Chapter 5
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Adam's Pov
If anyone had told me this year that I would be getting married, I would've laughed in their face.
I turned to look at Kayla but she refused to meet my gaze.
“There will be no need for a ceremony. Preparations would’ve dragged things out so Adam’s grandfather and I insisted on a court marriage instead.” Richard said.
Just as I suspected. It was the ideal type of marriage I'd imagine in my head. Of course everything would be done on paper. Literally.
Richard resumed the marriage talk and anger churned within me as I tuned him out.
I never wanted to get married. Hell, I don't even know why I agree to this. Instead of relaxing in a lounge full of beautiful women at the Vogue Gala, I was sitting here listening to an old man chatter about his granddaughter's wedding.
Sitting across from me, Kayla didn't say a word. She was probably lost in thoughts like I was.
After several minutes of silence, she finally spoke. “How was your flight?”
“It was fine.” I said, reaching for a glass of wine.
“Thank you for taking the time to fly here.” She said politely.
I brought the glass to my lips and took a small sip. “You did fly here too so who should be asking whom?”
This time she lifted her gaze and I swear for a second, her stare nearly burnt a hole in my face.
I leaned back in my seat and watched Kayla.
Under any normal circumstance, I would go for her. She was beautiful with sparkling green eyes and the type of facial features no amount of surgery can get. But with her uptight appearance, she looked like one of those heiresses who only cared about status, a completely naive and helpless woman. I was a hard man. Having a naive wife was a stain on my reputation. No amount of beauty could erase that weakness.
After Richard decided we should get to know each other, I was already planning to leave. It was all “Kayla did this” and “Kayla did that”. The same boring s**t every parent who'd thrown their daughters my way had said — she was top of her class in college, speaks 4 languages, and works in a top firm in Italy. Boring. Boring. Boring.
Kayla smiled at something her grandfather said while brushing a finger over her necklace and I stole another glance at her. She was really beautiful. Like put-her-in-a-sack-and-she’ll-still-be- hot kind of beautiful. I should be glad she wasn't ugly but for some reason, I was really pissed off.
Richard excused himself when his doctor announced his bedtime and he decided to see us off.
After signing her signature on the paper, I grabbed my pen and scribbled mine on the marriage certificate.
God, help me.
We were about to leave but Kayla wouldn't stop whining about missing her grandpa and hugging him. For fucksakes, let's get out of here.
She finally pulled away and we got up in the car.
On the ride home, Kayla was lost in thoughts as she looked out the window with her hand pressed against her lap.
What was going through her head?
The black Audi drove into the parking lot. The area was lit by a series of light bulbs flashing from the ceiling in their respective sections. I parked the car in D1 and killed the engine.
"We're here." I told her as I climbed out of the car.
When Kayla noticed I didn't make a move to open the door for her, she got out of the car.
What was she expecting? I'm not a gentleman.
“Let's go.” I told her.
Once we got into the mansion, we were greeted by my butler, Walter.
His lips curled into a smile. “Welcome home, Master Adam.”
Slowly, he turned to Kayla and smiled. “Ah You must be Miss Kayla. It is an honour to have you here.”
“Easy there, fella.” I hissed at him.
Walter, who was my age, held up his hands and grinned. “I'm not trying to steal your wife, sir.”
Wife. That word was still strange to me and I barely knew who this Kayla chick was so why was I feeling possessive towards her?
“I believe you all are famished and tired from the trip. How about a nice warm bath and a meal? This way.” Walter said with a smile.
Kayla followed him without a word.
A few minutes later, she came down for dinner, dressed in a light-pink dress that fell below her knees. Your guess is as good as mine. Her family had already sent her stuff to my house.
While we ate dinner, she was silent, chewing slowly and barely gave me a look.
Dinner ended the way it began — in cold silence and it was time for us to set up some ground rules.
Kayla sat across from me, her gaze shifting between my face and the room decor.
“Our marriage is strictly on paper.” I began harshly.
“I'm aware.” She said, finally looking at me.
“Don't expect any move or intimacy from me either.” I continued.
“Understood.” Kayla responded with a nod.
“My job is to respect you and provide for your needs. Nothing more. Do you understand?” I concluded.
“I understand.” She said, then rose to her feet. “Is that all?”
Was that all? I repeated the question in my head. Well, this was our wedding night.
A grin formed around my lips as I stared at her lips. “Do you want that to be all?”
She shrugged. “I don't know. You're my husband and it is my duty to respect every decision you make.”
“Any decision?” I crossed the distance between us till I was standing in front of her.
“Any decision?” I repeated, grazing my thumb over her bottom lip.
Kayla's breathing shallowed, but she didn’t move away. Instead she stared at me with quiet defiance as if she wanted to fight but couldn't.
“What if I made the decision to kiss you until your lips are bruised? What if I wanted to hike up your skirt and f****d you till you screamed? Then will you accept my decision, dear wife?”
She stiffened underneath my touch and I chuckled. What a weak woman.
I let go of her, moving a step back. “Got to bed. We're done here.”
She brushed past me with the speed of lightning and I couldn't help but chuckle.
This woman wouldn't survive this marriage but I won't be the one to tell her that.
- Writer
