Forever with the Billionaire

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I didn’t regret marrying Hillary, and seeing how she made everyone laugh, including me, with her dancing skills, made me happy. After the party, Rotimi drove us home and left the house, giving us the privacy we desired. He didn’t return that night, which surprised me because Rotimi had never slept outside and was always by my side. I just assumed he needed some time alone.

When we entered the house, two chefs greeted us on the ground floor. I recognized them because of their strange stupid cap. I just stood there staring at them, wondering what they were doing in my house.

“Wait, who the f….?”

“Welcome,” they said before I could finish my sentence. “The other young master ordered that we prepare a meal for the newlyweds,” they announced.

Master, who? I pondered. Who was the house’s young master?

“What the hell are you talking about?” I yelled at them, and they jumped back a little. “Are you mentally ill? I am the owner of…”

Hillary coughed and interrupted my conversation. Did she just silence me? I pondered.

“Do you mean Rotimi is the young master? You know a tall black man?” Hillary inquired, and they responded with a nod. “See, you should have asked them that instead of yelling at them,” she pointed out to me.

I swallowed and cleared my throat. ” Well, ” I said as I untied my necktie and tossed it to the ground. “Rotimi should have notified us before we arrived. It’s not every day that you walk into your house and see someone else!” My tongue clicked.

Ignoring my complaints, Hillary continued to question the chefs, and then the lights in the house went out, and I couldn’t see anything because it was pitch black. Even in the darkness, I closed my eyes and muttered a curse word. “This can’t be Rotimi again!” I exclaimed.

The lights did not come back on after a few seconds, but something else happened. The walls of the aquarium began to glow red. The fishes swam around the light, which was magical, but I thought it was too much for a phony wedding.

“Wow! This is stunning!” I heard Hillary say this and clapped my hands like a child who had just received a gift. I knew she’d always admired the aquarium around the house since the day she moved in. The aquarium had always been a part of my life because I believed the fish were the only ones who could hear my pains and all that I was going through.

When I thought it was all over, a song started playing in the background. When she heard the music, Hillary let out a deafening scream.

I was perplexed as to why she was so enthusiastic about a loveless marriage. She had accomplished a great deal since we were married. Hillary had made me have the most fun I’d ever had in fourteen years. Maybe marrying her wasn’t such a bad idea, I reasoned. I closed my eyes and listened to the soothing music playing in the background. I decided to ask Hillary about the music because it sounded so solemn and lovely. “What is the title of the music?” I inquired.

“From the ground up by Dan+ Shay,” she replied, standing in front of me. She laughed as she dropped her wedding gown and grabbed my left hand. “Would you like to dance again?” She inquired.

That amused me because she kept repeating the word as if she didn’t realize I was paralyzed. Although my right finger moved as we exchanged vows at the altar, I didn’t want to tell her about it until I was sure I hadn’t made a mistake or had imagined it.

“Didn’t you do enough dancing tonight?” I inquired of her.

In response, Hillary laughed and shook her head. “We don’t need permission to dance. Let’s just hold each other until the song ends “She drew in closer and sat on my legs, her hands around my neck. As the song continued to play, we both looked into each other’s eyes. I chuckled as I stared at her lips. I leaned in and captured her lips with my hand behind her right ear.

She moaned with pleasure and gripped my shoulder lightly. We kissed slowly because we were following the rhythm of the music. As we both moaned into each other’s mouth, our lips smacking. We had completely forgotten that there were two chefs and possibly other people in the house watching us. We didn’t care and continued kissing with hearts joined as one. I had no idea how long we had been kissing, but I relished every moment of it because it made my heart skip a beat and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Loukas,” she said as the song came to an end.

“Hillary!” I responded by whispering her name and recapturing her lips. When I drew back, we both looked into each other’s eyes, panting as if out of breath.

When we heard applause, Hillary and I turned to face the chefs who were still in the room, along with two other people. I had no idea the chefs were still on the ground floor with us. I looked around at the new faces among the chefs and wondered who Rotimi would invite into my home. I planned on killing him once the wedding night was over.

Did I just imagine the wedding night? I swallowed and reminded myself that the wedding was a sham. I wasn’t the type to feel things, but being with someone like Hillary made it difficult to control how I truly felt. I sighed briefly and closed my eyes. Hillary seemed to notice and took my hand in hers. “Are you all right?” she inquired.

I opened my eyes and looked into her beautiful obsidian eyes, nodding in response despite the fact that I wasn’t completely fine. I wanted to rip her dress off, and if I hadn’t been paralyzed and couldn’t move my hands, I would have carried her to my room and made love to her until dawn.

If only, I mused.

“Who again are you people?”

I turned to face the newcomers among the chefs. “Did Rotimi allow you to enter my home?” I wanted to scream at them, but I kept my cool and sighed. “What do you do?”

“The young master had asked us to prepare a grand dinner night for you both, and you’ll find out once you get to the second floor,” one of the strangers replied.

I rolled my eyes and stared at him. They kept mentioning Young Master even though I was the true master of my household. “Can we leave now?” Hillary got excited and jumped up from my legs. I didn’t want her to stand up, but I’m glad she did because I’d already developed a boner.

That was strange because I almost embarrassed myself.

“This way, ma’am,” The other two strangers pointed towards the elevator. “You should take the elevator full of love and surprises!”

I rolled my eyes once more and tried to say something, but Hillary pushed me away from the elevator. As the doors opened, balloons popped, and I closed my eyes, thinking a gun had been fired, and in Hillary’s case, she squealed.

She had to be excited, I reasoned.

The elevator was bursting at the seams with red roses, and I wondered why Rotimi was putting so much effort into a marriage that would….

I stopped thinking about it and just went along with Rotimi’s stupid plans. More balloons popped as we approached the second floor and the doors opened. “Wow! ” Hillary gave a hearty clap. “Wow! This is incredible!”

Yes, because it was what she liked. I looked down between my legs, feeling a tinge of discomfort. I was having a hard-on, and it was excruciating because I had to be around her. If Rotimi hadn’t planned everything, I wouldn’t have had to stare at her beautiful face all night. Using the stairs, the chefs quickly reached the second floor. When they saw us, they bowed their heads and pointed to the dining hall. Hillary pushed me into the Hall, and because of the bright light, I closed my eyes.

“Loukas, open your eyes,” Hillary said to me. When I opened my eyes, I saw her staring at me. “Rotimi did an excellent job!” She applauded.

He did, indeed. He decorated the rooms with roses and balloons and pasted happy married life on the walls. After a few seconds, the writing on the wall changed to ‘Have a lovely wedding night,’ and the balloons all popped on their own. The table was set with various food dishes illuminated by candlelight and red wines.

“Rotimi really outdid himself,” I remarked.

Yes, he did,” Hillary said with a smile. “Let me assist you,” she said, and I took her hand as she helped me sit in the chair. She took the seat next to me on the other side, but I didn’t like how far away she was.

“Come over here,” I indicated the chair beside me.

“Do you want me to move there?” She inquired, and I did not respond. I was not the type to repeat myself. She stood up and took a seat beside me when she realized I hadn’t responded to her. “Wow! This is incredible!” As the chefs began to serve the food, she looked around and smiled, but all I could think about was getting her out of her wedding gown and making love to her until dawn.

I repeated that again.

She could have changed her dress and let me see her gorgeous skin if Rotimi hadn’t had other plans for us. Once the food was served, the chefs left and turned off the light, leaving the candlelight to be our only source of illumination in the dark.

“Should we?” Hillary inquired.

I didn’t say anything and just stared at her. Even in the dim light, my gaze was drawn to her red lips. My heart pounded against my chest as I struggled to control my emotions around her.

What the hell was going on with me?