Chapter 2 The wedding night

Who wouldn't want to take the coverage a renowned celebrity who turns out to be an empress of the nation. Rumors had it that she wouldn't sit on the throne except she gets married. Everyone knew how she had prepared her whole life to take over the ruling power and had thought she would stay single forever only to announce that she was getting married out of the blue. No one had seen her fiance before and were stunned to realize who he was. Though there were some sort of delay, nevertheless, the wedding went through.

Her just concluded wedding was the talk of the town as fans, and hoped for the best. However, not everyone was pleased with wedding, mostly those who had thought it wouldn't take place after all they had done to stop it from happening.

Meanwhile, the newly wedded could be spotted in a luxurious limousine. Soon, they would leave for their honeymoon which got the bride nervous as she barely knows what this man was capable of. She was still trying get rid of the ravishing kiss he gave her when this man was asked to kiss his bride.

His hands around her waist, pushing her body to rest on his, gaze at her passionately got her quivering as for a moment, she felt he was going to eat her alive with just a kiss and had to haul him gently aside to stop the kiss or else it might never end, while faking a shy smile to the cheering crowd.

This bride wasn't expecting it be deep and passionate but he claimed it had to look real since she was paying him to do his job. It annoyed her that he was justifying his treason and acted with no emotions. Stacy had managed to make him look like a groom, thanks to her chief bride'smaid who aided her plan. They were sitting opposite each other, avoided lurking eyes as the bride was sinking in thoughts. This young man rubbed his aching head and the alcohol seems to almost wash off his eyes as he was feeling drowsy.

However, wines and beers were placed on the mini-bar for him to drown himself in as soft music played. He didn't mind the furious lady in front of him as he had his own troubles known to only him, sadness were written in his look as he growled. He admired the comfortable leather seat which was clothed with royal blue, the neon lights in several colors, climate control, it power privacy division, the flat-screen adjacent him which only showed their wedding program and it disgust him.

The stereo system let out a banging noise and he nodded his head to the beat only that his aggressive bride switched off the music and the TV for silence to flow. As for the bride, she was trying to fix correctly her eye contacts which were almost falling off. At least, that was a distraction as tension heated her up. Everything just wasn't in place yet this man feels relaxed, well not her! Her hands were shaking to fix them and wished for an assistant but not this man again.

His eyes took a glimpse at her, viewing how her fingers were struggling to place the eye contacts in. A sigh left him as he drew closer, beckoned on her to give it. Her heart raced at how he leaned on her requesting for the eye contacts, cold ran down her spine as he tugged her dangling hair behind those ears of hers just to see her eyes clearly. His hands rested on her exposed shoulders as he noticed how glued she was on the seat while feeling nervous.

Stacy squirm as she held her breath not to inhale his that poured on her face. She had intensions to kick him off but remained still, handing the contacts over after all, he told her not to act cold and just let him help. He gestured to her to let those eyes open while he fixed them. Once he was done, he placed his warm palm on her cheeks which was bloated and her swollen eyes.

Tears were forcing it way down and he wipe it off with a finger and gave her a piteous look. He guessed she cried out her eyes before meeting him, and wouldn't forget this embarrassing day.

"Hey...bride, he's not worth those tears, we never did anything wrong to be heartbroken" he muffled as his vision was becoming blurry yet he still held her cheek trying to comfort her all of a sudden; as he was now in his subconscious state. Certainly, sleep was lurking.

Stacy quickly flung his hands from her cheeks and pushed away from her. He fell at her feet and groaned while snickering.

"Stay away from me!" she ordered and he raked his hair, smirked at her and returned to his seat clumsily. From the rumors he had heard, the man meant to marry her was her fifth groom and for her to be this weary, she must have fallen deeply in love. She had better get a grip of herself. He shut his eyes as his mind was becoming void.

"What next?" He muttered intrigued and anticipating for the next play that would take place. Stacy gawk at him as she wondered what was ringing in that dirty mind of his especially as he had his eyes close, his hands resting on his cock, and his lips smiling sheepishly but then stop as his face became tensed and worried.

"What's your name?" She snapped back. Stacy had to have an idea of the random guy who won a jackpot by agreeing to marry her until she gains what she needed from the marriage.

"Ryan" he responded rolling his head and wrapping his arms around his waist. Stacy heaved a sigh as she felt like punching this man at the face. She wondered why it had to be him. What if he suddenly requested sex from his attitude so far towards her besides they were married and off to have their honeymoon.

"Argh!" She yelled panting heavily as she wasn't herself at that moment. From tales she had read about such situation, a contract was needed which would guide the way they act to each other. Oh how she despise the situation and wished the ground opens up and swallow her.

"I miss you" his voice rang through her head invading her mood and Stacy shoved her gaze at Ryan who had tears streaming slowly from his shut eyes. This bride scoffed, folded her fist and acted like though she wanted to hit him on the face. Curiously, she wished to know what made him sober in his slumber world. Stacy swallowed hard as she shifted quickly to where he was seated and laying his head. That head of his wasn't balance as it kept tipsy off. She had knowledge that sleep talking might expose somethings about this man who she hardly knew, though she wasn't concerned about his sleeping posture and he had filled this car with the smell of alcohol. He was uttering some words which was unclear to her and somehow, she felt interested to know what he meant by that statement he said. This anxious bride tilted at him to listen only to feel his arms around her pulling body on him as her arms accidentally went around his neck. He fluttered his lashes opened his eyes slowly and stared at this woman who lips were almost rubbing his. She tried controlling her breath from hovering around his face while feeling nervous. His eyes were enchanting and made her weak.

"Don't ever leave me alone" he whispered as Stacy ogled at him, placing her hands on his chest, and before she could break out of his grip, he captured her lips and kissed her hungrily as felt his tongue twirling against hers while his hands fondled her exposed skin behind.