Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (best ereader for epub TXT) 📕

Julie's POV

I jumped a little feeling his mouth over me. He pulled away in an instant leaving the seal of this bond lingering on my mouth. I never knew that my first kiss will happen at my wedding. I wonder too how I have lived this much of a clean life.

The spectacles seemed to cover a lot of his emotions but I stared in his grey eyes to only find his gaze on my body making me freeze.

But then all the stares and hushed whisperings from the last three hours came haunting me. And, no matter how hard this wedding was for him I had to ask, “What took you so long?” My trembling voice told me how confused I was at the moment but it only got his eyes on me as we walked down to see our guests.

I gulped hard under his heated gaze while his words from the vows still rang in my head. Was he forced to do this? I wonder. And, what does it mean serving him? What that meant!

I looked at my huge diamond and knew that instant he didn’t want this. His absence for straight three hours at his own wedding was seconding this fact. And, the heaviness in my chest tells me that I was expecting something from this wedding without my knowing.
It’s just a job, Julie…just a job…and I know this but…why it has to be a job? I looked to my left to notice my friend Katelyn who smiled finding my attention on her. Katelkyn’s wedding was nothing like this…her smile was the envy of the whole crowd.

I passed a smile to Sarah before looking at Anna and Rachael while I walked with a complete stranger who now was my husband.

I looked at my groom, who seemed least interested in me while I heard him say, “I am sorry but we have to leave. I have a flight in half an hour. Please, ask the guests to be flexible about it.”

“Flight to where?” I couldn’t help asking,

“To Italy where you will be serving me.” He said making my eyes go wide but the moment he held my hand an electrifying pulse ran in my body.

Serving...I wonder but knew what his gaze meant. I understand what being his wife meant but aren’t we supposed to know each other. Recalling I was leaving my place with him made me ask,

“We…we are going to live in Italy? Why?” Mr. Lucca never once discussed this with me and learning this reality only now was unsettling me and his raised brows weren't helping.

“Because I will decide where we live…” I felt his grip on my hand tighter before I felt his thumb grazing the back of my hand.

I wanted to look for Mr. Lucca but he seemed busy talking to some woman far away from me and Matt’s grip only got tighter.

“I…I need to talk to Mr. Lucca.” I barely whispered but knew he got me when his sharp voice followed.

“What you wanna talk about?”

“I…I…I need to tell my family...?” How much I wanted him to spare me some seconds away from him.

“We are leaving right now or you can stay here. I am a very busy person, Julie.” I gasped realizing how embarrassing it would be.

“It’s fine…I will call them.”

I didn’t look at my back but I knew Rachael and the girls will be disappointed that I didn’t get to talk to them. Even I was a little disappointed knowing I didn’t get to receive any wishes from any of them.

We walked towards his car with few people I didn't care to notice. “Thank you,” I thanked the person holding the door for me before getting in. It was spacious and even had a bar that got my attention but before I could take notice of more things I found Matteo getting in.

The tension in my body reduced finding a kind smile on his mouth. “These were the pleasantries you used to get my father. Didn’t you?” He asked making me narrow my eyes.

The car started moving while I asked,

“What?”

“For people like you, such words sure get you ahead but don’t you think you are already a lot ahead of yourself. Even at the place, you should have not been,” His eyes became serious at the end while I wonder what I have done wrong.

"You could have said no if you wanted to,” I asked and saw something changing in his eyes. He removed his spectacles and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

And, the moment he opened them I swear I stopped breathing. He was the same man I found in Mr. Lucca’s hospital room. I wonder how a person’s demeanour could be so different with or without spectacles.

I gaped when the very next moment I found his hand on my arm that grazed up before resting on my shoulder with his thumb resting a little on my neck. “Don’t worry…I don’t hit…anyone. I…have people for that.” He said coming dangerously close to me.

“…I don’t care what you did to end up here…” He hissed while I was struggling to look right into his eyes. “…but do one thing…Never. Ever. Talk…without having my permission...I don’t want a single thing in my life changed because of today…so you better be bearable ALL THE TIME without failing.”

I blinked while moving my shoulder up and turned my head to look at his hand still resting on my shoulder.

“I…didn’t want to marry you too…they…they said you are a kind person and…?”

“I am a very kind person love. You would have thrown you out of this car if I wasn't…and I swear this is the last time you will ever say that you didn’t want to marry me…this…is the last thing I want to hear from your good for nothing mouth.” I tried my best not to hiccup while it took everything in me to not end up in tears.

“I…can leave you if you want…I…I…I need to talk to Mr. Lucca…”

“No one ever leaves me…am I clear?” I held his hand to remove it from my shoulder to only get his other hand on my other shoulder too. I gulped under his heated gaze.

“But I want to…” I threw at his face.

“What kind of woman you are…” He whispered against my mouth. “…my father told me you are very tolerant and what not…I want to see that…actually, I want to see...all of you…as long as we are in this.” His accent was a lot changed this time but I sighed when he let go of me and I held my arms with my trembling hands.