[Kaleah POV]
We had danced the night away with no worry in our bones, his aunt and uncle were the sweetest, and very accepting.
For some reason I felt really comfortable around Clayton, like I felt like he was my husband, like this marriage is not a complete sham.
"Okay, so ready to leave?" Cyan says, making me confused.
"Leave to where?"
"Grandmother said you and Clayton get a full honeymoon suite for your first wedding night; thus, you should change and leave."
I widen my eyes in shock, what, Clayton and me, alone in a room all night? Who even thought this was a good idea?
"But isn't it a bit too much? I am sure Clayton doesn't want me to come along.
"Actually, he is waiting for you downstairs, he also ordered to have your stuff moved to his room as you are his precious wife," Cyan says with so much pride.
"But… Cyan, how am I…..."
"Don't worry, I oversaw the lingerie preparations, so you are good for the night."
Whoa, this is going a bit too fast, like we just got married like a few hours back, and we are not even sure if Clayton wants this type of relations with me.
"Can you stop pacing and change into that cute dress over there," Cyan says with a smug on her face.
"Don't you think this is a bit too good to be true?"
"No, this is all true, come on sister-in-law" she grins after the last part, making it sink in. I married Clayton Beckett.
I take a deep breath, there is nothing wrong with going with the flow, it has worked for me so far.
I pick the dress Cyan had picked and I am immediately red when I wear it, what on earth is this?
"Cyan? Isn't this a bit too revealing for a married woman?"
"Not at all, it is really fit to set the mood for your first night as a married couple," she said so nonchalantly, "here I put all your toiletries and night gowns here, have fun."
Cyan gives me a devilish wink before pushing me out the room, Clayton awaits me downstairs, he had changed from his wedding attire himself.
I can feel his eyes on me when I start climbing down the stairs, I catch a glimpse of him watching me, only it is not a glimpse, he doesn't stop looking at me even as I walk to him.
"Um… I am ready to go," I say nervously, he smiles before taking the travel bag I had.
"Ladies first," he says.
I walk every step with nothing but goosebumps, I know he still has his eyes on me, they burn holes through my whole body.
We had driven in silence, very awkward, we just got married for heaven's sake, why are we so silent?
"May I?" Clayton says taking his other hand off the steering wheel.
"Huh?"
"May I put my hand on your thigh?"
What? Huh? I know we just got married but we haven't known each other for that long, right? Oh…. This is so insane.
"You do not have to give me permission in you want, you know."
"Oh… not you can, you are my husband you can touch me wherever you want." I blabber.
"Wherever I want?" he asked with a smug look, I am completely shocked how can he be so shameless, "that was a joke," he chuckles putting his beautiful hand on my thigh.
The drive became very light-hearted after that, the awkwardness completely leaves the atmosphere.
The hotel was quite exquisite, with the best architectural design.
"You seem happy,"
"Oh… just haven't been to a hotel this amazing before," I say, "it is really beautiful."
" Well, this is only the tip of the iceberg, I am a going to show you more beauties of this world."
I blush to his words as I lead my way to our suite, this is getting a tiny bit dangerous for my heart.
"Oh…."
"Something wrong?"
"The room is a bit too huge don't you think? I mean a whole family and extended family can live here," Clayton chuckles at my statement, a correct statement might I add, why do they have a room this big in the first place.
"Presidential suites are very spacious, you know," he says taking my hand, he gives me a tight hug, "you look really beautiful right now."
"Oh… um thank you."
"We never really talked about the type of marriage we wanted did we, like if it is going to be a traditional marriage with love and children or marriage of convenience."
"Oh… you really do not have to love me, I told you previously," I say with a heavy heart.
"Do you love me? Past the lying you did during our date, do you love me at this moment, do you think it is possible for you to love me in the future?" he says with the most pleading voice.
"I…. how did you know I was lying?"
"You always shut me down when I flirted with you, I am pretty sure your hate for me was clear."
"I didn't hate you, Clay; well, you were a bit annoying and arrogant and domineering."
"You got quite a list there," he chuckles.
"But I didn't hate you then, I don't hate you now, I don't know if it is love, but I do feel something for you."
"That is good, well at least we know it will not be marriage of convenience since I do feel something for you too, mine feels a lot like love," he says in a low tone, he had raised his head to look me straight in my eyes, "I am falling in love with, that I know for sure."
I can feel my whole body heat up, I cannot believe he is confessing to me this easily, I cannot even give him the answer he wants, do I love him? Probably, am I ready to admit it, probably not.
"You love me?"
"Of course, I do, I love you."
"But I haven't been completely honest with you, about this marriage and…..."
"If you are talking about the green card matter, I already know, you shouldn't worry about that, you feel something for me right now don't you, that is what matters, not why we started this relationship, the state of the relationship now is all that matter."
"How did… well of course you were to find out, billionaires have their ways," I sigh, "do you still want to be my husband even with my flaws?"
"I would marry you a thousand times with all those flaws you speak of," he boldly exclaimed.
"Then…. Then we can have a traditional marriage, I would love to be with you for as long as our love takes us," I say trying my best to not cry.
I feel his wet lips on mine, the is a sense of relief in all this, how we have established the type of relationship we want, how he is okay with my secret.
We did make-out for a while before I decided to move away to the bathroom, I think Cyan was right when she gave me that set of lingerie.
It is quite a scandalous set, the bra and panties are a bit too much for me, but I want to wear this for my husband, it is our wedding night.
The moment I enter our bedroom, I find Clayton on the phone, ugh, this man seems to not want to take a break huh.
"I want to call room service what…." His stop midsentence when he sees what I was wearing, and those devilish hungry eyes I have only avoided before, seem to be something I long for right now.
"Mrs. Beckett are you out of your mind?" he says dropping his call, I walk to him nervously, I do not want to seem desperate, but then again, he is my husband so being desperate doesn't matter.
"What?" I asked so innocently.
"I am sure we agreed to take in slow, this stunt will get you in trouble."
"Well, I want trouble Mr. Beckett,"
He passionately kisses me making me melt in an instant, I feel ready for this man, ready to be conquered, "are you sure about this?" "hundred percent, make me yours Clayton Beckett."
He gently lifts my body to carry me to bed, this is it, I saved myself for marriage, time to give my husband my savings.