Chapter 1

ARIANNA

The blaring sound of the car horn shot through my ears in an instant.

Quickly, I stood up from the bed in a bid to arrange the bed and dress the duvet properly.

My heart thumped immensely within me and my regular anxiety began spreading through out my body once more.

One would be wondering why I had become so tensed just by the sound of a car horn. Well any normal married woman in my shoes would be happy knowing that her husband was back home after his daily activities but not me.

His mere name ignited fear in me and him being around caused me immeasurable pain and discomfort.

I was married to the Business tycoon, Lucas Hilton.

He was the CEO of "RED", a multimillion dollar wine company which had sales all around the world.

Any woman would have loved to be known as the wife of Lucas Hilton. He commanded power, wealth and authority any where he went.

But my marriage to this man was not the rainbows and roses that I pictured.

He was initially engaged to Sabrina Riss, an interntional model star and it was a blissful relationship--atleast that was how the media portrayed it.

It seemed so perfect, like nothing could ever go wrong but unfortunately and so suddenly, their engagement got called off and it shook the entire country.

Different rumours had been cooked up in regards to why they broke up but no one could really tell the main reason.

Then word flew that Lucas' parents were in search of a middle classed woman for their son, one whom can bear him an heir to his fortune.

My mother worked as one of the house keepers of the Hilton and well the rest is history.

I was coaxed into marrying him.

I did not want to honestly but my parents and his parents were convinced that I was the right choice for him.

The marraige proposal was made and my parents agreed without a second thought. I was thrown into a hurricane of mixed feelings.

Sadly on our wedding night, Lucas revealed to me that he would never ever love me and I was nothing but a baby machine and a plain Jane. He insulted me and called my family a bunch of gold diggers.

Yet every single day, I would always pray and wish that he came to love me.

Even if it was just a little.

I am willing to make this marraige work out.

But he is not willing to do same.

It has been two years now and we still felt like strangers. We were though. I did not know him fully but I accepted the marraige with the assurance that we would come to know and love each other.

It did not take long before it dawned upon me that it was a very bad idea.

What was I even thinking?

The thought almost made me cry out but I quickly held back my tears when the door to the bedroom flew open and Lucas staggered inside.

"Ari baby.." his speech was slurry and his steps were tottering.

I was perplexed. Lucas had never called me 'baby'. Something is wrong.

"Lucas..is anything the matter..?" I went towards him but the strong scent of alcohol hit my nostrils at once causing my face to become discontorted.

He wreaked of alcohol.

"Lucas you have been drinking" I said in a surprised gasp.

Lucas gave me a charming smile and wrapped an arm around my waist. Even when drunk, he still looked as handsome as ever.

His hair was ruffled up and a few tucked out buttons of his shirt added to his profile which made him look sinful yet so hot.

"Lucas what are you doing?" I let out a shriek in apprehension.

"Calm down baby girl. You are my wife are you not? Can't I touch my wife again?" Lucas lushly said to me, using his free hand to shut the door close.

"Y-yes I-I am but..." I did not even know what to say. Yes we were married but this felt so strange to me.

Normally when he touched me, his touches were void of empathy and love but today something was different in his touch.

He was flirty and his eyes were hooded in an emotion I could not pinpoint.

"But nothing baby.." Lucas nuzzled at my neck before sweeping me off my feet, carrying me bridal style.

"Lucas drop me down" I whispered to him.

Lucas did not give me a reply. Instead he slowly took me to the bed and laid me carefully on it like I was a delicate object that could be broken at any time.

With steady and anxious eyes, I watched as Lucas hovered me, placing a hand beside my head to prop himself up on the bed.

We held each other gazes, staring intensely into each other.

My chest heaved continuously, my breathing heavy.

Lucas tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, before proceeding to kiss down my collar bone.

"Beautiful..." he huskily whispered, his breath rolling down my skin and giving me goosebumps.

"L-lucas I-I d-don't think..." I tried to stop him by placing my hands on his chest but Lucas quickly grabbed my hands and placed them above my head.

His eyes ascended from my collar bone to my face. "Allow me have you my love. Please"

His words literally melted my heart. Lucas has never called me my love.

We have gotten intimate several times but he was usually sober so it was void and plain.

He would never complement me or even go gentle with me.

It was usually like a programmed system. I laid on the bed, he had his way, no form of sexual affection whatsoever.

And when he was done, he would stand up and leave.

He rarely came to me for sex except when probably one of his mistresses had starved him of it.

But today was different. His touch was feathery light and soft, gentle on my skin and soothing me.

His lips connected to mine and it felt like time froze in a coalition of senses.

Lucas kissed me so gently but fervently, his tongue intertwined with mine and our heart beats syncing.

Slowly, he let go off my hands and I sank them at once into his silky black hair, fisting against his scalp and rummaging through it.

I let out airily moans into the kiss but Lucas swallowed them all. He did not mind it.

His lips never left mine for even a nano second. Lucas took the air from my lungs and replaced it with his.

Heat spread throughout my body from my stomach. It was a ravaging heat that nobody but Lucas could quench.

"Lucas..." I gasped in protest once Lucas lips left mine.

His eyes skimmed me entirely, lust radiating in them. "It is just I and you tonight my love" Lucas gave a dark smile.

Yes he was obviously drunk but I loved it.

Today was the first time that Lucas was actually making love to me and not just having sex.

His lips connected to my skin once more and he kissed every where his lips touched, suckling on it.

I let out the most shameful moans and arched my back at the pleasure spreading through my body.

He kept on kissing my skin and pulling my night gown lower until I had become totally undressed before his lustful gaze.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I bucked my hips forward and plummeted my lips onto him.

This time it was not a soft kiss, but a rough and hungry one, passion filled with lust burning within us.

Yes I was on a fire that no water could put out. And I loved every single bit of it.