Chapter 3 Billionaire's girlfriend

Kyra's POV

"Smile, London. This is your moment," Layton whispered into my ear as he walked me down the aisle.

Nervous is an underestimation of how I was feeling. My palms were sweaty,my knees were trembling and my face was burning.

I wore a gorgeous mermaid gown that was obviously a designer gown. It must have been Lisa who picked it out because everything was her taste.

I had put a lot of effort into my looks for the first time in forever. I hoped it was at least fine.

I dreaded this moment. I had always dreamt of my dad walking me down the aisle but fate had had other plans. At least Layton was there. I knew deep down he still had a soft spot for his younger sibling.

We finally made it to the altar and there I was standing next to my would-be husband.

Maybe I missed the moment but he hadn't looked at me even once. His face was glued at the priest and he didn't look that happy. Heck, he didn't look happy at all.

Despite all that, I was still amazed by how effortlessly handsome he was. He looked even better in person.

He was smoking hot tall; taller than me with a body any woman would die for. His hair was dirty blond and his eyes emerald ice. They looked cold but surprisingly that was his best feature in my opinion. They held a mystery I was yet to discover.

They were like a forest. One I'd get lost in. I had never fancied the idea of getting lost before but if I could get lost in his forest then I'd volunteer happily.

We exchanged wedding vows and all the necessary stuff. Even his voice made me shiver. It wasn't a normal shiver. It was something intense, something intimate and something I had never experienced before.

When it was the kiss part, my cheeks were flushed. In my mind I imagined some dramatic kiss from the movies. A kiss that'd give me the so called butterflies.

Once again reality made a complete joke out of my imagination. It was a simple peck at the corner of the lips. That didn't count as a kiss!

I had thought of it as funny that I'd get my first kiss on my wedding day but now it was even funnier. I still had virgin lips even after my wedding reception.

Everything happened so fast that in a short space of time I was trapped in the billionaire's car. Pardon me, my husband's car which was now officially mine as well right?

It was a limousine and his scent flooded the car. It completely filled my nostrils and intoxicated my mind. Soon I would get to smell his scent at a closer angle and run my hands through his oh-so-sexy hair.

One thing bothered me though. He had neither spoken to me nor looked at me. He was furiously typing on his cellphone with his eyebrows knitted. He seemed distracted.

I had no idea on how this entire wifey thing worked out but I had to give it a shot hey. I cleared my throat softly for attention which I didn't get.

Okay, maybe I was too soft. I tried again.

"Do you need something?" he asked me coldly all his attention still on his phone.

His voice was like music to my ears despite the coldness it held.

"Umm, I was thinking that since we don't know each other we could maybe start by introductions," I started trying my best to raise my voice a little.

He didn't reply. I was beginning to feel odd.

"So, I'm Kyra Casella..Well Mont...."

"I know who you are. I wouldn't marry someone whose name I don't know."

Well that was a shocker. Okay maybe I was just being silly and immature. I had no idea how this worked and he wasn't helping either. Was this how all newly weds behaved or was it just in my case?

"How about you tell me more about yourself or maybe I'll go first?" I more of asked than stated.

"There's nothing to tell."

"Well so I'll tell you about me instead. Firstly, I like..."

"Can I get some peace please and is your voice always like that? If so then I'm sorry but it's really irritatingly low."

My heart suddenly stopped. His eyes were now on me and I suddenly felt self conscious.

His eyes held that intense stare that Layton always gave me milliseconds before beating me up black and blue.

I would never fail to recognise that intense look that warned me that a volcano was about to erupt.

"Jay, I don't understand w.."

"Do not call me Jay. You can never call me Jay. Only my friends and family can call me that," he spat at me venomously.

My heart was now acting like a caged bird throwing itself against my ribcage.

"But I am your wife."

"Don't you dare throw that bullshit in my face. To the world you are now my wife but the actual thing is this is all just an arrangement."

His voice was raising and threatening to break. His face was red with fury and his knuckles had turned white.

"I-I don't understand. Yes this is arranged but I thought you agreed to this."

Tears were imminent. I was holding them back but any point would be a breaking point soon enough.

"In case no one told you,I never wanted this marriage. It's all against my will. We can't be husband and wife."

"Don't say that please. I promise to try and be a good wife to you. If it's my voice you don't like I'll change it. I'll try and be louder."

"And what if I tell you I hate everything about you then what?"

"I'll change myself for you."

My father had always told me never to change myself for someone to love me because someone would love me for who I was but this was different. My heart was adamant. I was ready to do anything to make us work.

"Then that tells me how cheap and undignified you are."

My tears finally gave in. He was hammering my heart. This was nerve wrecking.

"What-what is going on? I've never met you before but you seem to have something strong against me."

"You just had to come into my life the moment when everything was beautiful. You actually seem happy with this arrangement."

"Did I ruin something precious to you?"

"Yes. Yes you did!I can't be with the love of my life right now because of you. She is my everything. My world. I wanted her to be at the altar with me. I wanted to say wedding vows to her."

"You have a..."

"Yes I have a girlfriend and I'm not ending things with her. If anyone has the right to be my wife then that's her."

Adrenaline flooded my veins. He was in love with another woman?! By the looks of it this wasn't just some ordinary love. He was head over heels in love with this woman.

His eyes were now sad. I could see the intense pain and sadness in his gorgeous eyes. The fact that I was the cause of this pain stabbed my pounding heart ruthlessly.

He was at the brink of tears. I don't know why but it hurt me miserably seeing him in this terrible condition.

"She is beautiful. She has everything I have ever wanted in a woman. I love her. I am madly in love with her," he confessed looking at his trembling hands as if she was right there.

Hearing Jayden confess his love for another woman destroyed me to the core. It was crystal clear that I stood no chance with him.

"What about me?" I suddenly croaked immediately regretting saying those words.

I was clearly inviting criticism. He had already called me cheap and undignified. What more did I want?

"You are a nobody to me. You are far from my taste. We can never be even friends. Just stay away from me and don't try anything that will make me forget I'm a human."

His words held a lot of command and authority. They made me shiver. The car came to a sudden halt. Guess we were 'home'.

Jayden left the car slamming the door in my tearstained face. The chauffer was kind enough to open the door for me and I trotted behind Jayden who was already by the entrance of 'the mansion'.

He banged the doors open and stormed in. I looked like a lost puppy running after him except only that puppies are cute. I looked horrible and the tears cascading down my cheeks just added to the horror.

I was finally in after a long struggle with my painfully long heels. Jayden was already trudging upstairs furiously.

"Jay," a soft nectarine sweet voice called.

That voice seemed to stop him dead in his tracks. My curiosity kicked in and I turned to to luxurious living room where the angelic voice had come from.

Shock held me immobile. I was dumb stricken by the sight before me. A lady stood there. Not just some ordinary plain Jane like me but a mesmerizing drop dead gorgeous woman.

She wore a sexy long sleeve crisscross bandage dress that flounced and complemented her supple curves perfectly well.

She was taller than me by inches. Her face was angelic with warm chocolate eyes and mascara accentuated her batting eyelashes. Her features were arranged on her face to maximum perfection.

Her hair was a rich shade of chestnut and well maintained. Why did she look so familiar?

Jayden seemed to take a deep breath and his chest started heaving again. I saw a different version of my husband trudge down the stairs quickly.

He was different from the man I had interacted with in the car. He appeared soft, tender and loving. He stood at a distance from the lady who I now thought of as his lover.

He seemed to not think of himself as worthy to get close to her. He looked distraught.

"Kylie, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have fought for us. I should have ....."

Kylie. Now I knew who she was. She was Lisa's best friend. This was obviously a losing game for me.

"Jay, it's not your fault. I still love you all the same and more if that is even possible because I'm saturated with love for you."

Even Kylie had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy and it looked like she'd break down again soon.

"I love you, Kylie. Always have and always will. No one will come in between us. Not even this marriage," he assured her.

Her tears disturbed him. That I could tell. Mine seemed to not faze him even one bit.

"All I need from you is one thing right now. I need assurance that I still have you. I need to feel you close to me honey."

Oh. She just called my husband honey.

"Anything baby. Just say the word and I'll do anything for you."

"Kiss me."

Simple and straightforward. She had just asked my husband to kiss her. I felt completely invisible.

My heart broke into a million pieces when he strode towards her on impulse completely closing the gap between them.

His delicious looking lips immediately crashed down onto Kylie's. My world fell apart.

So I happened to be the other woman in my own marriage. The kiss wasn't some dirty hungry and demanding kiss. It was slow, passionate and perfect. Their lips were locked moving in perfect sync.

Kylie's hands were snaked around Jayden's neck professionally and he had her firmly ensconced in his arms by her decanter shaped waist.

They were passionate lovers. They had experience and the technique. I was inexperienced. I was just a common person in matters of the heart.

What was I even thinking. He'd never be enticed by someone like me. He was completely out of my league.

Kylie wrapped her tanned legs around Jayden's torso as the kiss became heated. It wasn't some normal ordinary kiss. It was extraordinary. Everything about this billionaire was extraordinary.

He led the both of them upstairs probably to his bedroom. Allow me to say to 'enjoy their wedding night.'

He was too busy for me. He would never care for me. I would never get the love I longed for.

I was left behind throwing myself a self pity party. My eyes hurt from crying. My constant sniffing had probably been background music to the lovebirds.

I was exhausted so I stumbled upstairs to find my bedroom where my luggage had been put. It took me a long struggle but I finally made it.

I collapsed onto the bed and sleep immediately seized me. I didn't have the power to change or shower. I just hoped the next morning I'd wake up from this nightmare laughing at how silly and unreal it all had been.