2. The Notorious Playboy is My Husband

Leena’s POV

“What are you doing?” My adoptive mother tried to stop her but she refused.

“And you must be the real daughter, Jane.” James curled his lips, his hand waiting for a handshake which she impatiently shook.

“Yes. And I’m the one you are supposed to marry.” Jane rambled with words.

“Jane, what are you doing? I thought we had an agreement?” My father shunned her.

By this time, the audience was already wondering what we were discussing about. I stood like an idle dummy.

“But, you aren’t in your wedding gown. Does that qualify you to be my bride?” He smirked. I found him interesting at first sight,

He returned to my side.

“I’m here to marry the said Leena Martins, so please let’s respect ourselves.” He said strictly before signaling the priest to continue.

Jane was so annoyed that she couldn’t stay till the end of the wedding. She went away while my adoptive parents’ stayed for formality's sake and also because they hadn’t concluded terms with James.

As soon as the wedding ended, we all went into the Martins family mansion.

“Mr. James, it seems we had the wrong information about you.” My adoptive father said cryptically.

“No, you didn’t. I just got up from my wheelchair.” We looked at him in mystery. “Miraculously, you know.” He added with a hitch of sarcasm in his voice, then, we took it for a joke.

“So, where are we?” He looked at his guard and received a file from him.

“I have already signed. Miss. Leena has to sign as my wife and everything is settled here.” He instructed, crossing his legs and folding his arms.

“I have already signed.” I pointed the spot out to him and he chuckled.

“Nice.” He stood up, tucking his hand into his trouser pocket. “Everything will be sent tonight..” Then, he faced me. “Go get your things, it’s time to leave.” I nodded.

As soon as I got to my room hallway, Jane dragged my hair and pushed me into my bedroom. I fell to the ground.

“What are you doing?” I groaned in pain.

“What does it look like, you bitch!” Jane hissed in annoyance. “I’m no longer satisfied with this marriage, you have to call it off,” Jane informed me curtly.

“What are you even saying?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s already done, Jane. Get a hold of yourself.” I scoffed.

She was about to slap me when her mother stepped into the room.

“Jane! What are you doing?” My adoptive mother tried to stop her.

“Mother, I don’t want this marriage to hold. I want it called off!” Jane grumbled in irritation.

I ignored them and took my luggage that I had already arranged.

“Don't worry, I will do everything to make sure you get him back. Trust me. “ That was the last word I heard as I went out of the room to meet my new contracted husband.

The ride was an awkward one until we arrived at a gigantic mansion built with brown bricks and a bronze gate.

I followed him into the mansion and almost gasped at the people I saw in his living room.

Three hot-looking women, dressed in a sexy bathrobe that showed their neckline and attractive thighs.

I turned to him, looking confused but the smile on his face turned me off.

“Who are they and what are they doing here?” I had to ask.

“They are…” He didn’t finish his statement when they approached him and gave him tight romantic hugs. In my presence.

“Mr. James, thank you so much for last night. I really enjoyed doing it with you.” One of the ladies said.

“Yeah, thank goodness you refused to use the condom, I enjoyed it more.” The second said and I watched them in astonishment.

“Can we do it another time? More hotter, you know.” The third giggled, planting a cheek on his face which left marks because of their lipgloss.

It was so annoying that they didn’t even notice me until one turned. My eyes were already filled with pain and annoyance.

“Mr. James, is this a new lady for the night?” One of the girls asked, giving me a long look and I scoffed.

“What?” I gave her a dirty look in anger.

“Alright girls, let’s talk some other time. I have an important guest.” He said, giving each of them a kiss on their cheek.

“Sure, hot daddy. We are going.” They brushed me apart, flirtatiously.

“Enjoy the night, he is hot in bed.” One whispered to me and laughed before leaving the room.

I secretly clenched my fist. This was a total embarrassment.

Must he show himself on our first day?

“Well…” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about that.” He said nervously and I shook my head.

“You don’t have to apologize.” I faced him, trying hard to hide the dissatisfaction on my face.

“What?” He looked startled.

“We just have to go by the contract. Stay away from each other’s personal life. After all, all these are fake.” I reminded him curtly and he looked taken aback by my speech.

“But I …” He began but I shunned him.

“Let’s be honest here. I’m doing this for the money and you are doing this for god knows what. So, let’s mind our business and act fair in public. That would save us the stress.” I informed him and he sighed heavily.

“So…?” He curled his lips, unable to complete the statement.

“So, where is my room?” I raised a sly brow.

I grabbed the handle of my box, attempting to enter the room he had pointed.

“Can we have dinner together?” He asked him after a brief silence.

“I will…” I began but he stopped me with his hand in the air.

“Not just us, some of my girls are coming over and I want to introduce you to them. Don’t you think it’s best you tag along with us?” He smiled, staring at me.

“What?” That was the biggest disgraceful word I have heard.

Bringing unknown call girls to ‘our’ house? Ridiculous!