Forever with the Billionaire

Hillary

I saw the writing as Loukas and I were driven into the city by a designated driver, all planned out by Rotimi. The flight down to Hawaii was long and took eighteen hours, and I swear I got jet lag. When I entered the limousine, I was quick to close my eyes as I rested my head on the back seat. Loukas remained silent, but I knew that he was watching intently. I could feel his burning gaze on me and when I fluttered my eyes open, I saw his beautiful hazel eyes staring down at me.

“Why are you looking at me?” I asked when he didn’t seem like he would stop staring at me. I waved my hand in front of his face. He blinked and grabbed my hand, making me gasp. He pulled me into his arms and before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips were mine. The kiss was slow and I couldn’t resist as I kissed him back. When he pulled away, we both stared into each other’s eyes, panting for breath. “What was that?” I asked as he removed his left hand away from my neck.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked his eyes not leaving mine. “Is it so bad to kiss my wife?” The way he said wife made my heart flutter, and I rolled my eyes at the way it sounded.

I cleared my throat and adjusted my green blouse. “You didn’t talk to me on the plane. Why then are you talking to me now? ” I asked him because I needed to know. I should be familiar with Loukas’s personality now, but I thought that he was only acting that way towards me because he didn’t want to talk on the plane, but I was surprised when he kissed me as if nothing happened.

“Hillary,” he heaved a sigh. “Are you going to dictate to me now?” He raised the corner of his left lip.” I didn’t feel like talking on the plane. I hope you understand that I didn’t mean to ignore you and… ” He facepalmed himself. “Why am I even apologizing to you when I…”

Apology? Did he call that an apology? I scoffed out loud, showing my disapproval of his excuses. I didn’t reply to him and turned towards the window and closed my eyes like he was never there, even though his presence was overwhelming and I couldn’t resist. I think Loukas also took my silence as not wanting to talk and didn’t bother saying anything to me until we reached the hotel. The ride took about thirty minutes, and we didn’t even talk on our way there.

That was our first argument as a couple, and although it was a small issue, I didn’t like how Loukas had made it seem like I was forcing him to interact with him. Sometimes I questioned myself about why Loukas’s words bothered me so much. If it was in the past, I wouldn’t care, but now that we were closer and he was my husband, I termed his rude personality and replies offensive.

“We are here!” Loukas said as the limo pulled up in front of the Ritz-Carlton. The door opened and I stepped out first, helping Loukas unfold his wheelchair from the boot. I stretched out my hand for him to take, but he ignored me and just stared at me as if I had done something wrong. “What the hell is going on with you, Hillary?” He asked, but I ignored him and shook my hand so he could see that I was tired of stretching my hand. “Your attitude is starting to get on my nerves,” he pointed out, and I rolled my eyes. He gritted his teeth. “And quit rolling your eyes at me. You and I are going to talk about this once we are in our room!” He said and took my hand. I helped him out of the limo and helped him into the wheelchair.

I wheeled him towards the lobby while two men in black suits trailed behind us with our luggage.

I exclaimed and opened my mouth wide when we entered the lobby. My dream island while growing up was Hawaii, and thanks to Rotimi and Loukas, I was able to come there. Just like in the pictures, it was a beautiful sight to behold. Once we’d gotten the keys to our room, which was already booked in time before we came by Rotimi, I wheeled Loukas into the elevator that took us to the 35th floor, where our room was.

Loukas and I exchanged no words with one another until we entered our room. A great scent of lilies filled my nostrils as we entered the room. The room was the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen in my entire life. There were two spacious balconies with sweeping views of the Pacific Ocean. I squealed and stared outside for a while, and then began to check everywhere else. The room had a separate living room and dining room, and there was just one king-sized bed in the bedroom, which meant Loukas and I had to share the same bed.

Even though Loukas and I were not talking, the idea of being in the same bed with him again made heat rise in my cheek. Too bad a black person can’t blush. If not, Loukas would have seen how his presence affected him greatly. “This place is amazing!” I said to no one in particular, even though Loukas was watching as I paced back and forth, admiring the room. “Look at the ocean view!” I pointed to the balcony. “It also has a flat TV screen,” I joked as I touched the 65-inch flat-screen TV.

“Quit walking around already, Hillary. Why are you avoiding me? ” Loukas finally asked after a moment of silence and watched me back and forth like a hawk. “Why are you acting like this? Did I do anything wrong?”

I can’t believe that I just heard that from him. Loukas wasn’t the type of person to care about what others felt about him, and his newfound attitude surprised me. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” He asked as I turned to face him.

“I already said what I wanted to say inside the Limo Loukas,” I replied.

“You are angry because I kissed you. I thought we were past that, “he pointed out, but that only made me laugh.

“You think that I am angry because you kissed me?” I chuckled and placed a hand on my brow. “Loukas,” I said, clicking my tongue. “Even though we are married in name only, I am still your wife,” I stated. “I don’t know what may be going on with you, but you do realize that I am your therapist, right?”

Loukas didn’t say anything and just stared at me. When I tried to say something, he cut me off. “Stop saying stupid things, Hillary. What exactly is your point, and why are you mad at me? ”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“I already said it,” I gritted my teeth as I sat on the blue couch in the living room. “I just don’t want us to fight since this is our honeymoon together.”

“Business honeymoon,” he corrected me, but he didn’t have to do that because saying things like that was his way of telling me that our marriage wasn’t real.

I’ve heard that and I was already tired of hearing it over and over again.

“I know,” I said, smiling.

“So are we cool?” He asked me, and I nodded in response. “Phew,” he sighed in relief and placed his hand on his chest dramatically. “I thought you were going to be mad at me forever.”

Just as I was about to reply to him, I heard my phone ringing in my bag. “Excuse me, please,” I said as I walked over to the dining table where I had left my bag. I unzipped my bag and removed my phone from it. I smiled when I saw who was calling. “Hey Rotimi,” I said as I returned to the living room and sat on the couch.

“Hey!” Rotimi’s deep voice sounded from the phone. “You guys must have reached the hotel. How was your flight?”

I yawned and stretched my neck. “I am so tired,” I said. “It’s been a long ride and damn..” I paused and looked towards Loukas, who had his eyes on me. In other words, he was glaring at me. ” Loukas is here. Do you want to speak to him? ”

“Yes. Hand over the phone to him,” Rotimi answered.

I stretched my hand towards Loukas and he raised his brows in confusion as if he didn’t have any idea of what was happening. I informed him, “Rotimi wants to talk to you.”

He accepted the phone with his left hand and placed it on his ear. “Why are you calling my wife?” He asked, and I swear I could detect the jealousy in his tone.

I wondered why he sounded jealous, but the way he called me his wife made me scream inside my head.

What the hell was happening to me? I thought. I slapped my face and heaved a sigh. “Hillary,” I muttered under my breath.

Loukas and Rotimi continued to speak, and when it didn’t seem like their conversation was going to end, I stood up from the couch and headed into the bathroom. I fell onto the king-sized bed and closed my eyes. “This is amazing,” I muttered as I closed my eyes, tired from the long flight, but before I slept off, I had only one thought, and that was to have a lovely honeymoon with Loukas.

If only it could happen.