He halted and looked over his shoulder. His brows were furrowed as he looked at Lilly's confused face. Her nervousness cannot be ignored throughout dinner. He watched her from the corner of his eyes as she laughed and nodded politely, trying to be part of the conversation around the table but she kept on shifting on her seat as though she wanted to leave and not part of all of it. It was painful to watch and his irritation towards her father grew.
Seeing Lilly, looking so unsure of herself, an overwhelming urge to punch Robert Morgan flowed in his veins, he clenched his hands into a fist inside his pants pocket.
He has been fighting chaotic emotions since he saw Lilly at the city hall. She is wearing a white pants suit, her face void of any makeup and it doesn't make her less beautiful, rather it emphasizes the guilt in his heart for plucking her out of her youth just because of his greed and the greed of their fathers.
What kept him from going through the damn wedding was what his father said; "It's Lilly Rose Morgan or someone else. And Robert will do the same. He'll marry Lilly off to you or he will find another man. And Matthew, I need the business. It's a good deal."
He wanted to punch his father but then, he wasn't any different. He agreed to marry Lilly because he wanted to be the CEO of his father's company. He should punch himself first before he tries to beat his father and his now, father-in-law—Robert Morgan Jr. The fucking snake!
Standing in front of this woman, who barely experienced her life, he knew he was just like their fathers, thinking of business and gains, but he could make something different. And the thought came to him while he was watching her trying to keep her cool, signing their damn marriage contracts. He made a promise to himself that he would protect her at all costs. The thought of the personal contract that Robert made him sign would make it a lot difficult. However, Robert could go to hell but Lilly deserves better.
He doesn't know how the hell he's going to do it but, he would. He slowly exhaled a deep breath then pulled his hands out of his pockets and extended his right hand to Lilly.
"My home. We are going home."
Lilly's jaw dropped. She has to blink her eyes to make sure that the image of Matthew, offering his hand in front of her, telling her that they are going home—to his home wasn't an illusion. What is happening, she thought to herself but Matthew didn't give her time to overthink.
He clicked his tongue when she could not make a decision fast enough. He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the curb and shoved her to the passenger seat of his waiting car. He didn't close the door right after she sat down on the passenger seat, he bent down inside the car, pulled the seatbelt across her body, and double-checked how it snapped as if he was making sure that his precious passenger was safe and secure.
He was so close that she stiffened on the seat. Her face was right into his neck and she could see the three o'clock shadow of stubble that had grown on his jawline. She wondered how those would feel in her skin as she watched the pulse in his neck throbbing.
Lilly had never felt such a strong curiosity about the opposite sex. She wasn't naive nor a prude as her friends call her. It's just that she has never been sexually attracted to a man before—until Matthew.
She unconsciously clutched her pants as she curled her toes inside her shoes to stop herself from moving forward and pressed her mouth to the pulsating skin of Matthew's neck and have a taste.
She was startled out of her overlapping desires when Matthew slammed the passenger door shut. She swallowed the lust that she was feeling towards her husband. Her husband. He is now her husband and her thoughts were wrong, she appeased herself for she was like a cooked lobster, red in embarrassment.
They aren't going to start a family yet but it doesn't mean that they aren't going to be husband and wife. Her breathing turned ragged and she carefully wiped the sweat of her palm into her pants, while giving Matthew a secret glance.
She had no idea where Matthew's house was. And she should care about the fact that she didn't bring anything with her. And yet, she didn't. She could just ask one of the helpers back home to pack some of her belongings and send them to Matthew's house.
Right now, her thoughts were full of what could happen between them tonight. Will Matthew find her lack of experience in bed a turn-off since he likes sophisticated women?
Those thoughts among other things occupied her mind that she didn't notice that they had already entered a gated house until Matthew announced rather loudly, to get her attention that they were home.
She creased her eyebrows. She was expecting Matthew to live in a modern apartment. But his house was tucked inside a gated bungalow with a large lawn.
The small house has an adjacent building that Lilly assumed as the garage for when Matthew stopped the car in front of it.
She watched him get out of behind the wheel and walked to her side and opened the door for her.
"Thank you," she murmured with her eyes lowered to the ground. She didn't want him to see her eyes. She was scared that Matthew would read the desires that were on them. However, because her eyes were cast down and Matthew was tall, her eyes landed on a part of him that made Lilly blush like her whole body was on fire.
She wondered if she should get out of the car or just stay seated in the passenger seat, staring at Matthew's crotch in front of her face.