12 Wedding night,

Julia's POV

I felt bad for judging him. But I passed the doors to get to the back and it seems like another sitting area and the moment I found the man who was reading the magazine earlier I found it weird. I heard a door opening and found the hostess getting out from one of them. It seems it was the toilet. I looked at the only closed door and had my heart sinking when I took my feet in the direction.

"Mrs. Lucca?" It was the first time someone called me with this name. It seemed really weird. I offered a questioning gaze to the person who called me.

"Are you looking for Mr. Lucca?" He asked making me only look at him and before I could answer he offered.

"I can show you where he is if you want to relax too." He offered and I wonder if I wanted it.

"I…" I tried to make an answer when I found him coming close.

"I…can understand. I can show you a different room if you want to relax…it is going to be a long flight." This time he whispered and waited for my answer.

"I will be thankful…" I offered him a small smile before following him. "umm…do you know where my luggage is? My cell phone was in there." He passed the other sitting area and took me to a door that stood alone.

"We were in a hurry. I should have looked for your luggage but…I am sure they will send it without any unnecessary delay.

He opened the door for me while my brain processed all the necessities my luggage had. I get into the room to notice a space that barely had a bed fit in with only one window showing the sky. I turn to find that person leaving already.

I get onto the bed and stretched my legs. "Once you are Mrs. Lucca you will be the family forever," I recalled Mr. Lucca's words and now knew what he meant from wanting a very tolerant wife for his son. I am sure no one was ready to marry him.

I held the covers to my neck recalling his burning gaze. Does…does he really think I will let him touch me?…But he…he is my husband…ICan I say no if he doesn't separate? Even the thought of him catching my hand was enough to make me shiver.

He didn't want to marry me but not once he has told me that he will leave me. Maybe I am overthinking and…he is passing through a phase.

But he doesn't look like a person who doesn't know what he was doing?…No,…I will not give in until he gives me a reason to do so…and, the rest I can decide after talking to Mr. Lucca.

And, what makes you think your father-in-law will be any help? He is the very reason that you are here.

His rude words rang in my head while I knew I have to deal with him alone…or maybe it's better that we two decide about this like real adults this time and don't involve Mr. Lucca.

I stared out of the window and bit my inner cheek recalling the times when we took the vows. I have to be prepared for the worst…he might ask me to end all of this. He really doesn't look like who cares about the vows and…I didn't even want to think about his vows right now. I sighed out and tried to tell myself I can live through this very event of my life too. But if this ends I will go and live somewhere far away without any kind of responsibility. I will laugh the hardest, make a friend, and will never skip a Friday night out. I looked out of the window and missed Sarah's beautiful voice.

I gulped knowing it wasn't the responsibilities I feared. I think I cared more about what Rachael or my sisters and friends will think of my divorce right after my wedding. How I am ever be able to explain it to anyone?

I don't know when I give in to sleep but I woke up feeling everything lightweight and fell from the bed but hold it tighter. We were landing I knew this much for now.

"Oh my god!" I cried out but find a man coming into the room. It was the same man who was reading the magazine and before I could say anything I found myself wrapped in his arms.

"You are safe, Mrs. Lucca. We are only landing." I had my eyes closed while I prayed hard for my life.

I swear I had my heart in my throat when we got out. I found Matteo and the woman getting out of their seats gracefully without a care in the world. His eyes stopped briefly at me and were fixed at the hand that his man had on my waist. I find the hand gone in an instant and find a smile on Matteo's mouth.

"I trust you, Peter." Matteo chuckled shaking his head in amusement before heading out. His undone buttons and that woman's hair made my throat stuff.

Don't, don't, don't, don't Julie. There can't be anything going on…or he loves her and she is his lover? I wonder,

No, Mr. Lucca can't be this heartless to not let Matteo marry the woman he loves…you are overthinking Julie. And,…what was so special about me that he would stop his son to marry the woman he loved and chose me? Mr. Lucca told me that he was choosing the bride because his son doesn't have time to find one for him.

I had my feet numb when I walked down the plane but found his car already leaving with that woman. I stared at his car going away walking beside the person named Peter.

On the way I found Matteo's car going ahead of ours and wonder what awaits me. It was as if he was preparing me for separation talk. I wonder what I was supposed to tell Mr. Lucca if that happens.

I groaned holding my head in my hands and ended up staring at my dress. Sarah liked this dress. A smile played at my mouth. I miss them. In this time of utter loneliness, I knew I will walk back to them. They…are the only definition of the family I have…I…I love them and I can't stop it…I don't know what else to do if I won't care about them. Bring it on, Mr. Lucca. I have a family to turn to. I know that my family can be very judgemental about this divorce but I can't care anymore. You Matteo? You don't…don't matter at all.

I hope he is kind enough to arrange my trip back after the separation. This was my thought when I noticed the car getting into a huge iron gate. A gigantic lawn surrounded the paved path and I could see more trees in distance but all were kept neatly. It was late in the night but the place was all bright with L.E.D lights everywhere.

A huge castle-like mansion stood with its large windows. Everything was screaming wealth but my eyes got on a beautiful fountain that was made with white stone and was shining to perfection. On focusing, I noticed a statue of a woman standing in between the fountain. She was naked and had a snake around her neck and shoulders. What made my throat dry was the fact that the snake was real. The car ahead of us stopped at the door and mine was pulled right behind.

I walked out of the car to only look up to notice the place. The door was long but was already open. I saw my husband getting in. To my relief, that woman went to the right of the mansion and didn't get in. I followed him but found him going away totally ignoring me.

I noticed another man standing with a grim expression. He was bald and seemed to be around his fifties. Running after Matteo didn't feel like a necessity and I take in the décor. On my left, there was a huge round sofa at some distance. It had the view of the outside that seemed like a gigantic patio before the lawn. On my right, there was a sitting area too. I didn't notice a single wall without any artwork mostly with women drowned in colors or simply the colors. I walked slowly to notice another set of expensive sofa. I went in a different direction from my husband to only get to another part of the house that was again set with more sofas with only the difference that it was a little dark here. I noticed a piano with an in-home bar in which a blonde woman was sitting wearing something anyone would call inappropriate.

My presence alerted her and she noticed my dress more than me. "Hello," I greeted but she got busy on her cell phone again. I totally need to get rid of this dress.

I walked back from where I came and get to that person who doesn't seem welcoming. "Hello, can you tell me where Mr. Lucca's room is?" I don't know I just wanted him to look at my dress and assume that I am Mr. Lucca's bride already.

"He hasn't called for you." I got my brows up.

"I am Mrs. Lucca. This…" I pointed at my dress. "…isn't for a costume party I promise," I smiled hoping he would tell me.

This got me his chuckle before he added, "Just follow the way he took. You will find a set of stairs. Take those stairs. The wing has only one room. The one you are looking for. And,…don't talk without his permission."

It was the very same thing he told me. What was with not talking without permission? Is he a king? Even the king with this attitude lost their fortune. "Thank you," I smiled again and he offered me a very calculated nod.

I walked ahead to the right of the home and took the stairs. The place had a small living area and a bar again with a woman wearing something that wasn't enough to cover her cleavage. This bar was larger and had sofas with a poll standing. My staring got me that woman's arched brow and I couldn't help but notice her very loud makeup. I passed the area to notice a billiard table and a study area ahead. I couldn't take out these two girls from my thoughts for some reason. I walked ahead and took three stairs down. The place had a grand door ahead and even this small space was again comforted with sofas but had two large windows on each side.

I took a long breath before getting in. The white carpet was thick and had a classic pattern. I noticed a tux, shirt, and pants discarded not so far from the bed. Space smelled like his perfume. I blinked realizing where I was standing. I was in my husband's bedroom.

The bed was huge and had red covers with white sheets underneath. I walked looking at his discarded clothing and sat on the bed. I took off my heels groaning. I liked how this carpet felt under my now swollen feet. The trails of his discarded clothing told me that it was the bathroom. I waited for about five minutes before I planned to look for something to wear. Of course, I didn't want him to find me sitting on his bed when he comes in. Plus, sitting on this bed seemed so wrong. I walked to the windows and it seems good to have some fresh air.

How long he is going to take? I don't think I should get into his closet without his permission. I wonder but enjoyed looking at his lawn that was indeed a work of art. My eyes grew looking at a hedge maze. It was indeed so vast and complex but from his window, one could see every corner of the maze. I sighed and turned to look at the glass door but bit my inner cheek looking at his closet.

I walked to his closet and slid the door to notice a spacious closet where everything was placed neatly. It wasn't hard for me to locate his t-shirts. In fact, I was sure it was made for things to be located with only a single glance. There was a huge case standing showing his wristwatches. Looking at his place I was sure they were expensive. There wasn't a single feminine thing and that only supported he didn't have any girlfriend.

I don't know why I smiled recalling all the times when I was actually thinking to support this person and live a family with him. And, what if he stays? A thought knocked but I shook my head. I inhaled recalling his perfect and curious eyes. "We are not nourishing that voice at any cost," I told my brain and heart at the same time. I took out a black t-shirt and sighed when I unhooked my dress making it a little loose around my waist. What a relief!

"You?" I heard and turn but gasped before tripping and fell over my back. He was standing naked and had a towel in his hand. He didn't attempt to hide anything and I got my gaze lowered before crying out.

"I am so sorry! I am sorry! I should have not." I turn my face to my left and got up to run past him but find my arm pulled to him.

"I…I wanted to…change," I explained without looking at him. His black t-shirt in my hands was proof.

"Shut up," He hissed and jerked me to him while I felt his grip getting tighter around my arm. I don't know why I couldn't gather myself when I had to look at him. His eyes had fury. It was apparent that he was pissed at something and his wild state was only making me breathless even more. I closed my eyes recalling how he looked like.

I felt his hot breaths on my face and a cold shiver ran through my body making goosebumps all over my body. I firmly held my dress to my chest that was a little loose on me now. He was the one naked but I felt more vulnerable. I tried to take my arm back but he didn't seem to let go.

"What?..." I barely whispered but really wanted him to come back into his senses. I gasped when I got plastered to the wall behind with his tongue sliding with mine. It was so different than the one he offered me at our wedding. He was rubbing his body over mine the very next moment and I couldn't help but shiver before I jumped and jerked away. I finally managed to walk out of his closet.

I only took three steps away before I stopped to take my breathing to normal. I was heaving with audible gasps while I still could feel what I felt of him on my belly. How dare him? I closed my eyes momentarily to only find the room drowned in the blue light now. I could feel him coming closer and shut my eyes feeling a hand wrapping around my waist. Not a second later I felt his body at my back.

My lips were trembling and my legs were weak. I wanted to shout but held back. I don't know why I felt so bothered. I swear I couldn't recognize the way my body was acting out. I hated it. I hated being so out of control.

It's the first time some man has touched you. Shut up, I need to get out of here. I…I knew I need to get out of here this very moment. My adrenaline rushed body was ready to run thousands of miles away. I held his arm to push him away but heaved when he pulled him in.

"Thank you…" He whispered in my ear making me raise my shoulder. "…I almost forgot it is our wedding night." And, I swear everything stopped.

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