Faded Feelings

New beginnings.

I was always a visionary, but never in my whole life had I ever imagined the situation I am in right now. Being in the arms of the man called my husband while sharing the first dance of the night as husband and wife and staring past him at his brother whom I may add is my first and only love was something that never crossed my mind, let alone thinking and pondering over it with lots of what if.

I would be laughing my ass off right now if not for the knot on my stomach and tug at my heart ever since I knew that Ian was Ethan's step brother.

I always knew Ian came from a rich family, or I may say had a rich step family. The information I missed was his step family being one of the freeging richest family in the whole country if not then the world. He never mentioned Ethan being his step brother, given he used to talk about him a little sometimes but never had he mentioned his name or surname. He always used to address him as E and his step-father as Sam.

"You can drop the act." I heard a deep voice saying to me. Taking my eyes off Ian I looked at the possessor of the voice, you guessed it. It was none other than Mr. Arrogant. "Sorry?" I asked quite not getting the point. That was the first time he talked to me. Only the sound of his voice giving me chills down the spine. Seems as people don't call him cold blooded without a reason. His voice so cold it could freeze the ocean.

Same as his voice his eyes super cold when they met mine, "You. Can. Drop. The. Act." he said emphasizing each word. Maybe understanding the look I am giving him, that clearly says 'what are we talking about?' he hissed from between his teeth "I really don't like repeating myself, but I already did that once for you considering you don't know me, so don't try my patience and stop looking at me as some lost puppy."

I blinked at him. Once. Twice. Then I asked him "Why would I look at you like some lost puppy? And what made you think I am acting?" confusion dripping through my every words.

He frowned his eyebrow, making some lines appear between them. I don't know why but my fingers begin to itch, wanting to place them between his brows and smoothen his forehead. Undoubtedly he was a beautiful piece of creature, his every feature was like if the sculpture himself had sculpted using his finest piece of tools. Must have appreciated his handy work after completing it.

His raw beauty could make any male model hide in shame. The white shirt he wore underneath his black suit coat doing nothing to hide his muscular chest. I am sure if I were to run my hands upon his stomach I could feel the toned abs hidden beneath the waist coat. Masculine.

But again this is Ethan Matthews we are talking about, I would rather break my fingers than touching him.

His eyes giving nothing away when looking at me, despite that fact I learned few facts about him first handed today, 1. He is cold blooded as people quote him. 2. He is short-tempered. "You ARE looking like a lost puppy and you would act because that's why you are here." His then frowned brow now slightly raised at me.

Now it was my turn to bring my brows together, as I couldn't understand a thing he was talking about. First; lost look, second; acting and third; reason for me being here? I really couldn't understand as of why was I where? As I was about to put my thoughts aloud his hands around my waist pulled me closer towards him which resulted in me tripping on my wedding gown and my hands around his neck and biceps tightening on it's own accord.

The move which could be really humiliating as a bride, to trip and fall over her own wedding gown, he made it an elegant move by keeping his one hand to the back of my knees, bringing it to his waist and another one at it's own place behind my back and holding me in place bending a little. The sounds of "awaa" and some wolf whistle gone unnoticed by me as I was busy as thinking why did he did that. My eyes slightly widened in the realization of what it must look to the other people. A happy married couple.

He slowly bought me back to my feet and just as slowly tucked the hair behind my ears I didn't even knew have fallen. My eyes were so wide they could resemble a saucer right now, I bet. My eyes grew wider if possible by his next words.

Placing his thumb over my check he spoke slowly "You just name it sweetheart and I would do it for you in a heartbeat." A smile playing in his lips which really looked genuine. By now I couldn't utter a single word as I am so utterly confused and shocked. The same person who was barking at me few minutes ago was now talking SWEETLY and SMILING, to me.

I slightly crooked my head to my right and fought my urge to place my hand at his forehead and check if he is alright. Well, I didn't do anything just added a third fact that he may be bipolar and needed a serious help. He was looking at me with an amused smile of his own when the words just came out of my mouth, which I was thinking very seriously on "Are you mad?"

To my utter surprise his lips were twitching as if holding his smile. And to add to my horror he said "Only for you sweetheart. Only for you." Definitely bipolar.

A scoffing noise pulled me back from my trance to see, Kayla, my step-sister scowling and scoffing at us. She stared at Ethan for a full minute before turning her gaze at me and left, slightly smirking. "What was that?" well I asked that to no one in particular because as I opened my mouth, Ethan was off the dance floor and was heading to... I don't know where.

I was getting off the dance floor confused, when I noticed movement to my side, once I saw the person I froze. "May I have a dance with you, my lady?" Ian asked with such venom in his voice I had the urge to run and hide myself for rest of the life. Pulling a small smile on my face which maybe looked like a scowl right now, I nodded at him.

We soon started moving on the beats of the music. My body hyper aware of Ian being so near me. I could smell the rosemary and mint on him, making him soft and manly at the same time.

He was what every girl dreams of, sweet, innocent, easy to get along with, lovable and most importantly safe. Just his smell made me relax, the way his hands are resting at my waist though are a little tight I felt secure with him. I could sense his anger, it was pouring through every pore of him but as a coward I am, I looked towards the ground, finding his shoes more interesting than anything.

"Why?" he almost chocked the one word and I knew how hard it was for him. He sounded so dejected right now, anyone could hear the pain in his voice. And just like that everything came crashing down on me. Knocking me out of breath.

My mother and her death bed.

My father and his conditions.

My step-mom and her threats.

My step-sister and her attitude.

My Ian and his pain.

My marriage and my life.