Chapter 8
Ava's POV
I slumped on the bed and heaved a huge sigh of relief. I'm so exhausted and famished. It's been a long day, you know .. the wedding and everything!
I can't help thinking about the wedding .. our vows. Where did those words even come from? And Andre .. did he mean those words he said to me?
Oh, Ava! What is wrong with you? You know very well that Andre is never serious. He wasn't even serious about our alliance .. why would he be serious about the vows.
He only cares about properties but you know what? I don't care if he was serious about it or not. It's not my problem so he should deal with it.
The ride here was kinda rough but I enjoyed every moment. More than you can imagine. That was my time on a plane, you know. The creaking sound of the door interrupted my thoughts.
Andre stepped out from the bathroom. I scoffed and rolled to the other side. He's probably planning to hypnotize me with his abs or something. He's ugly and I don't want to see him. Besides, he made me beg him .. coward!
After some time, I felt him lay on the bed and turned off the lamps. Are we supposed to sleep on the same bed? I don't want to. But l can't go somewhere else because I'm scared of being alone in an entirely different room.
I tucked myself in the bed, closing my eyes. There was silence not until Andre placed his hand on my thigh and l flinched and removed his hand. I sat up, immediately and switched on the lamps.
"Are you crazy? "I yelled at him, angrily. He got up as well and crossed his arms.
"I'm your husband and l've got every right to touch you "he bickered and I huffed. "By the way, it's our wedding night and we should be doing what couples do wedding nights "he added with a smug smile and I chuckled.
"Oh really? What couples do, huh? Okay then. Wait for me "I said and got down from the bed. "I'll go get my thorns " I smirked and walked out of the room.
He thinks he can have me to himself. Well, he's so wrong because that's never going to happen. He's never going to have me .. that's never going to happen.
This marriage stuff is a facade and it's not gonna be more than that. But how do l manage? I don't even know my way around here.
NEXT MORNING
I peeked at the room and seeing no trace of Andre, I sneaked in. I advanced towards my luggage and crouched down. Quickly, I collected my towel and outfit to change into. I didn't forget my lotion.
I stood after keeping the luggage, I froze as I turned to see Andre by the door, staring at me. I didn't realize when the whole stuffs fell from my grasp. I smacked back to consciousness and picked it up, immediately.
"Umm .. why are you staring at me? "I stuttered, gazing at the floor. He took few steps closer and crossed his arms.
"Just watching my newly wedded wife trying to avoid me "he smirked and proceeded towards me. I began moving backwards as she continued taking steps towards me until my back hit the wall.
"I might have allowed you escape last night but that wouldn't happen next time "he drawled and reached for my hair. I rolled my hair strands with his fingers.
"Don't try to scare you. I am not afraid of you "I jibbed and pushed his hands off.
"Well, we'll see about that "he simpered and picked up the towel on the bed, walking briskly towards the bathroom. I released a hanging breath and held my chest.
Calm down, Ava. He can't do anything to you. Oh goodness .. hope l didn't make the wrong decision of marrying him. I walked away to have a bath in the other room.
"Ava! Ava!! "He yelled, endlessly and I walked down the stairs with a frown. I realized his voice was coming from the dinning room and continued my steps.
"Ava! "
"Hey! No need to fall the four walls of Jericho with your loud and disgusting voice "I snickered and sat down. He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever! Where is my breakfast? It's supposed to be served by now "he queried, annoyed and I scoffed.
"So who do you think should prepare breakfast for us? "
"You, of course. You are my wife and you have to prepare my meals, get it? "He replied, sarcastic and I huffed.
"Who told you that? According to my ideology, you, my husband is supposed to hire a maid to do chores around the house including cooking because l'm not meant to work "I bickered and he smirked. I looked at him with furrowed brows. What's the smirking all about?
"Oh really? I should hire a maid, huh? "
"Yeah "I drawled and he nodded. He stood up.
"Okay. I will hire a maid like you said "With that, he walked away.
What was that all about? Was he acting like he's going to do something bad? He's not gonna anything, he will be busy hiring a maid. Where is he going to get a maid? Well, that's left for him to decide.
AN HOUR LATER
Sweet aroma filled the air and l couldn't help but wonder where it was coming from. I stood up and sniffed all the way downstairs and found myself in the kitchen.
I met a lady preparing what I don't know. Who is she? My eyes almost popped out of their socket when l stared at her physique. Oh goodness, hope this isn't the maid Andre hired? I hope so.
She had really long hair, big b**bs, wide hips. Her a** isn't an exception. Like .. she had everything that could make anyone fall for her.
And the way she dressed as well .. putting on a crop top exposed her belly button and blue ripped jeans, probably exposing her thighs. This is crazy!
Andre hired a whore!