8: Hilarious Honeymoon

Alessia's POV 

Somehow, I was feeling odd about the same marriage I proposed. My nails dug into my palm as I made an effort to hide my agitation. 

We were heading to Rylan's house as the town's newly wedded couple. If we were going to sell our points, we needed to do so much, even inconvenience ourselves. 

"Welcome, Don."

A guard's voice shaped me off my bubbles. From my window, I admired his mansion, scratch that, heaven. 

It was a vast space of land with a grand house made of marbled walls and glass barricades, stationed in the middle. 

"Hold on, Lessi."

He motioned for me to remain in the car as he used the other door once the guard inserted the glide. 

After opening my door, he reached for my hand, as he extended his. I took it and gently stepped out. 

Now getting to see his house without obstruction, I marveled at the luxury and power it exuded. Thousand years old sculptures and portraits coated a fortune even though I was yet to understand why the paintings were too pricey.

Side by side, we walked toward the entrance. 

His staff formed a cluster and rushed out, with an elderly man taking the lead. He had to be the butler. 

"Welcome Don."

He muffled, grinning from ear to ear when he looked at our hands, and me in a wedding dress. 

Rylan exhaled softly. "By morning, I'll do a proper introduction, but for now, this is Alessia, my wife, your Donna." 

Coming from him, it sort of felt surreal. 

They gasped at his revelation as if waiting for their master to debunk the news. The majority of them blushed and nodded with a slight bow. 

"Fix us dinner and stay off my quarters."

Rylan dismissed them and headed for the elevator, but oddly paused. 

"Jack." His tone was a deep groan. 

The butler came running seconds later. 

"What is that trash doing in my house?" 

Mine and the butler's look fell on the Christmas tree at the extreme. 

"Don, it's for the season. We can-"

"Get rid of it." He sighed. "And now." 

With his high cheekbones locking up in a stern look, he advanced into the elevator. Thankfully, technology made his condition bearable. 

Alone in his room, which was on the last floor, I took in every single detail of his flawless bedroom. The king-sized mattress, has dark features, from the marbles to the portraits. It was lovely, but certainly not my taste. 

If I were to stay with him, I'd make sure to paint my room to suit my preference. 

"Why don't you like Christmas?"

"You should focus on why you're here." He blurted out. "Your room is the one right next to mine."

I looked in the direction and around, meeting a strange door. 

"It's a passage to your room, likewise mine." He took off his cufflinks. "Not to worry, I'd only use that for emergencies."

A short relief pulsed through me. 

"After our honeymoon, we may return to using the dining room for the meals, depending on how fond of me you get."

I scoffed. Cocky head. 

"You should go freshen up, will be served in an hour."

Leaving for my room, I secure the locks. The place is equally bland. Luxurious but not giving. For tonight, it will do. 

Collapsing on the soft mattress, I remained motionless for a while. 

The event of earlier replayed in my head. 

How is Ruby fairing? I found myself asking. 

She must really hate me for what I did. 

And my father? I had stung him bitterly, and I hoped it wouldn't cost me so much. 

"Oops!" 

I hissed, seeing that thirty minutes was almost gone. 

Tonight had to be perfect, I would hate to have Rylan mooing like a gecko. 

For now, I needed to get off this bulky wedding dress and get ready. 

The corseted gown was making it difficult for me to just get off it like my normal dress. I needed help to get rid of it. 

"Argh."

Stamping my palm to my face, I was left with the only option, ask Rylan for help since the staff were far off. 

Dragging my feet to his door, I tapped on it a few times. 

Knock. Knock.

"Come in."

Opening it, I ushered myself in and swiftly closed my eyes. 

"Gosh."

Still keeping my eyes closed, I tried not to imagine his nude upper body. He was barechested and only cladded in his bath towel. 

I could hear his light chuckling. 

"What do you want?" 

"Uhm. I need to get off this dress." I mumbled. 

"Stop acting naive and come over." He beckoned. 

Taking deep breaths, I opened my eyes to take all of his masculinity in. 

For the first time, I was seeing him in bright light. His chest was inked with tattoos crawling down his broad chest and along his arm. 

He was- dashing. 

"Take your time."

He smirked, enjoying my helpless display of attraction. 

Ignoring him, I kicked the heavy gown and advanced. 

Taking a closer look, to noticed his wet hair dropped beads of water on his shoulder, as they glided down his chest, in between his breasts, and to his belly button. 

Undying memories of our night at the casino returned in vivid flashes. 

Alessia!

I screamed in my head. 

What the hell was this man doing to me? 

"Turn."

He gave a command, his deep baritone living rent-free in my head. 

Doing as he ordered, I let him undo the lace of the corset. 

His cool hand brushed against my skin, causing me to go rigid, shutting my eyes once more to not run wild. 

"Ah. Rylan."

I shuddered when he ran the tip of his finger down my spine in a straight line. 

Hastily pulling away from him, I packed the bulk of my gown and ran to the safety of my room, plastering my back to the door once I got in. 

In and out, I breathed, holding myself from going crazy with my imagination. 

"You've got twenty minutes, Lessi." 

He whisper-yelled. 

Pushing myself from the doorframe, I got out of the dress and headed into the bathroom. Every spot in his house was grand. So was this seemingly perfect bathroom. 

He was Don Rylan after all. 

Taking a long shower, I let the cool water soothe my skin. Done, I wrapped the bath towel around myself and walked out. 

"Heck."

My empty wardrobe registered in my head. 

Again, subjected to go to the devil for help, I knocked on his door. 

"Ten minutes late, Les-" 

He paused, seeing that I wasn't even ready. 

Allowing his seemingly hungry eyes to roam along my body, I dragged the hem of the towel down, hoping my couchie wasn't out in a grand display. 

"I don't have anything to wear. Can I." I swallowed dryly. "Can I borrow your shirt?" 

"I will have Jackson fix your wardrobe tomorrow."

He wheeled himself to the pile of neat clothes gently folded in his bed. 

I nodded at his words. 

"Here."

He handed me his shirt. 

"Thanks." Hurrying out, I heaved a loud sigh, out of his face once more. 

Not many preparations were to be made, I wore his baggy shirt that barely reached the middle of my thighs. The wedding gown had its cup, so I was also with nothing beneath his shirt. 

Ready, I walked out to meet him, letting my wet hair adorn my shoulders. 

His lips slightly parted when he admired me in his shirt, letting his eyes trace the curve of my teats. 

I cleared my throat, cutting him off his wild hunt. 

"Is dinner served?" 

"After you." 

He motioned towards the balcony, which was rare of a man of his caliber. 

It gave a great view of the artificial lake and nature, of the world at a glance. 

Already, Jackson had fixed the table, setting a delicious three-course meal on the cozy table. 

Settling down on the table, I started with the appetizer, digging into my bowl of grapes and berries. 

"I want to see my father," I demanded, giving him no option to shush it. 

"After our supposed one-week honeymoon, you will see him at my permission." 

I stopped feasting on the wild fruits. 

"Rylan, I need to see my father."

"First, you call me by my name as my relatives would." He reprimanded. "Something like honey, darling, my love-" He paused."

I scoffed and swallowed a grape, almost choking on it. 

"And second, you won't see your father or anyone without my permission."

"Or else?" I dared.

"You don't want to know, Lessi." He drank from his glass of white wine. "Trust me."

Leaving me to groan in my head, he flapped his small towel, slipped a part of it in his shirt, and resumed eating, unbothered.