Welcome To Your New Home

A kiss that was supposed to be short and sweet, became long and passionate. And it made the guests hoot and holler at the newlywed. Lola had to cooperate. She had to go with the flow. She had to kiss Max with the same energy he used to kiss her. 

She had to be the perfect bride for the camera. 

And it left her needy. 

On their ride to Max's home, she shot him many glares as she couldn't speak out her mind about what he did at the altar. They had a driver, someone who didn't know about the real deal of this marriage. So she held in her remarks till they arrived at his home. 

Max tried to engage in small talk, not wanting to dwell on why he couldn't bring himself to stop kissing her back at the wedding hall. They were soulmates. He expected some sort of deep connection. But he was not expecting being drawn to her this much. It was sweetly exhilarating. 

He craved more. 

So to distract himself, he asked Lola a question, "Ethan took your brother back to the hospital. He has a better room now. I hope you were able to spend a bit of time with him?"

"Thank you. And yes, we did. He is starting his chemotherapy sessions tomorrow. I have to be there for him." Lola politely replied, but her annoyance was still boiling in her. 

"You should. We'll create time from your newly developed schedule. You are now a billionaire's wife. Time is no longer a luxury for you. Instead, you have to start using it smartly. But that's a discussion for another time." Max said to her, and she simply nodded with a hum.

She would have loved to argue back that when it comes to James, her brother, she gave no damn about time. If she has to be there the whole day with him, she would. 

For now, she was just going to be his perfect housewife. And that means creating a schedule for her was unnecessary. She should be free to do whatever she wants. But just like he said, it will be a discussion for another time. 

Not now. Not tonight that she was exhausted from all the activities that took place at the wedding. She was introduced to other billionaires and millionaires. She had to keep up with a smile that was too bright, causing her cheeks to hurt her now. She was also introduced to the reporters, and that basically meant, she was introduced to the world. 

It was a daunting thing to think about that many people would be reading blog posts and watching her on TV. The rise from grass to grace was an overnight success, literally. 

"Do you still want dinner for tonight? We could get food on the way." Max asked her, breaking her out of her thinking stupor. 

"There's no need. I'm okay for tonight." Lola answered and redirected her focus to the outside world, the moving cars with headlights turned on, the busy streets and shops, the skyscrapers, the bustling sound and honks of cars. It was a really busy night. And the fast movement of the Rolls Royce that was driving her and Max to his home took all her attention, because the world was moving without giving a damn about the souls in distress. 

Life always goes on. An equal balance of good and bad. And she had to accept it. 

"We're here!" The driver announced as they pulled into a driveway that was long. There were green and well-trimmed garden bushes on each side of the car. They looked so beautiful. Soon the white and grand house was revealed. It wasn't a mansion. But it was a creative architecture that constructed the entire structure of the house. 

It was really grand and beautiful. 

Max had been stealing glances of Lola all the way back. He noticed she was lost in her own world, and decided to leave her be. But when the driver parked the car before his house, he saw the amazement that developed in her hazel orbs. 

It made a proud smile etch on his lips. 

He quickly got down from the car, and made his way around the car to open the door for her like a perfect gentleman. 

"Here, take my hand." He said to Lola as he opened the car door, asking her to grab his hand so he could help her out of the car. And because of her dress, she actually needed a hand. So Lola did hesitate to grab his hand. 

"Thank you," she simply said to him."

"Ralph, you can properly park the car. And drive the smaller one home. It's late for you to be boarding cabs." Max told his driver, and the young man thanked him. 

The moment Lola stepped out of the car, Max smirked and he instantly lifted her up into a bridal style. A shriek left Lola's lip because of the suddenness of carrying her. 

"Max." She shouted. 

"You've gotta keep up with the act, my wife." Max whispered into her ear with a small chuckle that made her pinch his back through his expensive suit. 

"At least, give me heads up." Lola complained. 

"I wanted it to look natural." Max argued back, making Lola shake her head. But she remained still in his hands as Max began to approach the front door of his home. 

Her heart started to thump wildly, she blamed it on her flaring nerves. "Are your maids home?" She asked Max. 

But finding it amusing to tease her and keep her in a little suspense, Max didn't reply to her immediately. Not until he used his facial I D to unlock the front door, and stepped inside with Lola still in his arms, firmly held up. 

Then he answered her question once the door locked behind him, "I don't have maids. I don't trust anyone to live with me. Except you, my new wife. So we are all alone." His answer shocked Lola, and before she could react to his answer, Max said, 

"Welcome to your new home, Mrs Donovan. The latest billionaire's wife in town."