Experience of true love

The union

Chapter Three

Jenny POV

The gaze of the sunlight shines brightly to the direction of my face. I try raising myself from the bed, but I was finding it difficult. My head pounded heavily. Never experienced this before. Then my mind clicked: Aunty Rachel's breakfast. I got strength from wherever and stood up and quickly started walking to the door, still staggering a little. I heard an unfamiliar deep voice.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Hearing the voice brought me back to my senses. That was when I now got a hold of my surroundings. The king-size bed which I stood up from had a very clean white duvet. A couch was close to the bed. Turning to the direction of the voice, the reflection of the sun was covering his face. The room was just so wide. Three chairs and a glass center table were in the room. At another side was a closet that was as big and mighty. A mirror was attached to it. Golds were part of the design used to decorate the room. Who the hell is this guy?

I finally saw his face as he walked towards me. I don't know if it's my mind that is making him walk in slow motion or he is actually walking in slow motion.

As I saw his face, memories of last night started coming in. What happened after I passed out? I guess nothing cus I'm still intact. I kept questioning myself as I saw this handsome man before me. He looks like an angel who just descended to earth. His skin was like a newborn baby's. He was six feet tall, his height giving all this rich CEO vibes. His hair was wet as the water kept dropping on his face. A towel was tied round his waist as his six-pack drooled before me—or maybe I was the one drooling at it. He has this perfect jawline as well as his ocean-blue eyes with his cute pink lips. Damn!! He's hot like the description of male leads in romance books.

I can't believe I'm feeling grateful right now, that Aunty Rachel sold me.

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers at me, bringing me back to reality.

"You haven't seen someone as handsome as me," he teased with a cute smirk on his face.

Why is he making me feel welcome? Unlike romance books, he's supposed to be rude, and then I'll get to bare all, and one day he will love me... but in reality, it's different. Or as the universe decided to favor me. I thought.

He handed me something to drink. "It will help cure your hangover," he said with his sweet, cute deep voice—the sweetest I have ever heard.

It's just one month before the year ends, and my life is taking a U-turn.

I took the hangover drink and gulped down everything at once.

"Try to take your drink slowly next time. It will save you from a lot..." He said, staring directly into my face.

I dropped my face down immediately, remembering Aunty Rachel's rule: "Don't dare stare at me when I'm here."

"Thank you for the drink, and I will take it slowly next time," I said. I could feel that my voice and mood had changed.

"Hope you're good," he asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," I replied.

"Okay then, take your bath. I will drop your outfit on the bed. We are going to register our wedding today," he said.

"Thanks," I said and walked past him towards the bathroom.

........

I was done bathing, and he was no longer in the room.

I saw the beautiful simple wedding gown and wondered what he does for a living. He is so rich.

I stared at myself in the mirror, placing the cloth to see how it looks on me. I wore the dress and was struggling to zip it when I felt someone's hands on mine. I turned and saw him.

"What... what are you doing?" I asked.

"Helping out," he said with a charming, innocent look.

"Done," I heard him say.

"This is Lisa, the one in charge of doing your makeup," he said and walked out.

"I'm timed. Can you please sit? Let's start," Lisa asked politely.

"Sure," I replied and took a seat at the mirror.

Drey's POV

Waking up to see this beauty in front of me was probably my best day since the beginning of the year. I have always wanted a relationship, but I don't trust the ladies around me. I accepted Dr. Rachel's niece because she doesn't have any idea who I was and how much money I got.

Prepared a hangover drink for her so she won't feel sick, since today is the day we are going to tie the knot.

Noticed how she couldn't look directly into my eyes. I could sense fear and wonder what type of life she's been living. Why am I so curious about her? Why am I drawn to her? Apart from the fact that she isn't the world's type of girl, I feel there is a connection between us. Happy how she was drooling at me. I know I'm handsome, but her finding me appealing gives me this nice feeling.

She walked down the stairs with the makeup artist as well as the maid I kept to watch her.

The gown suited her perfectly, hugging all her curves and giving this boss lady vibe. The makeup enhanced her beauty more, making me stare deeply at her. She's just so pretty.

Handed her a lily flower, which she took from me and said, "Thank you."

We got into my limo.

"My parents will be there," I showed them to her, indicating everyone in the picture.

"The only problem we will have here is my dad. My mother and two sisters, Kate and Abigail, are the best. He wants a daughter from a noble family, and I clearly don't like the girl he wants me to marry."

"So you're going against his decision?" Jenny asked.

"Yes. If any of my family asks you any question, don't answer them and just look at me."

"Also, try to forget all your problems for now and just put on a smiling face till we are back."

She sighed, and I could see a small smile on her face.

"How rich are you?" she suddenly asked.

"Don't mean to brag, but I'm wealthy enough to remove the president from his seat and put myself there."

Her eyes widened in shock, with her mouth wide open.

"Close your mouth before flies get in," I said with a smirk, like I didn't just jokingly rub my wealth at her face. In a cool way, though, my subconscious mind said.

She closed her mouth slowly, then said, "If you're that wealthy, what do you do? Why settle for me when you can get top models?"

"We're just getting to know each other. Let's skip these questions for now," I said.

"But I really wanted to know," she said with a sad voice.

"Why were you staying with your aunt? Why sell you to me? Where are your parents?" I said.

Her face changed immediately hearing these questions.

"I guess we are even now, since you're not answering my questions," I said.

"I guess so," she said.

My subconscious mind yelled at me for spoiling the mood.

And it was a silent ride to the courthouse.

I really wanted to know what happened to her in the past.