Chapter 2 Cheating scum

Evan quickly composed his thoughts, mentally criticizing himself.

Why would he care about whatever she was feeling?

She was a complete stranger he shouldn't find himself bothered about her emotional state. All he should be caring about was for everything to go smoothly and they shouldn't find a single fault with the venue. Being the main founder and CEO of the Wilson group of hotels he prided himself with perfect client satisfaction, especially to high class clients who are considered important people to the public eye.

This particular hall was one of the event halls within the large hotel, and the hotel itself was just one in his successful chain of hotels around the world, the luxurious Evermore hotel in Blakewood city. And he was merely on a whirlwind tour to oversee the popularly acclaimed wedding of the decade between Nadia O'Hara and John Adler, both currently the hottest movies stars in the country.

From the report his personal assistant had given him about the wedding, he came to know that Nadia O'Hara had been crowned miss universe some years before and following a successful modelling career, she plunged into the movie industry and had since become a famous star with an uncountable list of number one ranked movies to her credit.

Her romance and upcoming wedding with fellow movie star John Adler had made them the power couple of the entertainment industry for years to come, they were adored by the masses and millions of people all over the world which was no small feat.

"Sir, the security has been tightened as per your instructions." His assistant came up to Evan and reported.

Evan took a quick glance around nodding in satisfaction at the heavily armed guards and plain clothed police officers amongst his own highly trained security team. The couple might be famous and loved by the masses but it wasn't a hidden fact that they would have enemies as well, there was no taking chances when it came to security measures, his hotels confidently boasted of the strict security measures and discretion they could guarantee.

It was one of the reasons his hotel had been the number one option to hold the wedding of the decade.

Another reason could be because of the ultra lavish and stylish surroundings. The floor to ceiling length glass showed the perfect view of the sea with the moon shining right over it.

Even with the sense of satisfaction seeing the beautiful fruits of his hard earned labor, he still found himself feeling slightly disturbed, his eyes unconsciously glanced towards the platform again where the bride and groom now stood facing each other, the bride's exquisite face was still a cool mask of calmness as she watched her groom in front of her his lips moving as he began to say his vows.

Evan couldn't tell why he suddenly had the feeling that the bride's calmness was just a facade, that underneath it all she was forcing herself to maintain the stillness on her face, that further increased the feeling of frustration building up inside of him, and he looked away only to have himself looking at her once more the next second.

His eyes trailed over her silky smooth skin on her bare shoulders her beautiful collar bones slightly prominent, down to her arms, he could only wonder how soft and supple her skin would feel to the touch he was certain it would be nothing short of the soft freshness of rose petals.

He felt a pull of something in his groin and to his own chagrin and disgust he realized that he was ogling the bride at her own wedding ceremony and that merely looking at her was arousing him to a level he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Damn it!" He cursed out loud.

"What sir?" The assistant curiously asked not having heard what he said.

"Nothing." Evan came back to his senses. He eyed the groom standing on the platform with a cold expression in his green eyes, for some reason he had the urge to punch the guy in the face. The scoundrel would be the one to end up uncovering the lush secrets of his new bride's ravishing beauty, the idea somehow infuriated Evan and he couldn't help but be quite mad at himself for having such thoughts.

What the hell was he thinking? This was definitely unlike himself, when had he ever found himself so strongly attracted to a woman that he even developed the unthinkable desire to steal her right from the groom?

No doubt Nadia O'Hara was like every other girl of pampered upbringing, a little princess, her marriage to this man was merely a next step in the life of luxury, despite her career as an actress, Evan was damn certain she would be no blushing virgin on her wedding night.

Despite the faked love making scenes depicted in the movies, in real life the stars were likely to be immoral and prone to a wild sex life, and she'd had a highly publicized relationship with this man for months.

Regardless of his thoughts, he still found his eyes glued unto the bride, it took a lot of effort for him to break his eyes away, turning to his assistant to issue a set of instructions.

The distraction wasn't at all helpful as the images of beautiful silver eyes that emitted what he thought to be distress behind the sheer white veil would repeatedly flash in his mind, he shook his head lightly to discard the unwanted thoughts and the next second, images of her downright sexy figure appeared in his mind along with a vivid imagination of what it would look like without the white wedding gown, and the tips of his ears burned red along with a firm tighteness in his pants.

'Damn it! Am i loosing my mind?'

Since pulling his attention away from the bride wasn't working to distract him and merely served as a fuel to the burning flame inside of him, he decided to walk out of the hall leaving the wedding behind while he assigned his assistant to oversee the event.

He clenched his jaw in frustration at the tiny tug he felt in his chest.

What was going on with him? Could it be his mind playing tricks on him? It must be because of the stress, because it wasn't as if it had been too long since he last had a woman for him to be feeling this strongly attracted to the bride, that too at her own wedding.

Striding across the main reception area, which was a glorious fusion of classic Roman and exquisite Italian architectural design, he coldly ignored the admiring looks the women were sending his way, it was something he'd been already used to.

Without a single effort on his part, he'd realized his looks had drawn a lot of attention from the opposite sex even before he had been old enough to know what it meant. And having women send flirtatious glances his way wasn't something new to him.

However just before he'd walk away ignoring them as usual he stopped in his tracks, glancing at the women who were sending suggestive looks at him.

He was quite irritated with the lewd looks in the eyes of the bunch for a second so his eyes travelled across the room before it landed on a gorgeous woman in red at another end of the room.

Thinking for a while he strode towards her, it was as if she head his footsteps then turned, seeing him she beamed.

"Mr Wilson, long time no see." She called in a familiar manner.

Evan didn't have any recollection of meeting her before, but that was normal, he never put the faces of the females he'd met in his mind anyway, but he still played along, "Hmm."

"Mr Wilson I must say, I never knew we would bump into each other in Blakewood city, such an awesome coincidence..." She continued to speak on but Evan hadn't listened to a word she said.

He surveyed her from head to toe, a perfect specimen, she was smoking hot with a sexy body with perfect curves, he looked at her for a while her skin was nice, all in all she was pretty attractive, how come he didn't have the feeling he had with the bride earlier? It was strange.

When it came to looks and body, the woman could be said to not be lacking, though compared to the bride Nadia O'Hara This woman's look paled.

Evan quickly dismissed it as the fact that the woman probably wasn't as good looking as the bride which was why he didn't feel anything.

"Actually Mr Wilson, if you have some free time tonight, I was wondering if we could grab dinner together." There it came again, Evan thought. The woman had been excited that he approached her and she took chances to ask him out on a date.

She bit her lips seductively, as she glanced up at him.

"Am busy." He said coolly then turned to leave without sparing her a second glance.

The woman was left shocked as she watched him stride out of the main reception.

Frustration bubbled within Evan as he repeatedly tried to get the image of the bride out of his mind.

About half an hour later, after speaking to his hotel manager and handling a few more work related issues, he walked to the end of the quiet yet luxurious looking hallway, pressing a button he stepped into his private elevator.

His expression looking stoic as he slightly loosened the tie around his neck feeling the constriction of being in a suit. He suddenly felt the familiar need to engage in some sort of physical activity that would clear his mind, he would probably do a few laps on the treadmill.

On that Thought, the elevator doors opened with a 'ding' sound, and Evan walked into his penthouse, his very own luxurious private suite the best in this hotel.

He pulled off his tie, then his coat throwing it upon the standing rack by the door and headed straight for the bar downing one solid glass of whiskey and another, he finally pushed the image of the luscious bride to the back of his mind.

***

Nadia's mind was a mess that she was completely absent-minded as the wedding progressed, it was as if she was a robot and would move according to the programming. Somehow she felt numb on the inside and her head was aching badly as the moment her comfortable, privileged, and secure world had been suddenly shattered like glass into a hundred pieces a week ago replayed in her mind.

The priest said something but her mind didn't process his words still lost in thoughts until John shifted closer to whisper, "Dia, Dia," he called twice before she came back to her senses looking up at him blankly.

"Let the bride and groom please face one another," the priest repeated himself and she finally understood what was going on as she turned to face John. He'd probably sensed the oddity in her as his smiling expression turned firm as he shot her a familiar stern look with an unmistakable warning in his eyes.

She lowered her head a bit and couldn't help but remember the events that happened on that night.

Nadia had gone to John's apartment with a firm resolution that night to surprise him, she was finally willing to take their relationship to the next level.

She had planned on remaining a virgin until the wedding night, she was aware that the relationship she and John shared was not normal. The deepest level of physical intimacy they had shared did not exceed a kiss, it wasn't as if he didn't desire her but it was her who had been reluctant.

Even though she was an actress, she'd been born in a conservative family, she'd had strict learning and had never thought of crossing the line with a man until the wedding night.

But seeing all the effort John had been putting into their relationship, she felt guilty for treating him that way, after all he was still a man and he'd have needs and desires.

Besides he was already her fiancee, and their wedding was in a week, the night before he had deepened their kiss that she had been frightened of what he was going to do next so she had pushed him away, this was why she decided to go and meet him at his apartment to surprise him by telling him that she was ready, she was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

But what she found upon reaching his apartment left her gobsmacked, and frozen shocked.