Ellen's POV
I should be happy on this day that everyone is celebrating me like this. But I am empty deep inside knowing this is a fake marriage after all. Only my fake husband and I know the marriage certificates are fake and only the contract between us is valid. The family is very much welcoming to me except for Mrs Debbie who everyone knows as the troublesome part of the family. She makes scenes without thinking most times.
She followed me to the bedroom where I changed just to introduce herself to me. I feel like she's going to trouble me a lot in the future. I got myself into this. I should be ready for anything anyways.
I am already tired greeting everyone and dancing with my husband. After I left his office that day, I got home as soon as possible and told my aunt everything. I thought she would pressure me but she was quite calm. She advised me on what to do with the money by investing most especially. I can't do enough to thank her, I finally bought her a home in one of the biggest estates in the city.
I also plan to open up a business for her. She loves selling fruits and would do well with a fruit farm. She deserves that and more. My parents would probably be seeing this wherever they are, that is if they are still alive. The preparations went well, I was taken to the wedding gown designer who designed my gown.
I was then given a train of stylists and makeup artists who dressed me up today. Every other thing, including the bridesmaids was planned by Aidan. He surely is a man of his words. Everything is going smoothly, that's all I can say.
I and Aiden sat down on the special decorated chairs watching the crowd. I sighed deeply, he turned to look at me.
"You seem to be very tired. Do you want to go rest?" He asked me.
I shook my head, "All these people are here for us. Are you trying to make me look bad by leaving my own wedding?"
"No. I am just trying to help you so you won't get worn out. Let's go upstairs darling, it's time we go for our honeymoon." He whispered the last part with a smirk.
"You fucking jerk! Don't you dare get any ideas!" I almost yelled with a fake smile on my face, luckily the place is loud so no one can hear us unless we scream.
He stood up and dragged me up, "Come on, let's go. I am as bored as you are darling."
"But..."
He already took me to his mother before I could say jack. His mother looked at the both of us smiling.
"Are you leaving now?" She asked like she knew what he wanted to say. How does she even know that?
Am I the only one who doesn't know because I don't attend wedding parties?
"Yes mom. Say goodnight to my mother, we still have a lot to do tonight." He told me.
I nodded, "Yes, goodnight mother. Thank you for all you did today."
I smiled sheepishly as we walk through the crowd going upstairs. People began to applaud us again for whatever reason. I suddenly remembered that I had to talk to my aunt before going upstairs. I stopped him.
"I didn't say goodnight to my aunt. How am I supposed to leave like that?" I told him.
"There she is." He pointed at my aunt. "She is waving at you. You don't have to go to her, you can always see each other after the honeymoon. Let's go now darling."
I waved at her and continued to walk up the stairs with him. We were finally out of sight when we arrived at the passageway and then we stopped in front of where I assume would be our bedroom. I waited behind him while he unlocked the door. I was thinking the other room I used before was our bedroom. I didn't know we would be going elsewhere.
He opened the door and walked inside the room. I followed behind him, my jaw dropped when I saw how big and beautifully decorated the room is. Compared to the room I was thinking we were going to use, this is different. The room is perfectly painted in blue and grey. There are different beautiful paintings of nature in the room, couch, a king sized bed and two different doors in the bedroom. One might be the dressing room and the other would be the bathroom.
Aside from that, our room is decorated because our wedding is today. There are rose petals on the floor and on the bed. There are candles all over the room lit up and a sweet romantic melody coming from the disc player. It is a couple of romantic songs to probably set up the mood. I stood there still wondering how I got here. Who would have ever thought that someone like me would be enjoying all this luxury? I never imagined it. I don't bite more than I can chew at all.
"Are you going to keep standing there all night? Don't you want to change that dress you're wearing to something more comfortable or nothing at all?" His voice jolted me back to reality.
What is this jerk talking about m How can he tell me to wear nothing at all? He is such a pervert.
"Of course I will remove the gown. You don't need to remind me. You should mind your business in this place after all, we are just a fake couple." I replied.
He shrugged , "Suit yourself then. That is the dressing room, when you eventually decide to change, you will find all your clothes there. I'll be in the bathroom. Feel comfortable, I don't bite."
"I didn't say you bite either. I'm not scared of you. You just make me uncomfortable sometimes." I wanted to say that to him but I did not say anything.
I continued to act like myself. I watched him going to the bathroom then I guessed where the dressing room will be. I quickly went inside and found a comfortable nightwear to put on. I took the one that suits tonight. We have to make people believe we are a real couple. Aidan seems to be doing well. The only remaining problem will be with me. I'll also try my best to convince people so no one suspects a thing. I have a feeling I will regret it if anyone finds out and I don't want that to happen.
I wanted to zip down my dress but it's got stuck. I could not do it without someone helping me. There is no one else in this room that I can ask for help other than my fake husband. I have to stay indoors if I want people to believe me. If I ask someone else, they will suspect something is not right between us. I sat down on the bed waiting for him to come back so he would help me open it. He soon came out not long after. I think he took a quick shower. I have to embarrass myself again.
"I guess you really don't want to change your gown, you must be comfortable with it then. I was wrong thinking you were uncomfortable I guess." He said as soon as he saw me. he was trying a towel on his waist and his shirtless body was facing me. This is the first time I am actually drooling over a shirtless man in front of me.
I immediately snapped out of it. I admit he is very good-looking and he has a very nice body that every woman will want. Which brings me back to I don't understand why someone like him would be chasing after someone like me, when a lot of girls would marry him for free.
"Can you can you please help me zip down my gown?" I asked feeling extremely shy.
He smirked, "you sound like you are asking for the whole world. There is nothing to be ashamed of. I am not that kind of person. I have no interest in you, other than what we have already agreed. So relax, I'm not interested in you."
Should I be happy now that he said he isn't interested in me? This man seriously is a confusing person? How can he be so annoying and confusing at the same time?
"I am not interested in you either, just help me zip down my gown. Thank you." I replied in the same way.
He got behind me. I don't know why I became suddenly nervous when his hand touched my skin. It made me shiver for a few seconds, he got stuck with the zipper and I wanted this torture to end so bad. He finally was able to open it but instead of leaving, he did not leave. He just stayed there until I cleared my throat. Then he moved from behind me.
"Thanks." Was all I said and rushed into the bathroom. I hope I can survive all of this dear lord.