Chapter 5
He left without looking back.
He couldn't control himself; just a whiff of her scent was enough to set him off. Her full plump lips, which were innocently teasing him to have a taste, were imprinted in his memory. Had it been he had tasted, he wouldn't be able to control himself-the last strain of sanity would leave him.
Her eyelashes fanned her face as her expectant lips were calling him to her like a siren. He shook his head as he clenched his fist and left, which elicited a shocked gasp and murmur from the crowd.
He walked in a long stride, unbuttoning his suit, and threw it away without knowing where it landed. He needed to cool off because the unfathomable heat and need he felt were making him crazy.
His heart was beating loudly as blood was rushing down to his groin at a faster rate.
He went to his car at the underground garage and ignited it to life before zooming off to any nearest bar he could find to quench the heat he was feeling.
His body never behaved like this to anyone.
Just her picture made him masturbate, and her lips made him want to release a caged beast in him that he didn't know existed.
He took out his phone and dialled his best friend's number. He couldn't call his mother because he knew she would be angry and sad.
He opened two buttons of his shirt, tugged the tie away from his neck, and threw it to the back seats. He uncuffed his cufflinks and rolled the long sleeves to his elbow, running his hand through his hair as he waited for his friend to answer his call.
He agitated, drumming his fingers on the steering; he fixed the Bluetooth firmly on his ear as he continued to speed up with his left hand.
"What the hell was that leaving your bride out there?!" his friend screamed at him, which made him cringe.
"I know," he agreed.
"You better know!" His friend reprimanded him.
"I'm sorry."
"You left the girl out there by herself even if she's not the girl you want—" his friend paused a little, "she's on the verge of crying; she looked so lost and scared," his friend added softly while Nathaniel gripped the rim of the steering tightly, he could feel his nails scraping the leather.
He breathed in and out softly, shutting his eyes, trying to contain his anger, "take her home," he said, ready to hang up before he heard his friend's concerned voice.
"What you did today would bring many questions about your wedding on tomorrow's tabloid."
"I know," he responded and hung up.
Angelina had always dreamed of her wedding to be a perfect wedding, where she would be married to the man of her life in her father's backyard with her family and her husband's family.
Just a small wedding yet extravagant where she would be the happiest and luckiest girl on earth, but all was her fairy tale.
She got married extravagantly but not to the man who stole and had the key to her heart but to a stranger, which she only meant as a substitute.
She agreed to the wedding not because the man she was to marry or the man she married was rich but because she was a person who couldn't say no to someone's request. She found it hard that people used that to bully her or belittle her. Just a distressed face, she succumbed to anyone's request. And more also, she got free rent and food, which would allow her to have more money.
She was on the brink of tears with the crowd murmurs and the paparazzi flashlights. Her body was trembling with fear; she was scared. She had never faced a crowd like this. Whispers continued to flow as the crowd depreciated one after the other.
As the groom left the occasion, the groom's mother and father ran after him for an explanation, but they couldn't reach him before he zoomed off.
"Why did you think he left?" the groom's father asked his wife, who was red in anger.
"How dare that little boy leave the girl!" the woman bellowed angrily as her small petite figure shook. "He thinks that he could do anything he wanted because he is our only son!" she seethed, "I'm going to disown him—" then interrupted her with a wave of his hand.
"Sweetie," he called softly, patting her shoulder, "He's still a kid; we can't just —" he tried to cajole her as she glared at him.
"A kid?" Jasmine asked sarcastically, "A twenty-six-year-old man is a kid?" She emphasised the word 'kid' while her husband smiled sheepishly.
"Let's just go check the girl," he changed the subject as he saw his wife's eyes widen in mortification.
"Oh my, oh my!" she exclaimed, "we left the poor girl alone," she ran as her husband followed her suit.
Angelina was a meek girl and never voiced her displeasure to anyone except her father and Belle.
She was hurt although the wedding was a fake one and there was nothing between them. He was supposed to wait and respect her, but he left her to the lions to devour.
She didn't open her veil because of the judgmental eyes and hushed voices. Her lips trembled as she bit her lips to stop her from crying.
She was nudged by a man who wore a tuxedo that matched his jet-black hair. He was tall and built but not like the groom. He smiled softly at her before ushering her to move away from the altar. She left her supposed to be thrown flower on the table and followed him to wherever he was taking her, and she was grateful for it.
"Don't fret about him; he was just bitter because his fiance left him," he assured her in a soft tone.
Worry! she thought sarcastically as she held the wedding gown tightly. Even though it was fake, he should at least be a gentleman and wait! She screamed internally.
They walked for a short distance before the man stopped making her automatically stop behind the man, "Stay here; let me bring the car," he smiled and left her standing outside. She rubbed her shoulder to keep her warm as the November breeze made her shiver in her armless gown.
The car roared to life as the gentleman parked at her front; he opened the door and went out, offing his suit only to wrap it around her.
"Sorry for that," he said, "I hope that can keep you warm till I get you home," she nodded in understanding.
She hugged the suit tightly, feeling warm, he opened the back seat for her, and she entered, closing the door gently before walking to the driver seat.
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Chapter 6 Nathaniel's friend kept staring at the timid lady who was hugging his suit tightly to stop the shivering, and he lowered the temperature of his car to make her comfortable. He looked at the lady that was in deep thought and unaware of her environment. He sighed and shook his head, and his friend was a dumbass. "I'm Nicholas by name, but family calls me Nick, and you can call me that because you are now my sister-in-law," he winked at her through the rear mirror, and she smiled shyly at him then turned away to look at the scene passing on the street as the car was moving. He raised his brow, waiting for her to tell her name even when he had, "Won't you tell this gentleman who introduced himself your name?" "Oh?" she said in a question before rubbing her hands together, "I'm Angelina." "No shorten?" he asked while she nodded. "Well, I'll give you one," he hummed, dancing with his head as he drummed his fingers on the steering. "Lina," he chirped. She smiled softly at h
Chapter 10 The sound of alarming blaring woke a tired Nathaniel from sleep. After hearing Angelina's conversation yesterday with her father, he wished to comfort her. Still, he didn't know how to go about it without making it awkward or like he was eavesdropping. Well, he was eavesdropping, though. He cringed mentally when he thought of how he would look had it been he was caught eavesdropping. His heart broke for what she had passed through, and he promised to make her forget her bad memories, but the big question was how?! Another difference between his wife and his ex was that Clara talked out what she felt, and he supported everything without missing a bit, but how would he understand her if she didn't voice out? He was terrible at understanding females generally. He gripped his hair embarrassingly, getting up from his bed stark naked and wobbly. He shook his head and inhaled deeply as his morning member rose. He entered the bathroom not after swinging all the mess he made on t
Chapter 8 Angelina stood frozen at the doorstep shockingly, with her mouth agape at what Nathaniel did, pecking her cheeks. She could believe the man who left her today at the altar kissed her cheek even though it was a thing to him, but it meant a lot to her. She rushed inside, closing the door behind her with a loud bang as her face was beet red. She ran to the open bathroom and stared at her red face in the mirror, looking at the girl with an oval-shaped face and well-kept wavy hair while her grey eyes stood out from her brown skin. Her nose ring shone on her pointed nose. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips on her cheek. She opened the tap quickly, splashing the cold water rushing out on her face to stop her thudding heart from thinking of another meaning to the simple act. It's just a simple act! she scolded herself. She was palming her cheeks embarrassedly. She stared at herself again, removing her bangles and leg chains and putting them on the washing basin.
Chapter 9 Angelina's eyes momentarily flew open when he left abruptly as her gown slipped down her body, leaving her in the white lingerie she was given to wear today. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she was embarrassed for expecting more. She didn't understand why she was hurt by his action because she didn't have any feelings for him. Maybe like him, though, but one can't like a person you just met, she thought bitterly as her phone flashed her dad's name on the screen; she sniffed while wiping her running nose. She swiped it to the green side and held the phone to her left ear, and was greeted by her dad's cheerful voice. "Hello Adenike Mi,'' She smiled, feeling nostalgic at her father's voice. Had it been, she was at home with her father, her father would have cooked her favourite food, which was pounded yam and egusi (melon soup) for her. After eating, her father said she should walk with him outside under the drumstick tree in front of their house. They would sit on the perma
Chapter 10 The sound of alarming blaring woke a tired Nathaniel from sleep. After hearing Angelina's conversation yesterday with her father, he wished to comfort her. Still, he didn't know how to go about it without making it awkward or like he was eavesdropping. Well, he was eavesdropping, though. He cringed mentally when he thought of how he would look had it been he was caught eavesdropping. His heart broke for what she had passed through, and he promised to make her forget her bad memories, but the big question was how?! Another difference between his wife and his ex was that Clara talked out what she felt, and he supported everything without missing a bit, but how would he understand her if she didn't voice out? He was terrible at understanding females generally. He gripped his hair embarrassingly, getting up from his bed stark naked and wobbly. He shook his head and inhaled deeply as his morning member rose. He entered the bathroom not after swinging all the mess he made on t
Chapter 11 He didn't miss the shock expressions of his workers when he left but he decided to brush it off, shrugging it away and driving off to work. Nathaniel Hugh, a young bachelor who recently got married and the successor of a large company by his family which was Pearl Inc. The company was one of the largest selling soap and body products in the state. It had many branches across the world. It was his grandfather who built the empire before it was passed to his father then to him and being the only child, made him the sole heir of the company. Under his grandfather and father's time in company, the business was going fairly but since when Nathaniel was handover the company when he was twenty years old, he made the company to the top without any big competition while others company in soap and skin business followed his company's footsteps,waiting for the opportunity to struck and
Chapter 12 At the front page of the newspaper, the picture of his back leaving the altar which he regretted of doing that was broad at a side with the headlines, "BILLIONAIRE DOLLARS NATHANIEL HUGH LEFT HIS WIFE AT THE ALTAR". The sentence was bold on the front page as he skimmed through it before he stopped at the last test, "Did they really do fake wedding as people whispered or…?" a big question mark was pasted at the head. He threw the paper away in a fit of anger as he felt anger rushed through his vein and shouted ordered ar his startled PA, "Who the fuck publish this absurdly" he yelled, clenching his fist while his PA gulped nervously, rubbing his long arm, his boss was always calm and collected but this news had made him piss of. No, but totally pissed off. "I believe it is Mr Maxwell's company" he responded slowly. H
Chapter 13 Angelina tossed round the bed, inhaling the homy scent hungrily, feeling her muscles relaxing. When was the last time I had a good night sleep and when did my crappy bed change to this, she thought. Tossing around while releasing a loud yawn, closing and opening her mouth, making a sound like she was eating.The reflection of sunlight through the opening penetrated the side of her face and she used the spare pillow her hand could reach and covered her face. She waved her hand dismissively, "Bella, switch off the bulb" she whined, grumbled incoherent words under her breath. The two maids who had entered the room earlier to check whether their lady was awake or not, stifled the laughter that wanted to escape because of her childlike behavior. A word to describe her was adorable. The first thing they did when they entered were to o