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Ian Kingsley
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This girl was bipolar. One moment she was pouting at me like a child whose candy has just been stolen and the next she was smiling like I am a fucking Greek god.
And damn stubborn too. I mean, if I did not answer her question in the first time, she should just understand that I am not in the mood to do some chit-chat!
And don't forget to say beautiful. My subconscious reminded me and I mentally rolled me eyes at it.
Well, she is beautiful. The way her dress was fitting her curves, the smile she had on her lips, her way of talking... is different from every girl I have ever met.
And that all combines to a beautiful, bipolar and damn stubborn gold-digger. What? She is a gold-digger!
I noticed the way she was gawking at every expensive thing. Whether it was the ring, whether it was the decoration of the church, or the cake and even the jet. Only a gold digger would do that!
Wait.
I think I forgot to mention one thing.
Her acting. She should win Oscar for her amazing acting skills.
Honestly, she is a pretty damn good actor. The way she was fucking smiling at my mom, and then asking about her health, as if she actually care. I can't believe that mom gave her the permission to call her 'mom.' Maybe my mom did not notice it, but I did not forget to notice how she was buttering up my mom.
And her table manners... are like, wow! Can you believe that her mouth was stuffed with cupcakes when I approached her! Like, many people were looking at her! Which bride sits with stuffed mouth on her wedding?!
Give me a fucking break!
I was staring at her the whole time, but it did not stop her from acting like a damn manner less woman .
I glanced at her, who was just heading towards the bedroom. She looked pretty damn beautiful in that white dress. When James told me that she was looking like a queen in the wedding dress they both had chosen... I was not expecting this. She was not looking like a queen, she was looking like a fucking angel who has just arrived from heaven.
When she entered the hall, I was practically staring at her, until James cleared his throat and took me back to earth.
Atleast she has some fashion sense in that stupid and stubborn mind of hers.
Anyways, we both were flying to Paris. For our 'honeymoon.'
After I told my mom that I am going to marry Amy, she was beyond excited. I thought that she was happy, but that was not it! And then she told me to take her to honeymoon too!
I was so shocked to hear that. And then I told her the first thing that came into my mind. That I had already planned to take her Paris.
But this was not the truth. I am a businessman. I have a lot more important things to do than going on honeymoons with some gold-digger.
Actually, I was on a business trip. We had a deal with Marshell Enterprises a few weeks ago, and I had to visit here to finalize the deal. So I thought, why not take my beautiful wife with me?
Note the sarcasm.
"Oh My God!" Someone shouted as I took a seat, and I already knew whose voice was that. My beautiful wife!
Let her deal with this herself, whatever it is.
I laid my head back on the couch just as another scream was heard. What the fuck is happening there?
I sighed and walked towards her room, surprisingly, the door was open, I frowned and glanced at her room... and I was not expecting what I saw...
She was pacing around the room, shaking her head and her hands were joined together. She was... nervous about something?
"What to do?" She whispered to herself while staring outside the window and then I realised that she still haven't seen me.
And I don't know why... But this devilish thought came to my mind, why not take the advantage of the situation?
I quietly slipped inside the room and hid beside the bed where she could not notice me, but I was able to see and hear her clearly.
"What do I do now?" She said again and I frowned at myself. What to do what? Don't fucking tell me she is regretting the marriage. Not that I am loving it myself... But I cannot afford to put my mom's health into danger...
"Should I tell Ian?" Okay. So this involves me. Interesting. Now I have to know what this shit is about.
"Oh god, Amy. Why would you have to forget your clothes." She ran a frustrated hand on her face and I bit back a laugh.
Forget her clothes? So she does not know...
"Forget your clothes?" Hearing my voice, she turned around in my direction as I got up from my hiding place.
And then she gasped.
And screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Until I had to cover my ears.
Damn her mouth!!
"I-Ian?!" She finally spoke and I looked around to see her standing at the corner which was far away from mine.
"You forgot your clothes?" I ignored her and took a step towards her.
"Wh-What are you doing here?"
"This is my jet." I crossed my arms.
She stared at me and then cleared her throat, looking anywhere but me.
"You forgot your clothes?" I repeated myself as she shut her eyes tightly before nodding her head.
I sighed and moved towards her. Seeing me, she gasped and streched out her arm.
The actual fucking hell?
"Look, stay away. I-I don't need your clothes. I will just stay in this dress and then buy something in Paris. And if you don't want, I will even wear this dress in Paris too. But just-" She audibly gasped as I crossed her, leaving her alone with her bullshit.
I glanced at her as she face palmed herself. I bit back a laugh.
What was my wife expecting?!
That I will give her my clothes?! Oh damn.
Talk about second hand embarrassment.
I moved towards the suitcase that was placed in a corner and took it before heading towards her as she stared at me.
"These... are your clothes." She frowned before glancing at the bag and to me.
"I told my maid to bring them for you." I nodded at her.
She nodded and smiled afterwards...
"Thank you." She smiled and then the silence began to speak up...
I glanced over to her as she smiled... And her smile was... absolutely breathtaking.
Her dimples were so cute and the way her smile reached her eyes was the most beautiful thing....
Stop drooling!
I cleared my throat and leaved her there, embarrassed at myself.
And then I thought as I took my seat.
In the plane... I saw her amazing smile for the first time.
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Talk about Second hand embarrassment.
That was what I feeling when he crossed me to take the bag.
What the hell was I thinking?
That he will trap me between him and the wall, and then whisper in my ear, 'you can wear my clothes?!'
Stupid me! Asshole he!
I ran down a frustrated hand on my face and then my eyes went to the bag. He told that he bought me clothes...
I opened it and damn... There were so many beautiful dresses.
To say, I got a hard time choosing what to wear, but finally I decided to go with a blue floral dress.
After changing, I went back to where we were sitting, and I stopped as I stared at the view in front of me.
Mr. Ian Kingsley.... Was smiling?!
He was freaking smiling!
My dear husband smiles!
Wow.
He was talking at phone with someone, maybe his mom and his smile was... adorable.
The way he smiled that his eyes became small and the way he had only one dimple on his right cheek...
Wow.
I wonder why he does not smile often with a smile like his.
Noticing that he was staring back at me, I cleared my throat and went back to the couch.
I have had enough embarassment for a day.
And then my mind began to wonder about his smile...
And then I thought that...
In the plane... I saw his most beautiful smile for the first time.
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