HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER - 28

"One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence."

AVA WILSON P.O.V

"What?" I asked again as he kept staring at me.

He sighs and shakes his head. "You will know tomorrow."

"Then why the hell did you say anything today." I snapped at him as I hate when people do this. If they don't want to complete their sentence then why start it.

He ignored my wrath "So, how's your class going?"

I rolled my eyes. "Did you mean by how to become brainless and elegant b***h classes going on which Charlotte teaches me?"

He studied me for a moment before letting out a slow exhale. "I understand it's overwhelming but it's a part of the role. I'll do what I can to make you more comfortable but you also have to take this seriously, Ava. I promised you I will not let you feel humiliated but I will also not stand and let you humiliate me or my family name."

I sent him a look full of daggers. "You're just pissing me off now. I didn't do such a thing nor I'll do it in future. Go away, will you?"

His lips quivered into a faint smile. "Well, I re-made the contract paper again with some changes because you were too lazy to read the previous time. So come and read it and then sign."

I walked beside the edge of the bed as he took the paper out from his suit jacket and handed it to me. I flipped through the pages and my mood intensely turned soar by looking at the numbers. "Why don't I just stay mute and you can read it for me. You know better about the story, clauses and numbers?"

He rumbled out a laugh, taking me by surprise. "It didn't seem you were a lazy ass when you were kissing me with eagerness."

My cheeks flushed and I feigned a shudder of disgust. "Well, I'd hate to crush your dream but it wasn't all that special. I've had and will still have a better kiss than you."

His eyes narrowed. "You're prohibited from kissing other men, Ava."

I raised a brow, chuckling. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, at least while you're married to me, you can't kiss any other men." He clarified, his jaw clenched when spoke.

"And why would I do that," I said with a roll of my eyes. "It's not like you will seal your lips for other women while married to me."

"It's a marriage of convenience, and....I...I have needs." He bit out, looking agitated now.

I scoffed. "And I don't? It's the twenty-first century, Marcello and your hypocrite thought is really out of date. It's a give and take world."

I watched as the hand he laid on the bed curled into a fist. "If you have such needs, you can come to me."

"What?" I asked dumbly, though my face felt like it was on fire.

Did he just indirectly ask me to sleep with him?

"I'll be your husband and it'll be my responsibility to ensure that your needs are taken care of." He explained, almost in a business-like tone.

My temper flared hearing his hypocritical thoughts. "So if I'm feeling horny, or want to fool around I should come and give you the honour to itch my scratch."

It was crude, I know but that ass deserves it.

"Either you do or you live with that on your own." he snapped, now sitting straight.

Clearly this conversation has gone to the southern hemisphere which was making both of us uncomfortable but we both are not ready to back down.

"You have ten seconds to get out of my room, Mr. Trocelli." I gritted my teeth crossing my arms around my chest.

He gave me narrowed eyes and leaned in front of me "I hate being in countdown, and this the second time you played that card with me."

I met his steady gaze. "And I hate double standard hypocrite arrogant ass like you."

"There's nothing wrong admitting to your s****l desires, Ava" He replied, his voice became more seductive "It's perfectly natural to have them and scratch that itch. There's no problem if we have a need that we want to satisfy desperately."

I moved away from him and his smoldering gaze. "Not everyone has the luxury of itching whenever they want. Not all of them are born with silver spoons, so we can flash some dollars in the club and buy some itchy remover. People including me or I can say the whole world are very well aware of your itch you indulge in regularly. But don't worry, I'll keep you in mind, when I get really-really desperate that I'll screw anything or anyone. After all, mindless f**k mean nothing to you right?"

He fumed in anger as he opened my fist and shoved the pen in my hand for signing. I jerk him away and angrily scribble my signature on without reading it again.

"As for our story, we will stick to whatever we decide, okay? Because they can definitely see this hoax marriage far better as I am seeing this now." I continued coldly, handing him the paper "Now, get out."

He picked up the paper without breaking out gaze.

He looked angry and opened his mouth "Ava...."

"Get out, or else I'm getting out of this house."

Without another words, Marcello stormed out of the room slamming the door shut behind him.

It would serve me well to remember his true nature despite his handsome look and charm, Marcello Trocelli was a selfish bastard and he only thought of himself before anyone else.

And unfortunately, the second time I signed my one year of life over to him as wife.

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"You're crazy, Ava. Crazy, stupid and in a big trouble."

I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the mirror again.

It was a family meeting day. I just finished getting ready for lunch with Trocelli's. I didn't ask Marcello what to wear, should I dress casually or dress up so that I look like an appropriate bride for their son. In the end, I went with the outfit that Charlotte chose for me as the first dress.

It was a sleeveless, blush-pink frock with a thin waist of dark pink leather belt and I paired it up with nude, high-heeled pink pumps which was comfortable because it was just two inch high. I encourage the natural waves which I have after washing my hair and wrapping it in a towel. I simply dabbed on some powder, flicked on some mascara and a light brush nude blusher on my cheeks with a swipe of nude lipstick and a lip-balm across my mouth.

I look like a perfect lady, exactly how a prim and high society is recognized. But I was not satisfied because it was not me. I feel I was hiding behind his facade.

So for fun, I put on my denim jacket instead of a long shrugged coat and took off my heels and hopped on my white sneakers. Satisfied, as I checked myself out and gave myself a pat on the shoulder. Grabbing my cell phone from the table heading downstairs.

Marcello was already dressed in dark jeans and a black sweater and a denim jacket which was exactly like mine. He was looking so handsome and young, that if I didn't know him I would have fallen for him.

He was talking with Chris with a serious face, they both stopped as my feet tapped on the stair and looked at me.

"I'll get the car ready." Chris said with a small nod before turning and leaving Marcello alone standing in the living room.

I moved towards the elevator ignoring his presence as I waited tapping my feet. Marcello walked around and circled me in inspection. He kept circling me like a hawk saying nothing, testing my patience for me to snap. I was still angry from our last night conversation and if he said anything about my clothes or asked me to change, I'd tell him he and his so-called family get-together could go to hell.

"What?" I demanded.

"I'm pretty sure Charlotte knew pairing denim jacket with this dress or that sneaker" He commented, his expression giving nothing away as he took a step back, his finger lightly curled at the bottom of my jacket as he hold the button to make it right, and his finger touch my blossom in the process.

The warmth of his touch sped through the fabric of my dress and gave me a dizziness but I shook my head determined not to let myself fall for his trick.

"It's mine and it's staying on." I stubbornly replied, moving away from him as his touch burned my body. "It's my clothes, It's my body and I'll wear it as I'm pleased."

I refused to let my gaze waver from him, refusing to stand down, but he caught me off guard when he just grinned and tugged my collar making it straight.

"Okay." was all he said before he grasped my hand making and curled it around his arms and ushered me to walk.

I was still from his action as he didn't say anything. We sat together in the backseat of the car on the way to his house.

I watched in absent-mindedness as Macrello suddenly pushed a button which was at the corner of the window raising a panel separating us from the driver seat, giving us some privacy.

"Sei carina." He whispered and I looked at him in confusion, his Italian ascent was hitting me at a specific spot making my heart flushed "you look beautiful." He repeats now in English.

I felt flustered. I wasn't used to his flirty side "You too." I unknowingly answer.

Amusement flickered in his eyes as he laughed, making me groan after realizing what I said "I mean, you look handsome but you already know that so just forget about it."

His thigh brushed mine. "Why the hell would I forget it? For one, it's a compliment coming from you, my fiance, which I've never gotten other than your cursing and swearing and second you finally admit it, I'm handsome."

"Did I tell you I hate you?" I innocently asked.

"Yes, first time in the cafe."

"Then be it a second time. I hate you." I muttered, sagging against the seat. "I'm this close to fainting. I don't want to make a fool of myself the first time I met your family. Just one look at me and they'll figure it all out."

"Hey, take a long deep breath" He took my hand and rubbed it with his palm. "Come on, breathe"

I did as he told and he gave an encouraging smile lacing his finger through mine. Pushing my chin up with his other hand he urged me to meet his eyes. "Listen to me. I know they won't believe us to be crazy in love with each other. They know I was never the one to settle down before my father handed down the condition, so they will know we are not all hearts and flowers. The only way to convince him that this isn't a ploy or we're faking it. We are only going to show them we are attracted to each other.

Like a magnet? Which stick with each other. How will we stick? With our lips. Is he asking me to kiss him in front of his parents?

"But we're not." I murmured my gaze lowering at his lips which were suddenly too near "I mean we are not attracted to each other." I gulp down.

He laughed softly, "I would have denied this earlier but I'm not really sure anymore." He utter slowly looking at me with hooded eyes.

I narrowed my eyes on him. "I'm not going to make them watch our fake attraction by giving them a kissing performance because when I slap you hard, they will definitely won't have any doubt that this marriage is a hoax."

He shook his and his thumbs rubbed a lazy circle on my palm as he eyes lowered to my mouth "Then don't slap me." He whispered slowly as his breath hit my lips. "Let me kiss you."

My heart skipped as they started listening to his evil words.

I bit my lips, still stubborn. "I don't let random guys kiss me and I was specifically told earlier that I cannot kiss any men."

"I'm not a random guy. I'm your fiance."

"You're my fiance in the name only." I corrected it. "Which is worse than kissing some guy."

He sighed but his arms somehow made it way around my waist and he dragged me closer to him "Fine. Then think of me as some guy you're attracted to. Some guy you like to spend time with. Some guy you find sweet. Some guy you won't mind if he leans in close and tells you you're beautiful, bold and sexy. Some guy who badly wants to kiss you."

The air around the car got suddenly hot as my eyes fluttered closed as Marcello's lips brushed mine.

I sank deeper in his embrace as his hold tightened around me, gathering me over his lips.

"Some guy who's going to earn every kiss you gave him back." He whispered as he kissed my ears making me fists his jacket.

My heart stopped as my breath struck, making me shiver in hold. His breath also hit my face as I felt. I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

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