Chapter 15

Jason's POV.

Zara, my soon-to-be-bride is by far the most beautiful and sexy girl I have ever seen. She carries her self with so much grace and confidence and that alone was enough to turn me on. 

I must admit that she was not what I was expecting her to be. I had expected my grandma to pick some snobby rich girl or rather some submissive billionaire daughter. Zara is a billionaire daughter but she wasn't snobby nor submissive. She even stood up to me after she caught me banging some girl in my office.

I cringed at the memory and I cringed even more when I remembered how I told her that I wasn't sorry for what she saw. I was actually sorry she saw that but I couldn't admit that to her. 

I had no plan on banging that girl though but what was I supposed to do when she came to my office and stripped. I am a man okay and the sight of her body turned me on so I did what she wanted me to. I fucked her...hard.

Dinner with my grandma was really great. She and Zara really hit things off. My grandma never fails to mention how perfect she thinks Zara is for me and how pretty she is. 

I agree with her...Zara is indeed perfect and really pretty and smoking hot she is a great listener too. I loved the way she was interacting with my grandma. 

I can imagine her listening and laughing with our kids like that.

Hold up man. Kids you say?

Yeah, our kids. There was no doubt that we would make beautiful children together. 

I have had enough time to think about my relationship with Zara and I really think if we have it a try then we will work out.

Besides I was already tired of being a fuck boy. I want to know what it feels like to be completely in love with a woman. 

I don't remember much about my parents but my grandma never fails to mention how much my parents loved each other. She said they seemed to have some sort of connection because they always seemed to always find each other no matter what. 

I craved that kind of love... a love so deep that the ocean will be jealous. I want the kind of love that they do talk about in all those sappy romance novels. You know, the sparks, the butterflies, the irresistible attraction, the kind of love that we would never be able to get enough of each other.

I know I sound cliche and all but I wasn't really the playboy that I was portrayed to be. I have just never found someone that made feel different and makes me want to fall in love, until I met Zara. 

We haven't even been together for long, we haven't talked for long, we have never had a heart to heart conversation and I don't know much about her yet but she just makes me feel unexplainable things. 

Now I just have to make her change her mind and fall in love with me. I want her to be my wife in every sense of the way. 

I still don't know why I agreed to that ridiculous deal of hers. I guess she just made me feel like a kid at that moment, I felt like an high schooler that was being reprimanded by the school principal in his office. 

I planned on changing all that though. I plan on making her fall so madly in love with me that she would never think of leaving me. 

"Your wife is here." My best friend Lolu whispered in my ear. 

Lolu is a 25 year old Nigerian man. We met on one of my many trips to Nigeria. He resides here in New York with his wife but he frequently visits Nigeria to see his mother. 

I looked up and locked eyes with my bride. She looked so pretty in her red sari- we were matching. She was wearing a lot of jewelry and those jewelry looked so heavy to me. It almost seemed as if they were wearing her down but she still looked pretty. 

Her face was covered with some fancy veil but yeah, I still think she looks beautiful. Her waist and belly were exposed, her skin looked so creamy and so clear. I could almost picture myself kissing her there and pleasuring her.

Can you tune it down Jason? It is your wedding day for goodness sake. 

I smiled at her when she finally got to my side, her mum and Lucy helped her sit and helped her to arrange her dress around her.

"Hi." She greeted. She almost sounded like she was shy.

"You look beautiful." I said. She shot me a look but I couldn't really see what kind of look it was because of her veil.

"Umm.. thank you. You look good too." She replied.

"You ready to become Mrs King?" I asked her.

She merely shrugged "Yes, I guess and I hope you haven't forgotten about our deal." She said and I was going to reply to her when the priest spoke up and said it was time to start the wedding.

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The wedding ended really quick. We had a short reception after the main wedding and Zara changed out of her her heavy sari to another sari but this one was white in color. It looked really simple with some complicated design on it. It still showed off her belly and the sight of her creamy skin has been driving me crazy. I got a hard on just watching her and the most frustrating part of all this was the fact that she didn't even spare me a glance since the ceremony ended.

After taking the wedding vows and applying the red stuff on her head- I remember the priest calling it some name but it didn't stick. And we exchanged rings instead of the normal wedding necklace. That was the last time my wife... I felt a thrill run through me at the thought of her being my wife. She is my wife for real now and I can't wait to take her home with.

Don't get too ahead of yourself Jason. She isn't even acting like you exist so what makes you think you will be getting some from her tonight?

Fair enough but I really want to take her home not because I want to fuck her or anything, even though the idea of that sounds pretty great but I just wanted to take her home. I feel like it is until I take her home with me that she really really become my bride.

Am I even making any sense? 

No, you aren't.

I groaned when I sighted Zara dancing with some man. I couldn't help the rage the went through me. I didn't even realize when I stood up and walked up to them. I tapped the guys shoulder and he turned around.

"Can I have my wife back?" I asked him. It didn't sound like a question to me though.

"What the hell was that about?" Zara asked when the guy finally left but not without sending my wife a wink and whispering something in her ear.

"You tell me. What are you doing dancing with some guy at our wedding?" I asked her. 

I grabbed her hands and wrapped them around my neck before placing my hands on her waist and drawing her close to me... so close that a thread wouldn't even be able to fit in between us. 

She let out an involuntary gasp and then she scowled at me. 

"What the hell are you doing Jason?" She asked.

"I thought that was obvious. I am dancing with my wife." I said.

"Wife?" 

"What? Were you asleep all this while or did you forget that we got married? I applied that red stuff on your forehead and we exchanged rings Zara. We even got blessings from your parents and my grandma... not that we didn't have they blessings before." I said. 

"That red stuff is called a Vermillion. And what are you going on about Jason? Have you forgotten about our deal?" She asked frowning at me. 

I couldn't help but notice how her frown made her look even hotter than before. Her eyes were shinning and there was this gleam in her eyes that...I just don't know. And her lips were a little bit jutted and it took everything in me not to claim that lips right then and there.

"What deal are you talking about Cara Mia?" I asked her swaying us slightly to the beat of the song. 

"Cara what? I am not your Cara Mia and don't you dare play dumb with me. We had a deal." She whisper yelled. Her cheeks were getting a little bit flushed now.

"What if I told you that I don't remember any of this deal you are talking about?" I asked her. 

She looked at me with disbelief and then she full out glared at me.. her cheeks turning pink with anger. 

"What do you mean you don't remember? We made a deal... in your office, remember?" She said.

I shook my head "No, I don't." I said. 

She turned red in the face at that and I felt her stiffened in my arms. 

She looks pretty hot when she is mad... she opened her mouth and started saying something but I couldn't hear her because I tuned her out and was busy admiring her beautiful face.

She has the most beautiful face I have ever seen. Her dark eyes were the perfect size for her slightly round face. Her nose are slim and a little bit pointed but still so cute and I could imagine myself kissing her nose. Her lips are the most pretty and most appealing part of her face. Those come kiss me lips... it is going to be really difficult kissing those lips. Pink and full and obvious soft and it had a bow shape at the top. Her jaw line are a little bit pronounced and sharp. She had high cheekbones too. She is just...perfect. Perfect doesn't even...

"Are you even listening to me Jason?" She asked practically fuming. 

I sent her a sheepish smile "Sorry, I kinda zoned out." I said.

Her eyes narrowed at me and I could practically see the smoke coming out of her head.

"You zoned out? What the..."

Damn it all to hell. I thought as I stared at those lips of hers and I did the one thing I have been wanting to do for a while now.

I kissed her. I felt her stiffen in my arms and I braved myself a little for her to push me away but she didn't.  

So I kissed her harder. I bit her bottom lips and she let out a small gasp and I used that opportunity to slip my tongue in her mouth and explored every corner in her mouth. She tastes sweet... like the combination of vanilla and some sort of mint. I let out a low groan and held her even tighter as if to brand her as mine ti everyone that maybe watching.

I placed her head in a better angle and kissed her even deeper and harder. Her hands tightened around my neck and she grabbed a fistful of my kaftan. 

There is absolutely no way I am letting this girl go.

She is mine and mine alone.