Revenge: I Married His Best Friend

Chapter 3

Nathan was grateful that she kept her questions to herself. He actually planned to handle that part of the plan himself. Leila was just a pawn in his game.

He left her for a while to take an important call. On his way back, he bumped into several business men and investors present trying to propose a deal.

Being the wealthiest CEO in the country came with its perks—popularity, special treatment, and of course, he was always the centre of attention wherever he went.

This was also true for Andrew's wedding, albeit, it came at a cost.

Nathan ended up spending more time than he planned to, and when he returned to Leila, his eyebrows deepened.

She had passed out, with extra bottles of alcoholic wine lying beside her head. He sighed. His guess was that she couldn't handle watching the two people she cared deeply about betray her.

This was a feeling he once felt.

Nathan brushed her hair to the side, slowly studying her delicate tear-streaked face. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her bridal style, eliciting a moan from her mouth.

Leila couldn't help but wonder as she noticed the sudden movement. Upon hearing his soothing voice, she tucked deeper into his embrace, relishing his warmth.

Unfortunately, the peaceful stride ended when a hoarse voice called from afar—It was Andrew.

Nathan stood still, his back facing him.

“Come on Nate, you promised you'd stay a bit longer, are you leaving already?” Andrew asked, his hands dipped in his pocket.

Nathan knitted his brows, his patience running thin. “I'm heading out.”

“Well, what do we have here?” Andrew asked, pretending like he hadn't seen the lady he carried earlier. He almost lifted the hat shielding her face when Nathan pulled away.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Drew,” He growled, his voice threatening. “Don't you have a wife to take care of?”

Andrew wore a smirk, “Yes I do, Nate… but that's the thing.” He said, his eyes never leaving her. “You don't strike me as someone who picks up a woman at a wedding.”

Nathan's lip twitched, this was indeed true. Being the city's most eligible bachelor, he had never gone out of his way for a woman.

Neither did he plan to now, but Leila, she was an exception. So Nathan remained silent, his gaze menacing.

Andrew didn't back down either, and the silence between them grew heavy. Their gaze, tight, intense and unyielding.

Luckily, an annoying squeal brought them back. It was Camila, and just like any other lady, she was enthralled to meet Nathan.

However, her gaze lingered on his arms for too long and he swore he noticed a sudden shift in her eyes—it was somewhat, jealousy.

This lady was freaking crazy, he thought.

As if on cue, Nathan cleared his throat and turned towards Andrew, nodding slightly. “See you around.” With that, he took long majestic strides, leaving them.

When he got far, he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. If he had been caught with her back there, it could ruin everything for both of them.

He gritted his teeth, thinking back at Camila’s envious look. But a soft voice kissed his ears and brought him back, it was Leila.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, almost silently.

Nathan looked at her for a while, and heaved a sigh. Glancing forward, he pushed the door open to an exclusive suite in the hotel.

He brought her to his king-sized bed, and placed her gently—her scent still lingering on his skin.

Nathan sat beside her, slowly taking off her hat, scarf and her extremely large sunglasses. His hands, gently tucking strands of her hair behind her ear.

Looking down at her, he couldn't help but wonder how she felt experiencing their betrayal.

She handled it pretty well, he thought.

His gaze settled on her lips for a second too long, and when she opened her eyes, he suddenly cleared his throat, looking away.

He tried to stand up but her hands weakly held onto his shirt.

“Please, stay with me.” She whispered, her voice soft and tempting.

He placed his hands on hers, her intoxicating blue eyes drawing him in. Slowly, he loosened her grip and whispered gently, “I'll be right back.” His tone, betraying him.

Now sitting in front of his mini wine bar, he poured himself a shot, and downed it in one go. ‘F*ck!’ he cussed inwardly, ‘what was he thinking acting all caring in front of her?’

Without hesitation, he poured himself another glass, and downed it in seconds.

The next morning, Leila woke up, her head slightly aching from the excessive alcohol. She squinted her eyes, trying to recall everything that happened. Her thoughts, blurry yet evident.

Looking down, she found herself dressed in an overly sized t-shirt and her underwear was still intact. Judging from her skin, they had been wiped clean as well.

Immediately, her cheeks turned a shade darker as she realized Nathan was behind it. He literally saw her almost naked, she blushed.

“I thought you wouldn't wake up again,” a deep voice echoed from the other end of the room, it was Nathan, resting on a couch.

Leila remained silent, slightly embarrassed.

Nathan let out a grumpy sound as he sat upright. From the looks of the blanket and pillow, she could tell he slept on the couch.

Quite a gentleman, she thought.

“Good morning.” She greeted him.

But Nathan groaned, stretching his arms. “A lady would bring in breakfast and a new dress. You can't walk around in that outfit like you're hosting a funeral.”

Leila tried to defend herself, but he immediately cut her off.

“In the meantime, I want us to discuss the marriage agreement.”

Leila hesitantly asked. “What about it?”

Nathan paused for a while, his gaze calculating. “I’m sure you're aware that this isn't a real marriage, Leila. There are terms and conditions to it. I want to know if you have any conditions you might want to add?”

Leila massaged her chin, thinking over it for a while, then sighed. “I know this marriage isn't real, but I want it to be special.”

Nathan raised an eyebrow, confused. But he remained silent, hinting her to continue.

Leila said camly. “If you want this marriage to work between us, it has to be an official wedding, something unique… with my friends and family present.”

Nathan smirked. “It's obviously going to be—”

But Leila cut him off this time. “Not just that, I also want you to properly propose to me, like every other loving husband would.”

“What?” Nathan snapped, clenching his jaws. “This marriage is just a pretence!”