Jemiah pov
My smile was cut short when we were asked to come forward and dance as a couple.
Our first dance as a couple, scratch that our first dance together.
The crowd was made to believe it was a love marriage, only the closest people knew this marriage was contractual. Simply fulfilling the end of a bargain.
As much as I would love to deny it, I can't help but be drawn to Ryan. Who was I kidding? I was attracted to the guy. Who wouldn't be?
I couldn't help but notice the lusty looks he was getting from some of the girls present at the wedding.
Even At one point, I noticed some girls trying to arrange their dresses to reveal their cleavage in a bid to seduce Ryan. How shameless can they be?
Wait wait………… is that jealousy I perceive?
JEMIAH ANNE MCCAULEY …………behave, this is a sham marriage. we are only legal on paper.
I tried reassuring myself.
I walked up to him after Lia nudged me. I was so lost in thoughts I totally forgot about the dance.
I briskly walked up to him, he took my hands in his large but warm hands, placing my two hands on his shoulder. He held my waist and moved me slowly to the music playing in the background.
“If you can't look me straight in the eye, how do you plan to convince the paparazzi that we are in love? “ Ryan asked.
I quickly whipped my head up and looked at his beautiful eyes. Wrong decision.
His gray eyes bore straight to my soul, leaving me wishing we were anywhere but his bed and him doing crazy things to me.
What's wrong with me? I need to snap out of this madness.
His chuckle brought me out of my thoughts, he knew he had an effect on me. Jerkfaced. Of course he's used to getting any girl he wants, once a playboy always a playboy.
That realization hit deep, he was purposely doing this to get this reaction out of me to soothe his ego.
The light touches, the gentle movement of our body, the way he was staring at me.
Jerk.