Chapter 8

Jace's POV:

I stood outside in front of my house with my wife standing next to me, and watched my best friend, Edwin Hugo, drive his black car into my residence and park it.

"Hey, Jace! My man! Happy married life, bro," my best friend, Edwin Hugo, said as he got out of his black car, wearing a black suit. Then he walked up to meet my wife and me.

"Welcome, man. Thanks," I hugged Edwin, as we were like brothers growing up and inseparable.

"Good morning," Clara greeted Edwin as she stood next to me. Just as I crossed my arm over her waist and pulled her closer to me.

"Morning, Mrs. Augustus. Though I didn't want to stop by and disturb your honeymoon. But you know that I cannot go a day without coming to see Jace," Edwin said, smiling.

"It's fine. I understand," my wife replied, and Edwin smiled and told me, "Man, I've got to get going, and I hope you both are enjoying your honeymoon. Why not travel for your honeymoon?"

"No, we have all the luxury here. So traveling isn't needed now," my wife said, before I could, and I told Edwin, "You heard the lady of the house. So, we ain't traveling now. Besides, we've been to lots of vacations earlier this year."

I recalled our engagement vacation before we returned home for our wedding.

"Oh, that's fine. I should get going now. See you later, Jace," Edwin smiled as Clara told him, "Goodbye, sir."

Edwin and I looked at Clara in surprise at how she addressed Edwin.

"Clara, you don't have to go calling me 'sir' just because you're married. I'm still single, so you're free to call me by my name, Edwin."

My wife laughed, as I was still hugging her waist.

"Alright, Edwin. Take care," my wife told my best friend, and Edwin looked at me and smiled.

"Enjoy your honeymoon, bro. I'll see you later."

I watched Edwin walk back to his black car, but he paused beside the car door and peered at me and my wife again.

"Get going, man!" I yelled at Edwin, and he grinned and got into his car before driving off.

"Come on, babe. We ain't done with our honeymoon. And you heard my parents. We need to make a baby," I spoke into my wife's ear as I stood behind her back and hugged her sèxy waist.

I couldn't get enough of her ass rubbing my crotch. However, as we were about to go inside,

I heard the sound of another car arriving, and my brows furrowed.

"Fûck! Who is that again?!" I cursed and considered going on our honeymoon vacation, as I didn't want anyone to come and disturb my wife and me in this important moment of our life. Besides, we just got married, and I still haven't had enough of our wedding night.

"Who's that?" I asked, seeing the gate opened widely. And to my surprise, my childhood best friend, Mandy Joshua, arrived with her pink car and drove in and parked.

Mandy was a 28-year-old lady. She was single, and her family and mine were close friends for ages.

"Who's she?" Clara asked me, and I was taken aback by her question.

"Clara, what's wrong with you? This is my childhood best friend, Mandy. I'm surprised to see her, as she didn't come to our wedding yesterday," I told my wife, and I saw her frown and reply, "It's fine. These days, I get forgetful. So, don't blame me. And you know, I have to give Celine a call to keep up with her and to know how she is faring abroad in representing me."

"Alright," I replied and held her hand, "Just wait to say hello to Mandy first. You know that Mandy had always wanted me to marry her, but I couldn't because I see her as my sister only."

"Alright," Clara forced a stiff smile again, and I smiled and hugged her back to my chest, while Mandy got out of her pink car in her red dress that perfectly hugged her body like a model. And she walked up to meet us, her black shoes clicking against the interlock in my vast residence.

"Good morning, Jace, Clara. Happy married life to you both," Mandy said once she arrived at our front.

"Good morning, ma'am. It's nice to see you," Clara said, and Mandy looked at my wife with a stiff smile.

"Yeah, Mandy. What happened? I didn't get to see you yesterday. Did you intentionally avoid attending my wedding?" I asked Mandy, knowing that she was the only child of her parents, and she meant so much to them.

"Jace, you don't expect me to attend the wedding when you know that I have feelings for you. I couldn't just attend it," Mandy shamelessly spoke to me, and Clara looked stunned, instead of getting annoyed. Clara said, "I will give you both some space to iron things out. I've got to talk with my sister."

"Alright, Clara. But here's my wedding gift for you both," Mandy offered a wrapped gift to Clara, but Clara refused to take it.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. But you can give it to Jace. I don't see a need for the gift since you don't want to see us together," my wife replied bluntly, and I gasped.

"Clara, you don't talk to Mandy that way," I subtly warned Clara to keep quiet. And she grinned and said, "But you don't expect me to pretend in the face of your childhood friend. Or your childhood sweetheart. I've got to call Celine now. Take care."

Clara stormed away and matched back into the mansion, and I sighed and looked at Mandy pitifully as I took the wrapped gift from her hand.

"I apologize to you on behalf of my wife. She's just getting me confused with her recent behavior," I spoke to Mandy to cheer her up as I walked with her to her car.

"Jace, I understand that you love your wife very much, and you've spoiled her too, that she has to talk to me in such a manner," Mandy looked sad, and I understood that my wedding has affected her mood a lot.

"It's okay, Mandy. Please don't get mad at Clara. She confuses me with her behavior too. Only that I cannot help but love her more. How about Edwin? When are you going to give him a chance? He likes you?" I asked Mandy to shift the topics away from my wife, as I knew that Mandy had gotten suicidal because of me before.

It broke off my father's friendship with hers five years ago when I started dating Clara, a hot, new model in our state, even as I knew that Clara was from a lower-class background.

"Jace, you know that I do not love Edwin. I don't want to insult his feelings, but I don't feel anything for him," Mandy said, and I sighed.

"It's okay, Mandy. Take care," I told her and watched her walk away to her car. And she pulled the pink car door to unlock and got inside.

I smiled, waving goodbye at her as my gatekeeper, Lucas, pulled the gate opened for her to drive off.

I sighed and went back into the mansion to meet my wife.