but nothing compares to this. It was like I’ve never tried anything before him. It felt like it was only him. Hyatt and his beautiful green eyes that are seem to be consuming my soul slowly.

The longer I stare, the more the butterflies go wild inside my stomach. I am aware of my husband’s reputation. How a lot of women fall on his feet but never once was he reported in a tabloid to have a girlfriend. He’s very private on his personal matters. The internet never knew anything about him except his basic whereabouts.

A thought suddenly popped up in my mind as I remembered what he said a while ago. What did he mean by those women wanting something from him that they could never have? I wanted to know what it was. Clearing my throat and mentally scolding myself for being so shy in what he just said. I lifted my eyes to his.

Only that he was already looking at me with his intense gaze, sending my system into overdrive.

“The food can wait but I can't"