Billionaire's passionate love

Chapter 7

Olivia’s POV

Once Ethan got satisfied with my pants, we both walked down toward his car waiting for us with a driver. Driver had opened door for us. I expect that Ethan would allow me to enter first but from whom I was expecting? Ethan who was trying to insult me.

Ethan sar in the car and shut the door on my face. Driver also felt bad for me and walked to other side opening door for me. With small smile to him, I stepped inside the car and make myself comfortable to look at Ethan who had make himself comfortable with his laptop and was typing furiously.

“From next time you will be sitting in front beside the driver not beside me,” he commanded with his eyes still on laptop.

I nodded my head then remember he can’t see me. “Ok,” I said turning my face out of the window.

No one could say that day was our wedding day. See how my husband was taking me to his office just to c***k a deal. Not to forget the commands and orders he had given to me. I knew after this deal he was not going to spare me a glance and I had to work to get attention from him.

After a long silence in the car, we finally reached the office and I stepped out. To my surprise, he held me from my waist smiling toward me.

“Don’t be happy,” he gritted near my ears. “I want my client to believe that we are in love. I want them to believe that this marriage was out of love not for my convenient. So just act that you love me.”

I nodded to him walking inside the building with a smile on my lips.

Many congratulations were thrown in our way to which we just nodded our head. I also noticed how some men were looking at with lust making me shudder. I also felt how Ethan’s hold on my waist tighten whenever any men looked at me. I also noticed the daggers being thrown in my way from the fan following of Ethan but I gave it a cold shoulder as I knew how hot my hubby was. He was just a little cold due to circumstances.

We enter the conference hall and everyone stand up in the respect or fear of my husband. Nodding to them, Ethan walked toward an elderly man sitting on the middle of the table.

“Mr. Parker,” Ethan nodded to him and shake his hand. “Meet my wife Olivia Ethan King.”

My heart swelled for a second hearing him. He at least joined our names, maybe for the sake of this deal.

“I see you were quite desperate for this deal that you married this young lady,” Mr. Parker commented making Ethan chuckle.

“You can say it’s other way around,” he tighten his grip on my waist still smiling to Mr. Parker. “You can say that I was waiting for an excuse to get a yes from my Love.”

The way he said love did something in my stomach. My heart flutters with the way he had said love, in the same way he used to say years back.

Ethan helped me on the chair himself pulling it out for me. Once I was comfortable seated he pushed the chair inside the table. Dylan who just entered the hall smile and raised his brow teasingly seeing us, making me smile. Soon Dylan started the presentation and I kept looking around trying to understand the presentation half of which flew above my head.

Once the meeting was over, I felt extra happy as I was extra tired due to morning fiasco of marriage, then having an empty stomach and now this boring meeting.

“I am sorry Mrs. King for this urgent meeting today,” Mr. Parker who understood my plea apologized to me. “You must have planned a honeymoon and see I dragged you here with your husband.”

I smile to him. “Not a problem Mr. Parker. I know how much this deals means to my husband,” I smiled to Ethan and then interlaced our hands together.

“Now I can say that you both are really deeply in love,” Parker commented slyly while taking our adieu.

Once he was gone, Ethan roughly removed my arms from his and walked toward his assistant checking the deal.

“How was your first afternoon after the marriage?” Dylan asked making me release a deep frustrated breath. I told everything to Dylan, which happened to me making him shook his head.

“You are right. Ethan was doing all this to keep you away. I am sure that he wants to push you away like everyone,” he looked around to see if no one was hearing him. “If he can hurt me and say me bad words then why can’t he hurt you? So just keep your morale up and I am sure that one day we will get old Ethan back.”

“Hope so,” I shrugged. “I just don’t want him to do something which break my heart brutally.”

“Just trust him,” Dylan patted my hand. “I am sure that he will do no such a thing as somewhere in his heart he know that it’s his love and he can never hurt you brutally.”

“If your lovey dovey talks are completed then can I take my wife home,” Ethan sarcastically remarked walking toward us making me roll my eyes. “Or my wifey wants to end this relation this very moment only, as the deal is final.”

“Your wife wants to go home with her husband and have a very romantic first night,” I smiled brightly to my husband interlacing my hand around his bicep.

Dylan smiled to me walking out of the conference hall while Ethan again shrugged my arm off from his bicep. This time more roughly. He also walked out of the hall followed by me.

“You can go home while I have some works to do,” he ordered me.

“What? Work on the day of our marriage,” I pouted.

He turns glaring at me. “I am again telling you that this marriage is just for this deal,” he told me mercilessly. “And you are free to walk out of it any a time.”

He again turned and walked away. What this jerk thinks of himself, his words would affect me. No! I had faced worse, then why should I let his words affect me? I rub my eyes removing any hint of tears and walked after him.

“My king will you tell me how to go home?” I asked him sarcastically.

“Yes my queen, your carriage, with your own royal chauffeur iss waiting for you outside the building” he replied in equal sarcastic tune making me roll my eyes. “Anything as?”

“When will you return home?”

“Can’t say,” he replied entering his office and immediately make himself busy with work ignoring my presence. I huffed and puffed before moving out of his office, out of building inside the car, which took me to the apartment. Now I thanked Ethan for codes when I entered inside the apartment.

“What should I do now?” I thought checking the time which told me that it’s still seven and my husband would be reaching late and God knew how my hours would go without him. I was thinking of all the ways to kill my time that was when my brain’s light bulb went on and a grin appeared on my lips.

I quickly cleaned the table and walked into the kitchen where I start working on some romantic dinner. I called Dylan asking him for red roses, scented candles and balloons. He was reluctant with my plan but later on agreed and send his worker with all the things I asked for.

Within two hours, I was done with my special dinner and I decorated the area around table with candle and flowers. I wanted to decorate whole hall with romantic mood but I was having less time. God knows when Ethan could show his grace.

I switched off the lights in the living room and placed a lighter on the table so that when Ethan came I could quickly light up the candles giving him romantic surprise. I didn't knew if he would like this or not if he would get angry on me or not. However, this was what I could do to make our first night special.

I still remembered how Ethan used to abandoned me from my house, taking me to some romantic dinner nights, in his words he couldn’t enjoy his dinner without my presence.

I walked into my room and pulled out a red halter dress, which reacth till my thighs. A weird feeling set in my stomach, what if Ethan tried to sexually interact with me? What if he asked for wifey right from me? I shook my head ignoring all those feelings as I remembered it was always against the morale of Ethan to force over a girl, that was the reason we never had physical relation as I believed that we were very small for it during high school.

I threw my red dress over my body and tied my hairs in my high bun. I still remember how Ethan used to hate my bun. He used to groan seeing my bun and how is loved to open it using his fingers. I want him to do the same tonight. I want to feel his fingers in my hairs when he open my hairs.

Once satisfied with my looks, I stepped out of the room looking at everything, Food done, decoration done, I was also ready, now only the presence of Ethan was left. While waiting for Ethan I started to take a round of the apartment to get shocks only.

I knew that this apartment was huge but I never thought that it’s so grand, this apartment had a huge room with a personal library, pool table and there was also a music room with a black piano in the middle, guitar flute and many other unknown instruments. This house had so many rooms, which unfortunately were locked.

I also dared to enter room of Ethan to gasp seeing his king like room with a big round shaped bed in the middle, with ceiling height windows look out on a lit up city. He also had his own walk in closet with a multiple suits of every brand. I also opened his drawers noticing his collection of Ties, belts, colognes and other manly thing. I walked out from his closet and into the vast bathroom which in itself was bigger than my old apartment.

I walked out of his room into the balcony. A small gasp escaping my mouth when a noticed a huge pool c*m Jacuzzi in his balcony surrounded by many plants planted in pots giving a beautiful view to the balcony.

After watching the complete apparent, I reached back downstairs and started waiting for my husband, waiting to see his reaction. I didn't know how he would react seeing me like this or seeing the setup of whole dinner.

Hours passed with me waiting for my husband who didn’t arrived yet. It had been half an hour past twelve. Now I had started to feel dizzy due to tiredness and hunger. I was feeling so stupid all of the sadden for doing all this for my husband who didn’t even cared for me. Who didn’t even cared to show his presence on time?

Irritatedly I dialed Dylan as now only he could tell me where my husband was? In addition, I felt stupid that I hadn’t even taken number of my husband so that I can call him directly.

“Dylan, you know where my husband is?” I asked Dylan directly as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Direct to the point huh!,” he teased. “He is your husband you should know where he is.”

“I am serious Dylan,” I groaned. “He hasn’t come to the home yet. I am worried for him,” fear filling my voice.

“Don’t be worried for him,” I heard him sighing. “He must be lying half unconscious somewhere in a club.”

My heart churned hearing him when an image of him lying in some club flashed through my mind.

Relief washed over me when I heard some commotion outside the apartment and I know he was here finally.

“You are wrong mister, My Ethan is back home. He is not laying in some club,” I told Dylan proudly before hanging up and lightning the candles. I rushed to the door noticing that he hadn't entered inside till now.

The second I opened the door, I felt like ground had slipped beneath my feet seeing the persons standing at the door.