Conveniently Married To A Billionaire

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HAPPY READING

Reign Menture POV

I squeeze her hand in mine walking us out of the church and into my vehicle after we signed the legal documents. My driver drives off taking us back to the hotel to gather the necessities I purchased for Delsa. I could not help myself admiring how good she looks in everything I handpick for her.

While she was at the hairstylist, I purchase her a few more items I can't wait to see her in. I arranged our marriage ceremony before coming to this country. I am certain I want her no need and I will stop at nothing. I wonder what she is going to think when I confess my true feelings. My mother says the timeline does not matter. When you know, you know.

As I sit back I couldn't help but replay the way she kissed me moments ago at the church. I chuckle, she is a take-charge woman but I could tell she wasn't versed or very experienced maybe it's her first kiss or she didn't have that many kisses. Now my mind is buzzing if this is her first or just a few it would mean she is untouched. It's hard to believe a woman as beautiful as she is didn't have men lined up to court her. I know her information says no boyfriend but has she never explored.

I wouldn't know for sure until I consummate our marriage. I wonder what she thinks about that. I look over at her and she is fiddling with the ring on her finger looking lost in thoughts.

Now that our wedding is over and word will be out soon that I elope it's time to leave this country, to travel back to the states. However, I will leave a few of my men behind to gather all the information we need to handle her situation. I want this handle as soon as possible leaving no stone unturned. Of course, I am prepared to fight this legally but whoever is responsible I want them to pay.

I have my yacht prepared and ready to sail us back which will take a couple of weeks. I could fly us back to the states but I want to get to know her and I want her to get to know me so we can move on from there. I can only imagine a great outcome as I return her home and hope she remains my wife as I bring an end to the danger surrounding her.

There is this strong connection surrounding us, I cannot put a finger on it or what it truly is but we both feel it. I can see it in her eyes and she tries to fight it.

"Little dove what has that pretty little head of yours ticking," I say after a while of her being quiet.

She looks at me then back at her busy fingers playing with the ring on her finger "Delsa I want you to know you can tell me anything. I know we have a lot to learn and discuss," I say trying to make her comfortable and put her at ease with me.

"Can I?" Delsa asks.

"You can, freely, anytime" I nod looking at her. I wish so greatly to take her hands in mine to reassure her further but I have to be patient and make her comfortable first. I don't choose to rush her or push my feelings onto her. I can't let this backfire on me.

"How am I ever going to repay you" Delsa finally speaks, looking up at me and I wonder why she is thinking of repaying me. She is my wife, everything I do for her is a reciprocation of my feelings towards her, maybe she doesn't understand it.

"Repay me?" I ask quizzically not knowing why she wants to do that.

"For all the personals you bought, clothes and helping me when I didn't know how to help myself."

"Little dove you are my wife and anything I give to you is a gift from me."

I can't deny that we are strangers but their this level of comfort, peace even with her. There is something between us I can not explain. The minute I saw her in that cell all I want to do is to hold her in my arms and I can not define why. Her dirty clothes or poor hygiene at the time did not deter me if anything it made me remember what I felt the moment I laid eyes on her photograph. I want to hold her in my arms until she feels safe, protected and keep her stable from all harm and danger possible.

"But why?" Delsa asks.

"In our marriage, what is mine is yours little dove."

"It doesn't work that way for us," Delsa says looking down.

"Why do you think so" I hoist her chin, looking into her eyes cursing myself for not being able to read her mind. How obedient she was last night going to sleep without another word but today she wants to repay me. I know how I shut her up last time she tried to argue, I can play along.

"I'm not your real wife" Delsa say and I cup her cheeks turning myself flush to her.

"It is as real as the moon glowing in the sky this very moment. you and I signed the papers a few minutes ago."

"It is not," she says defiantly.

"Little dove, do not argue with your husband, our marriage is real."

"But"

"No buts, I am your husband and you are my wife, woman."

"That is not fair" she crosses her arm in front of her chest in frustration, sitting back she sighs.

"The rules of fair play do not apply in love and marriage little dove." I let go of her chin and she pout her lips.

She sighs again shaking her head "this would be marriage and war," she rolls her eyes.

"Keep arguing with me and I will kiss you until there isn't another thought in mind for the rest of the night. I rather make love, not war."

She gasps looking at me in shock but didn't say another word.

She reminds me of my mother. There is hell to pay when my mother finds out I am married and did not inform her. For all the times my mother was urging me to get married you would think she would be happy but no she will nag me to no end about not knowing the woman I am married to and being invited or knowing about my wedding.

Thinking about my mother, my phone buzz and it is my mother calling. I can't talk freely in the presence of my wife, I do not want to scare her before she meets my parents. So I send it to voice mail.

After a few minutes of silence "who said I would be against you kissing me senseless." Delsa says and she continues to fascinate me. I love this woman before I read too much into my statement I decided to not even think about what my subconscious just said.

I smirk taking her face into the palm of my hand, this woman will make our marriage one hell of a quest. Who am I to disapprove? so I oblige. I lean in slowly building anticipation as I get closer. Her chest rise and fall as my lips connect to hers. She parts her lips and our tongue entwined. These unexplained feelings wash over me and my hands cup her neck moulding her to my chest. Her head tilts giving me better access, our tongue synchronised into the perfect harmony and I never kissed anyone this way before. Everything just fits with hers, my breathing, the way her heart thumps to the rhythm of mine, the way she moulds to my body perfectly. Nothing matters as she climbs over onto my lap trying to saddle me but her dress doesn't permit her so she sits cross lap. I wonder if she knows how lost she gets into our kiss. Her hands wrap around my neck and I trail my hands down her body gliding it around her curvacious behind. I cup one handful of her rump squeezing it and she let go. Breathing hard she let go looking into my eyes. We sit here breathing in each other silently and I did not realise we came to a stop.

"So you like my kisses little dove," she blushes breaking eye contact looking down.

"I did it again, didn't I," she says not looking into my eyes.

"You can keep doing it anytime you like little dove," I say winking at her and she leans her head down on my shoulder.

"Come," I place her back onto the car seat getting out. I reach in taking her hand and I did not notice the cameras flashing before until my driver form a barricade behind Delsa as she gets out. She gasps as I pull her close to me shielding her face.

If the paparazzi are out in their numbers perhaps I can capitalize on it to spread the word of our marriage. This is also a message to those involved to stay away from my wife. The cameras are flashing, left and right and I am hoping they spread the right words to the right people.

I shield her face to my shoulder, grasping her close to me. I entwined our fingers and raises aloft our hands revealing our ring fingers.