Chapter 3 Kiss Me Back

Olivia's POV

As we left lunch, all I could think about was how upset my parents would be if I had left for the first time in the middle of a family meal. I moved away from Matthew and asked, "So, what's next?"

"Your parents have every right to tell you what to do, and you don't even have a word for that. They even invade your marital privacy."

The driver looked at us, and Matthew said, "You can take your day off, Mr. Rusco. I'll be the one driving."

The driver smiled and nodded its head. Then Matthew pushed me toward the front seat, so I asked in annoyance, "What are you doing?"

"I'm saving you. If they don't like me for you tomorrow, they might ask you to marry someone else. It could hurt my family's image, and of course, my father is dying! I can't let my brother take over the business if you ever divorce me," he said as he slammed the door.

Then he turned around and went to the front seat to drive the car away from my parents' house.

I sighed as I let every word he said sink in. "Wait...what? No, of course not. I'm not going to get a divorce from you today or tomorrow. It's funny that you think that. And, of course, the person who asked for the divorce has to pay a lot of money. No, I won't do that."

He smirked and said, "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Wanna come with me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Where?"

"Night club."

*************

7 p.m. Paradise Club

Dark lights, and lots of people inside the fancy club in Metropolitan City. I met a few of his friends there and now I'm in the corner drinking my margarita while staring at Matthew who dance on the dance floor with a curvy and flirtatious woman.

I rolled my eyes and thought that if marriage was like this, living like this forever would be very miserable for me. I don't want this kind of marriage because I want love and respect. But the man that I married was kissing another woman in front of me.

I gasped and bit my lower lip, and when I stood up, I bumped into someone, he was nice to me because he said, "Oh, sorry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, It's okay, no worries," I said as I headed to the comfort room but he chased me. So I stopped walking and smiled at him. He extended his hand to me, and said, "Hi, I'm Arthur."

I was about to shake his hands but someone grabbed my arm, and it was Matthew. "Sorry, my wife is taken and she doesn't want to entertain any men in this club."

I was speechless. This man is getting on my nerves, I was about to have fun but he cut it off. Matthew dragged me out of the crowd, and as we arrived at the parking lot, I slapped his chest. "You stay away from my business, and I won't touch yours."

I pursed my lips when he didn't say anything, he just opened the car's front seat, and said, "Get in."

"I'm not gonna get in! You kissed another girl, and when I want to entertain another man, you get in my way? What's wrong with you?"

He replied, "Because I can, and you can't. You're a woman, and that guy out there can take advantage of you....and of course, you are still a virgin,"

"Oh my god, Matthew. Shut your mouth, are we really talking about my virginity? Omg, I can't....I can't face you right now." I walked away from him and looked for a taxi outside the club's parking lot.

I'm waiting for a cab in the waiting shed, and a group of guys in the area keep staring at me. After putting on a jacket, I saw they were approaching me.

"Isn't she Olivia Martin? What is Olivia Martin doing in this empty shed? Want to take a taxi? I can drive you home, baby." they all laugh at me.

I turned his offer down and walked slowly trying to look left and right. But they followed me, they were three guys with a lot of tattoos on their arms. They cornered me in the street, and it's making me feel scared!

"Stay away from me, or else I'm calling the police!" I threatened them.

"Really? Call them if you want, but before you do that, you have to come with us." the man said and he grabbed my arm.

"Let go of my arm!" I screamed at him, and in an instant, someone grabbed his collar, and punched his face and it was Matthew who saved me from these people. Matthew pulled out his gun, and said, "One more move, or I'll shoot each and every one of you!"

"That's Matthew Huxley, right?!" The man asked in a panic to his friends.

One of his friends replied, "Yes, that's him."

"Oh, shit! Run!" He said, and they ran away from him in fear.

I took a deep breath and was still scared because I thought they would hurt me. Then, all of a sudden, he was there, saving me from hell. Upon meeting his gaze, my entire world slowed down. "Are you okay?" he asked, holding both of my arms.

He was so much taller than me that I had to crane my neck to make eye contact. "I'm good, please....take me home."

"It's all right, no worries, okay?" He tapped my shoulder and took me with him.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel, all our things were already packed outside, and I asked in confusion, "Where are we going?"

"Home." He replied.

Then guards helped us take our belongings and put them inside. I went to another car again, and it was kind of exhausting for me since I don't like traveling a lot, especially at night.

"But where?" I asked again.

Matthew replied sarcastically, "Since you are married to me, we are going to our home and we can't just stay in the hotel for a lot of days. It's boring you know? We sleep in a hotel and we don't do exciting things like married couples do?"

"I'm not going to sleep with you, Matthew."

"But you will soon."

Then there's a woman who keeps calling him all the time, and it bothers me a lot because I can't concentrate on sleeping.

I grumpily said, "Matthew, your woman is calling you all the time, do you have a plan to talk to her or not? If not, then off your phone because I'm trying to sleep here."

Without uttering a word, he rolled down his window and threw his phone out of his window. My mouth dropped in shock, "What the....are you serious right now?"

"Sleep." he sighed and closed the privacy window between the driver and the passenger. Then he looked at me intently, "Don't say a word...or else I'll kiss you to shut your mouth."

"Shut up!" I said while rolling my eyes, and leaning to my side.

Then he abruptly grabbed my arm and pulled me for a kiss, my eyes kept blinking as I watched him closing his eyes, and enjoying kissing me. It was a rough kiss, he opened my mouth and demanded, "Kiss me back, you should learn how to kiss."

I pushed him away, and wiped my lips, "You have no right to kiss me! I...I don't like it." even though I feel like I'm about to melt in his arms.

"Yeah, sure you don't like it." He said with sarcasm and laughed at me, and deep inside my blood was boiling for him in annoyance.

He continued, "And also you don't know how to kiss."

"Shut up."

"You should ask for my help. I can really help you, Olivia."

"Oh my god, shut up!" I screamed at him in shame, damn this man is having fun of me.

He cupped my face, and I pouted at him, but he asked one question that made my heart beat so fast, "Can I kiss you again?"