The vows were taken and rings were exchanged. Jasper kissed me full on the lips, and looked lovingly at me when he pulled back. I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky.
The ceremony ended, followed by a short celebration after which Jasper and I slow-danced to Elvis Presley’s ‘Can’t help falling in love’. Jasper’s moves were measured and sensuous, and I wasn’t that bad either. It was so romantic how he sang along, keeping his eyes on me. He was my own prince charming.
We didn’t stay much longer during the reception as Jasper carried me bridal style to the car. He said he had to get back to work by Monday, and that didn’t leave us much time together as a married couple. The car took us directly to the airport where I experienced my first time in a private jet. It was named ‘Lockhart’
By the time the plane landed within an hour, I was completely overwhelmed. During the ride back to the mansion, my husband kissed me on my cheek and whispered, “You look like a gift tonight that’s waiting to be unwrapped. I can’t wait until we get home.”
I laughed. “You’re so cheesy.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Welcome back home, Mrs. Lockhart,” Jasper said as he ushered me inside the mansion. Suddenly, I was hit by a wave of nostalgia. Who knew I’d be walking inside the house weeks later as Mrs. Jasper Lockhart.
Butlers and maids were all standing by the door to welcome us, but there was no sign of Margret. Why hadn’t she attended her own son’s wedding? I had a hard time wrapping my mind around it. She was his mother after all.
“Where is Margret?” I questioned as I ascended the stairs.
“She decided to move into our Villa in Santa Clara. I’m sure she would have loved to welcome you, darling, but that home needs some renovating, and she’s supervising.” Jasper said, placing a quick kiss on my lips. In one swift motion, he scooped me up into his arms and continued up the stairs.
Panic and excitement surged through me in equal measures. I’d never been in Jasper’s room before. For the entire duration of one month that we’d been dating, we’d mostly crashed at my studio apartment and sometimes at a hotel. He turned the knob and stepped into the room with me still in his arms.
Once inside the room, Jasper placed me on the bed that was covered in rose petals. A bottle of champagne was beside the nightstand, along with what I assumed was a box of expensive Belgian chocolates. I scanned the room. It was going to be our bedroom from now onward. The thought made me giddy. This beautiful mansion was my home now.
The room was enormous. Its walls were designed in gray wallpapers. The dark drapes were in contrast with the walls. The large French window overlooked the spectacular view of the woods and the lake at a distance. The bed that I was seated on was massive and matched with the dresser and the wardrobe. I loved the décor; it was modern and so masculine. It defined Jasper; dark, dominating, and attractive.
Jasper closed the door behind him and turned the lock. My heart began to pump against my chest with anticipation. It wasn’t like it was my first time with him, but there was a completely different aura in the room. I watched as he removed his blazer jacket and let it fall on the ground, loosened his tie, settled down on the leather chair opposite the bed, and lowered the light.
Instead of attacking me as usual husbands do on the first night of marriage, he settled down in the chair, crossed his legs and smiled at me. His eyes were still unreadable.
“Strip for me, baby.”
“Strip?”
There was something blazing in his eyes; something that resembled the predatory look when we were in the piano room last time. “Yeah, give me a striptease,” he said. “You didn’t seem quite reluctant to take off your clothes that day in the strip club in front of all those men. Why the hesitation now? I’m your husband, and isn’t it your duty as my wife to give me what I want?”
“I thought you wanted to be the one to undress me.”
He shook his head. “I’ll watch.”
It wasn’t the first time that Jasper made a bizarre request. However, I recalled the requests used to be more polite; now, it was downright commanding.
The dress wasn’t too complicated for me to undo which was a good thing. I let it slide to the carpeted floor and proceeded to take off the corset. My shaky hands reached for the clasp of my lacy beige bra which added to the growing pile. I knew my cheeks closely resembled a tomato. It wasn’t like Jasper was seeing me naked for the first time, but it was kind of embarrassing when he was staring at me like I was a very unique painting at an art gallery.
“Jasper…”
“Come here,” he ordered softly, raising his hand towards me in invitation.
And as soon as I walked to his chair, all my worries dissolved. His lips swallowed me in a long kiss, and then they were everywhere. Maybe he was a little crazier than the average man. Maybe he did make me feel a bit uncomfortable a second ago, but right now, I felt like a man of his caliber knew how to please a woman too well which made me wonder how many of them he had been with before me. The thought of my husband with several other women disturbed me.
***
Jasper
I’d been waiting for this day, and it called for a celebration. Throughout the entire wedding, I’d been watching Kiara parade around in that sexy white dress, and all I wanted to do was take her back home. I watched how her creamy breasts were spilling out of that lacy bra, the way those frilly panties were holding that little pussy in place. Not that this was the first time I was seeing her naked, but every time, there was a certain hunger for the next.
I was totally and completely insatiable for her. Without further ado, I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the pile of discarded clothes. I cupped her right breast and squeezed it gently. Maybe it was a little too aggressive because I watched her wince. I took her left breast in my mouth and teased the tip of her nipple gently, making it pebble hard which caused a reaction from her as she moaned and arched her back to give me more access.
At some point, we were on my bed, minus all the clothing. She unbuttoned my shirt hastily, and flung it towards the floor to add to the pile. My body hovered over hers as she ran her hands through my toned abs down to the waistline of my trousers. She unzipped it and her reaction was no surprise. She had a hungry look in her eyes, much like mine. They all lusted over what was packed in my pants. Once they got the taste of it, nothing was better. I had ex-girlfriends begging me to come back just for my impressive cock. It needed a good stroking, much like my ego.
Kiara took me in her hands and my brain exploded.
It felt soo fucking good.
She’d taken one look at the scars from my childhood and didn’t even make a fuss. I peeled off her soaked panties, flung it to the ground, and nudged her creamy legs apart. I touched her core that now glistened with arousal. I rubbed her nub and she came undone within seconds, begging or praying or both.
“Jasper, please.” she whimpered.
I guided my cock to her center, unable to control much longer. I was married to Kiara now which proved she was mine body, mind, and soul. I’d fuck her whenever the hell I wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to complain. That sweet little pussy was mine to devour.
“Hope you’re ready for this Kiara because I take no prisoners tonight. I’m going to fuck you really hard tonight, and you’re not going to complain.”
Her eyes widened, and I didn’t give her time to respond as I drove my entire length into her with such power that she was pushed back. The intensity was so strong and the need so primal that I didn’t care about anything else. I pulled out and slammed back into her, groaning so loud I hoped the servants weren’t going to wake up. I heard her soft whimper, but I didn’t know if it was due to pleasure or pain, and frankly, I. Did. Not. Care.
Not enough. I caught her buttocks in my palms, drove into her harder, and continued until I felt my seed seep inside of her. I panted, opened my eyes, and saw her expression was masked between confusion, hurt and pleasure.
I rolled off fro
m her body. “Good night, precious. I’ll wake you up in two hours again. Get your rest.”
It was a good thing I was sometimes bad at reading reactions. I needed my animalistic needs met and I got what I’d wanted. It was as simple as that.
***
Kiara
I woke up the next morning feeling sore but oddly satisfied. Jasper was nowhere in view, so I assumed he was getting ready for work. He was a workaholic, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Yesterday night had been an orgasm fest, and we’d been on it for several hours until we fell asleep eventually. I knew Jasper had an appetite for sex, and yesterday, he hardly let me sleep. He was a little rough, but it wasn’t the first time that he wasn’t a gentleman in bed. He’d always been a bit demanding when it came to satisfying himself.
I stared at the beautifully designed ceiling thinking how luck was oddly in my favor to land a billionaire husband. I raised my hand to the sunlight pouring from the window, the solitaire glimmered, and I smiled. I wasn’t a gold digger, but after living a difficult life, it was kind of nice to think that things were finally getting better.
Before I could climb out of bed, there was a knock at the door. I sat upright and covered my front with the bed sheet. “Who is it?”
Jasper poked his head in, “It’s me, love. Good Morning.” He laughed as he walked into the room holding a tray of food in his hand. “I brought breakfast in bed for my beautiful wife.”
Wife.
The word made my heart flutter.
He settled down on the edge of the bed and placed a silver tray over a pillow. The food looked delectable with fresh toast, sausages, sunny side omelets, and croissants. It was Instagram-worthy. He picked one toast and brought it to my lips. I took a bite.
“I…I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,” I said between small chews.
Jasper smiled. “It’s alright.”
He looked gorgeous dressed in denim and a simple off-white t-shirt. The ray of sunlight streaming from the window made his olive skin glisten. I touched his cheek, and he kissed my palm in turn. “I have a surprise for you.”
I giggled. “I don’t like how you spend so much money.”
“I can afford it, Kiara. Now, lift the plate up.”
I did as I was told, and to my astonishment, there was a pink envelope on the tray.
“Open the envelope” he said calmly, his expression betraying no emotions.
I opened the envelope slowly to find a hotel booking in Cape Town, South Africa.
Relief crossed my features. “Is this…?”
“For our honeymoon,” he completed.
I launched into his arms, and once again, I felt the wetness pool in my eyes. “Thank you so much, Jasper. This means a lot to me. Not just the honeymoon trip, but the fact that you are trying to change so much for me.”
“Of course. You’re my wife now; you deserve all this and so much more.” Jasper smiled.
“But what about your work?” I inquired.
“Actually, I have some business in Cape Town, but it would be rude to leave my gorgeous wife in this house all by herself, right? So I thought why not take you along. That way I can get my work done and we can spend time together. I’m sure you’ll like the place. But, if you have some other destination in mind, we could schedule it too.”
“You would do that for me?” I asked, wide-eyed.
“Of course, precious, I would.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head, “Punch me. Tell me this is not just a beautiful dream.”
Jasper chuckled. “If I punch you, we’d have to cancel the trip, and a bride with a purple eye doesn’t sound attractive.”
I laughed as I elbowed him playfully. He pushed the tray of breakfast towards me. “Come on, eat your breakfast and get ready.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“It’s a lovely day. I thought we could chill at the beach.”
“Okay,” I said excitedly.
***
I was still having a hard time getting used to all of it. Maids and butlers were always ready at my beck and call. I didn’t have to cook my own food, and didn’t have to worry about paying bills. It’s been a few days since our marriage, and so far, I was content.
Today, Jasper was taking me out shopping because he thought I needed new clothes for our honeymoon trip. I showered and dressed within twenty minutes and made my way downstairs. Morgan told me that Jasper was waiting for me inside the car. When I stepped inside, Jasper passed me a hard glare.
“I think I told you to be ready in fifteen minutes.” Jasper scowled at me.
There was nothing scary about his tone, but I didn’t like the look in his eyes; almost like the old Jasper was back, the one who was rude at times and disregarded my emotions.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to find a whole closet full of clothes. I was just confused on what to wear,” I explained, and then further added. “And I really have no idea that you were waiting in the car with a stopwatch.”
His expression softened as he pulled me into his lap and ran his hand through my hair. “It’s alright. You look stunning by the way.”
“Thanks.”
Jasper took me to a street filled with shops with only designer clothing. It seemed like the salesperson knew who Jasper was, and would always politely usher me to the displayed clothes to help me choose. When I checked the price tag, I was shocked. My annual income at the restaurant didn’t even come close to the price. Jasper shrugged it off like it was only natural.
We made our way to a cafe after the shopping. Jasper’s fingers interlocked with mine.
“Jasper…it’s too expensive, and I really don’t need so many outfits. My closet is already…”
“Kiara,” Jasper said in warning. “Your husband is a billionaire. Trust me, I can afford this. Where you shopped before, what you ate, where you lived, it’s in the past, and shouldn’t concern you now. With me, you’re a queen, and queens don’t settle with satisfactory but only the best, so get used to this lifestyle.” He said it with such authority that it frightened me a little to argue any further.
“I’ll order for the coffee,” he said, and stormed away towards the barista without even asking me what coffee I preferred.
I settled down in a chair, and pulled a book out of my bag to read. I’d just finished reading one chapter when I heard someone say, “If it isn’t Kiara Reeves.”
I looked up from the book to find myself staring at a familiar face. Mason Wright, my ex-boyfriend. He looked the same as before. Tall, copper hair, and grey eyes; he always reminded me of a character from a video game.
Mason grinned, and before I knew it, he wrapped me in a hug. He pulled back, and there was a wide smile on his face as he gave me a brief once-over and whistled. “You seem to be doing really well.”
I laughed in response. “Well, you don’t look bad yourself,” I replied, poking a finger in his chest.
Mason and I had a bad breakup because I found out that he was secretly getting back together with his ex-girlfriend. We didn’t have a shouting match or name-calling battle. It was just like two friends who’d grown apart and that’s one reason this reunion was less awkward.
“How’s Elaine?” I asked.
His smile was bright, and that was the answer I needed. “We probably would get married next year.”
I smiled. “I’m really glad it’s working for you, Mason.”
There was an awkward pause. “Look, Kiara, I’m really sorry for what I did to you.”
I shook my head. “You’re happy, and that’s all that matters.”
He nodded in understanding. “So what are you doing here?”
“I’m actually here with my husband,” I told him.
“You’re married!” Mason grinned. “That’s great news. So who is this lucky guy?”
Before I could point towards Jasper, he was already by my side, and his arm snaked around my waist possessively. “Who is your friend, Kiara?”
Mason p
ulled his hand out towards Jasper for a handshake. “Mason Wright. An old friend of Kiara’s.”
That lopsided grin suggested otherwise, and it was a dead-giveaway for what he wanted to imply. Jasper would have to be stupid not to notice, but that was the problem. My husband wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was smarter than the average man. And Mason liked being sarcastic. I used to love that about him but looking at Jasper’s changing expressions, I was starting to hate it.
Jasper shook hands with Mason. “Jasper Lockhart.”
Mason was studying Jasper now, and this whole situation was making me uncomfortable. “Why don’t you join us for coffee, Mason?”
“Oh no, I have an errand to run. Gonna be late, but maybe some other time. Appreciate the offer, though.”
“It was nice to see you again, Kiara.” He said, and his gaze locked on my diamond ring. I knew what he was thinking that I was a gold-digger; a woman who married a rich man so that she could mooch off him and finally live a better life without working for it. But that was far from the truth, and I didn’t think Mason deserved an explanation.
“You too,” I said politely.
As soon as Mason was gone, Jasper thrust the cup of coffee in my hand. “Let’s go home, baby.”
Jasper didn’t seem like he was in a bad mood, but I was still getting some strange vibes. When we reached home, I was headed for the kitchen to see what they were planning to make for dinner, but Jasper called out to me.
“I want to see you in our room. Right now,” he said and stormed upstairs.
I knew from personal experience that if Jasper needed to summon me, it had to be an important matter. I climbed up the stairs, and made a beeline for our bedroom. As I opened the door, I noticed Jasper was making himself a drink.
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