Episode 3

OLIVIA

The second we were behind closed doors, the entire atmosphere became thick.

"How dare you?!" he spoke with a high tone as he approached me. "Why did you embarrass me back there?" 

I looked up at him. 

‘'What do you mean? I was just as embarrassed as you are.’'

‘'Cut the crap! You knew exactly what you were doing. You both did.'’ he shouted." Tell me something, is this some sick joke you both cooked up to humiliate me on National TV?'’ My eyes widened, as I stared at him. 

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I walk towards the bed as I begin to take off my shoes. 

"He insulted our marriage, and you had the nerve to flirt with him?"

"Flirt with him? I did no such thing.’'

"Don't play me for a fool Olivia. I saw the way you looked at him. The way you let him touch you."

"You're crazy!"

"Are you planning to sleep with him again?"

 I stopped in my tracks. A sense of dread washed over me as the memory set in. I felt a tear almost sliding down but I held my ground. "I don't care what you believe. But you have to know that I respect my family and our contract. I'm not going to freaking sleep with him."

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He was speechless. For the first time, I made Galen dumbfounded. 

"I'm not going to lose my company because you want a few seconds of fun with Ashern."

The palm of my hand collided with his face before he had anything left to say. He looked at me with harsh eyes as he got in my face. I held up my hand to slap him again, but he caught it. I could feel myself wanting to cry. Hiis minty breath brushed against my mouth as I looked at him. our bodies were almost mounted against each other. 

"Let me go right now!’ I mumbled, trying to free my hand. ‘Let me fucking go, Galen!"

"I don’t like it when you use curse words.’ 

"I don’t care.’ I let out but he brought his finger over my mouth and he stuck his dumb into it. "This pretty mouth isn't made for such brutal words." His whisper only made my needs worse. 

Before I knew it, his mouth was mounted on mine in a kiss that brought fire to my body. His kisses were just like I remember them - venomous, like something that could kill me and bring me back to life. His hand wrapped around my waist, as he pulled me close, against his body. The heat from his body crashed against mine, building this need between my legs. I took his hand and guided it down my pussy. 

We cut the kiss shot before he looked into my eyes. 

"We can’t." I let out, even though my body was speaking for me. His fingers played circles over my covered vagina. His touch was like fire. 

"We can’t." He repeated after me, making it feel like a twig snapping in my head. 

My chest heaved up and down as I looked at him. I pushed him away in an instance. His smile was mischievous and filled with victory. 

I hated him.

And he hated me. 

"I'm going to take a shower. I'll be down for the Gala in an hour."

"Take your time. We don't have to arrive early for that one." he walked out before I could say anything else. 

I was left thinking about our kiss, and those short moments of passion we had shared with each other. 

When I jumped into the shower, I did my best to hurry up. 

I wasn't one to arrive late for anything. 

I opted for taking a cold shower, dependent on how my body was feeling. I tried my best not to think about his hands while I touched myself. My skin was like a furnace. He had an effect on me and I hated that. I got dressed in the fancy dress my mother had picked out for me. This was the second gala we would be attending as husband and wife. It was also the third public appearing we would be doing ever since we got married. 

Our families had arranged it all. 

The perfect rules. 

All we had to do was, play along…

But, would we do it right?

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Galen’s POV

My wife is insufferable. 

I haven't even stayed with her for more than a week and it has been a disaster. I want nothing to do with her. I hate her, but why do I want to touch her again with a question mark to kiss her again? Why do I want to test her pussy, and to feel her juices running against my mouth? I want to sync my dick inside her and watch the way her body shakes with pleasure. fuck! 

Why am I having such thoughts about the woman I hate? 

"Sir," Thomas came up to me, "Your limo is ready." 

As if immediately, Olivia appeared from the top of the stairs, dressed in a beautiful white gown that made her look like a pair of swans banded together. She was breathtaking and I couldn't peel my eyes away from her. She walked down the stairs while her eyes were fixed on me. 

I forgot that I was talking to Thomas. 

"I'm ready." Olivia said with a smile. "Galen?" I snapped out of the trance. I straightened my suit as I stretched my hand to her. 

"Let's go before we get late." I said and to which she nodded. 

We walked to the limo and proceeded to head to where the gala was held. It was an uncomfortable ride in the back seat, but I was used to discomfort. On our arrival, there was a crowd of paparazzi waiting for us, taking pictures before we even had the chance to park the car. 

I noticed Olivia taking a deep breath. 

Opening the door for her, and acting like a gentleman, I took her hand. A tonne of questions were immediately fired at us from the Paparazzi as various photos were taken. 

This was the part I hated the most. 

Acting happy. 

Olivia waved her hand as she smiled. 

"Is it true that you two have already picked out future baby names? One of them asked. 

"Do you have any plans for a family?" 

"How are you getting along with each other's families?"

"Why are you yet to make an official statement concerning the allegations made against you during the interview?"

Questions sprung up like a competition. 

"Mr Galen, is it true that your wife, Olivia, made the first move on you?"

One could barely give an answer before the next question was drawn. They were like a swarm of bees that were angry at something. However, the next question seemed to throw us off guard. The crowd had silenced for a short moment before the voice of one paparazzi sprang up.

"Is it true that your wife was the love of your life in highschool until she slept with your best friend?"

Everyone looked up at us, waiting for an answer!