Chapter 4 Four

Emily's POV

News of our wedding flew all over the Internet. The buzzes became even more louder.

"Isn't she Daniel's ex wife? She is such a slut with no shame."

Our weddings comments were filled with hate from each social media platform. It was still happening only that it got worse.

"You're worried."

I looked up from my phone and spotted him coming out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist while water dripped from his upper body.

It was so masculine and I could smell his scent from afar. It stung on me and made my nipple erect.

How the hell did I agree on us sleeping in the same bedroom? Although he said that we needed to be convincing enough and he won't touch me at all.

"The comments." I answered him worried.

"You should drop your phone let's enjoy our first night together."

"First night?" my eyes popped out and my jaws dropped. It was indeed laughable, first night.

He moved closer and finally collapsed on the bed. "I have booked for a hotel in Maldives where we will have our honeymoon but for the meantime my wife," he traced his finger round the hem of my fringe.

"Come on." I reacted. "That would make the media talk more."

"You're too worried about the media. Grow a thick skin babe. And like I promised I am not going to touch you, unless you want me to." He spoke so low that his air of masculinity wrapped around me and grabbed me. He spoke with such authority but at the same time he was sweet.

What a perfect blend of danger and romance wrapped in one person. Most books I read, the guy was either overly masculine and authoritative that he lost that sense of romance. Everything he did seemed to always want to humiliate the female. And the females always enjoyed it.

I on the other hand, based on what I had seen in my mother's marriage my mind just tend to shut out any kind of such behaviour. That when those guys start acting up I be like "who the hell is this?" "It can never be me."

Luckily I married Daniel, he was not too masculine. I think his mother was more of the masculine type. Matilda was very bold and domineering, she was also very cunning and knew how to get things done her way.

At one I admired her because she was the figure of a powerful woman, something that I had always wanted to become but in the other hand she was not too nice to me. She just got along with me for the sake of the family image which she fought so hard for.

This strange man that I don't even know his name. I had gotten married to someone that I knew nothing of. Not his name. Not his family. But yeah let's agree its a contract so knowing too much will be a bit too much.

"Your name."

"Ehnn?" he picked his face from his phone looking a bit confused.

"I said your name. I don't know your name up till now."

"Milandro." He replied and my pants wet.

Milandro.

Milandro.

What an extremely hot name. There was something about that name that made my body react. Why am I acting this way? I should not forget that I'm pregnant and I haven't even told Milandro.

Am I to tell him or just keep it down? But he'll definitely find out at some point. What if something happens between us and he thinks he's the father? Come on.

"Milandro." I spoke up but I wasn't done yet he got up to answer an urgent phone call.

He burst into the room in his handsomeness. "Get dressed."

"So soon?"

"Yes now!" sounded more of an order.

I went to the cabinet to get some clothes to change into. Milandro entered and bolted the door behind him. My heart shuddered.

"Aren't you supposed to go elsewhere to change? You can't be here." I scolded him.

"But why?" his hot breath piercing against my skin, "we are married aren't we? Besides I've seen you half naked before."

"Creep." I escaped under his armpit and got into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. A dirty smirk creeped from his face.

I finally got changed and came out. His eyes fell on me like he had never seen an angel before. I was putting on a knee length lilac dress with a bit of black in it, while he stood there in a black suit, black shirt, and a purple tie.

"You look beautiful," he readied his hand for me to interlock mine with his. I did as he wished and we moved towards the stairs together.

"Sir you are leaving." A man popped out of nowhere. He was dressed in white and a black pair of pants. It appeared to be the uniform for the servants in the mansion.

"Yes, make sure you watch the mansion while I'm gone. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." He scurried off like a mouse.

We descended down the stairs while I was acting my role as well. Pretending to be really sweet to him. We got down the stairs and moved to the car where one of the drivers opened the door for us.

We both found ourselves in the passenger seat while he moved himself to the drivers seat.

"Baby I can't wait to get to Maldives." I chuckled again pretending.

He moved closer to me and I could feel his hot breath piercing on me. He slowly whispered, "you don't have to pretend here. It's just you, me, and the driver."

With that I kept myself to myself until we arrived at the airport and boarded our plane. It was first class.

The first time I ever started boarding first class was when I started dating Daniel. I didn't really come from a rich home prior and we always took the economy class if we wanted to go to long distances.

At the beginning, Daniel would want to take me and I would look at the outrageous sum and be like, "Isn't this way too expensive? Why are you wasting so much money when you can just go economy? Same destination, same time of arrival."

"I'm a big name Emily. I can't just be mingling around commoners. I need to mingle with people of my class."

"But I'm a commoner. This is classism. Pure classism."

"Are you going to argue or get in the fucking plane?"

The cold breeze hit me back to reality.

"Is something wrong?" Milandro asked me.

"No, I'm just reflecting."

"About your ex?"

Now that was a question I was definitely not going to answer. I picked up the glass of orange juice before me and started sipping it through the straw.

This felt like the first time I got into that plane with Daniel. Everything just seemed to remind me of him. The nostalgia. The experience. But he's an asshole so yeah he can go fuck himself.

"When are you going to start implementing moves to fix my reputation?"

"Very soon my lady, very soon."

"Tell me a specific time. Everyone says Jesus is coming soon but he isn't here yet. Don't keep on using these same words on me." I argued.

"After the honeymoon. I have my connections in the PR as well and a lot of dirty secrets to leak against that scumbag." He chuckled.

"Why are you doing this?"

"To help you."

"No why are you doing this?" I questioned. "This is more than just me right? I deserve to know, I'm caught in the middle here."

"Let's just say," he rubbed his finger against the hem of my fringe, "I have history with him. You shouldn't stress your brain too much princess." He said before finally putting on his shades and reading the news before him.