CHAPTER 2

(Mae's POV)

Saturday

It was the day of the wedding. There are only a few guests and the entire hall was rented by Jayce's family. The hall was big enough to hold 500 people, but this is a private ceremony so there were roughly a hundred people.

"Smile," Freya told me as a photographer took pictures of us. Everyone seemed to be having fun.

I wanted to run away at this point. The wedding would begin in a few minutes and I felt my hands turn cold. People keep on congratulating me and Jayce. He was already socializing with his friends. I tried my best to smile and look happy. I met new people as well and made small talks with them.

A few minutes later, the city mayor arrived and proceeded with the wedding. Jayce and I gave our vows and signed the marriage contract. Everyone cheered.

When they asked for the kiss, I froze. KISS?!

DEVIL'S KISS?!

I looked at Jayce and he just smiled, he held my chin and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

I was shocked but no one seemed to notice because everyone was clapping for us. I wasn't in the mood so I sat down and drank wine.

"Shall we dance?" Jayce asked when he got near me. He was offering his hand, I looked around and saw Freya eyeing me. I gave a sigh and accepted his offer.

As we were dancing, we smiled at the people congratulating us and thanked them. When we got into the centre of the hall, Jayce pulled me closer to him.

I looked at him, and he whispered on my ear.

"Are you tired? Are you okay?" he asked, somewhat concerned.

"I'm fine," I answered monotonously. Jayce held my hand tighter.

The song turned into a slow song so we danced in a slow-paced manner, I think he noticed how tired I looked beneath the make-up because, without warning, he grabbed me in the waist and swept me off my feet.

I was surprised that I held on to his neck.

The guests were surprised!

I was surprised!

"Put me down, Jayce!" I said in a panicking voice.

"I'm your husband, don't newlyweds do this?" he playfully replied.

"Aish~~" I squirmed but he held me tighter as he walked me into our table.

"Stop moving or I'll kiss you," he threatened and looked at me. I didn't dare move a muscle. "Good girl," he smirked. I scoffed at what he said.

Onlookers were giggling. Oh these people, if only they knew.

Jayce, put me down only when we got into our table, he then called the waiter to prepare something and the waiter obliged. The waiter came back with a platter of fruits.

"You should eat," Jayce said and as he tried to feed me with fruits.

"I can eat on my own," I replied but he insisted.

"Just open your mouth," he said and placed a sliced apple on my mouth. I felt weird with this gesture so I got a fork and fed him with fruits as well.

The guests were in an uproar. Ugh! Why are they so tickled with this fake romance?!

The party went on for another three hours, the guests were sharing business moments and gave gifts to us. It was tiring.

"Let's go," Jayce said and stood up. "Unfortunately, my wife is tired and wants to rest. We'll take our leave. You guys enjoy the rest of the night." he addressed everyone and turned to me. He nodded signalling that we're leaving. I just bowed down to the crowd and they once again cheered as we exited the hall.

As we got into his car, I felt relief, faking excitement and happiness is exhausting. I looked at him and he looked at me.

"You okay?" he asked me. I just nodded and looked out the window.

"Was I right?" I asked.

"Hmm?" he looked at me confused.

"Was I right when I said you married me because my father couldn't pay up?" I said in a disappointing tone. He just looked at me, trying to read my expression, but all he could see was tiredness and disappointment

"I'll tell you when we get to our destination," he replied. "You should rest."

I didn't have the energy to push through my curiosity so I just sat quietly beside him.

I wasn't sure but when I woke up, I was already on a plane. A f*cking plane!!!

I suddenly jolted making me fall on the floor.

Jayce looked at me surprised.

"You okay?" he asked.

"This is the nth time you asked if I'm okay," I replied irritatingly.

"Well, this is the nth time something stupid happen to you," he snapped back at me.

I looked at him annoyed and just sat down.

"Where are we going anyway?" I asked.

"Well, we just got married, so..." he didn't even continue his sentence and just shrugged.

I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.

"How long was I asleep?!" I suddenly asked. Jayce got surprised he spilt his wine on his shirt and coat.

"WHAT?!" He asked, his voice seemed annoyed as he stood up and removed his coat and his shirt.

I gulped when I saw his chiselled abs. He looked at me, still in my wedding dress and went closer.

Oh dear, please tell me we're not doing 'it' here. He cornered me with his face inches away from mine. My heart was beating so fast I can hear it. He looked at me sternly and I tried not to blink or look at his body.

He smirked and turned around like nothing happened.

"You were asleep for three hours," he casually said and opened a compartment in the plane, he brought out a shirt and put them on,

Realizing that he said 'three hours' I immediately got up. "Crap!" I blurted.

"WHAT NOW?!" his annoyance was too obvious.

"Can I borrow your phone? Is it connected to the plane's wifi?" I asked. He nodded and gave me his phone. I thanked him and immediately opened my email. I quickly messaged my friend who is my partner in designing houses, apologizing that I didn't send the designs on time.

Jayce looked at me, still wearing my wedding dress.

"You better get changed," he said as I was frantically sending a message to my partner. I just kept on nodding.

I think he got more annoyed at me so he called one of the flight attendants to get my luggage and hand it to me.

"Get changed now or I'll rip that wedding dress off you," he threatened.

I looked at him and looked at my dress. I felt my cheeks get hot so I quickly turned around and went to change at the back of the plane. I didn't bring a lot of clothes so I just wore a sheer sundress.

When I got back, he was back at reading papers. I handed his phone back to him and sat down.

"So Mrs Conde. What shall we do tonight?" he asked.