• Ezlyn •

This Sunday morning, I paused as I entered the bedroom after we were done with the breakfast. On the bed laid out a gorgeous dress that instantly made me fall in love with it.

I heard Arsenio's footsteps coming into the room so turning to him, I asked, "For whom is this dress for?"

He scrolled through his phone and replied nonchalantly, "For my girlfriend."

Girlfriend?! "You have a girlfriend?!"

He fixed me with a bored glare. "Of course it is for you. Do you see another woman in this house?"

I sighed in relief, for a second I did think he had a girlfriend but who knows...maybe he does have one.

But I focused on the other question instead. "But why did you get a dress for me?"

He finally put his phone away and stepped closer. "Because we have to attend a charity event tonight."

"And what made you think that I will go with you. I don't wanna go to any charity event."

"I wasn't asking you, wife. I was telling you. You are coming to this event with me. We need to make a public appearance as a couple. I haven't announced my marriage yet."

"No."

He raised his brow. "No?" A amused smile tugged at his lips as he leaned closer. "Do you think I will hesitate to change your dress myself and drag you to this event? I won't. So, unless you want me force you, I request you to be ready by seven."

My eyes flickered down to his lips and mentally scolding myself, I forced them back at his eyes instead. "I might go if you answer my question."

"What question?"

"First..." I placed my palm on his chest and shoved him back. "...give me some space. Now, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Hmm..." He took a step closer making me step back and this continued until I was backed up against the wall with his arms on either side of me, trapping me. "Maybe I do have one...does that matter?"

Of course it fucking matters! He's married to me, he's supposed to be faithful even if the marriage is not real in other sense.

I forced my anger down and plastered a fake smile on my face. "Not really." I drawled. "I mean it's only fair you have a girlfriend when I have a boyfriend myself."

His eyes narrowed as soon as the word 'boyfriend' left my mouth and I continued to speak, "We are grown adults, we do have some sexual urges that need to be fulfilled and obviously we can't use each other--"

A small gasp left my mouth when he grabbed my throat gently and pulled my face close to his. If this was a cartoon, I could have definitely seen steam coming out of his ears.

He looked furious and it somewhat scared me. "What's his name?"

The tip of our noses brushed together, his breath fanning my lips and it took everything in me to not close the distance between us and touch my lips to his. "W-why should I tell you? You didn't tell me her name either?"

"You wanna know her name?" He whispered, his tone still dripping with anger.

I managed to nod and he leaned in even closer, his fingers still around my throat and his lips brushed my ear. "Her name is Ezlyn. Ezlyn Draven. She's my girlfriend, my wife and the mother of my son. And she's the only woman that ever will be in my life."

I wasn't sure if I was breathing by that time. His words settled deep inside my heart making it hammer against my chest.

Here I was thinking that he might have a girlfriend considering how much of a playboy he was but...I can't believe he said that.

"Now, tell me the name of your boyfriend, Ezlyn." Leaning back, his eyes searched mine, desperate for the answer.

I felt bad for lying to him when he admitted that I was the only woman in his life.

I lowered my eyes and said softly, "There's no one, Arsenio. I don't have a boyfriend, I was just kidding."

He gave my neck a light squeeze making me look back at him. "You better not be lying, sweetheart. Because if I find him, he won't exist anymore."

I swallowed hard and questioned ,"And what will you do to me?"

A smirk tugged at his lips. "You don't wanna know."

From the dangerous glint in his eyes it was clear that I really didn't need to know that.

He slowly released my throat and stepped back and I moved away from there.

I stood near the bed examining that dress when he wrapped his arm around my waist waist and my back hit his chest.

Placing his mouth next to my ear, he spoke, "Good girls listen to their husbands. So, be ready at seven."

While I was still pondering on his words, he pressed a light kiss right under my ear before he released my waist and walked away from the room leaving me blushing.

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I was ready on dot and exactly at seven pm, Arsenio knocked on the bedroom door.

His mom has already taken Izan with her for the night so we really didn't have to worry about him much.

I slipped into some unnecessarily high heels as Arsenio pushed open the door and stepped in, looking hot as always in his black tuxedo, taking my breath away.

I stood straight after wearing my heels and his eyes trailed down my body, lingering on the right places, heating up my body with just his intense gaze.

I gulped and nervously fiddled with my fingers and he finally said, "Let's go."

What? No compliment? I did a good job on the hair and makeup, he could atleast comment on that and I also looked good. Must he be an asshole all the time?

Huffing, I followed after him and we walked out of the house to one of his cars which were parked outside and he held opened the door for me and I slid inside and rounding the car, he sat beside me.

The driver drove out of there and we sat in silence with me glancing at him a few times. He just stared out of the window, lost in his thoughts.

Twenty minutes later, the car came to a halt infront of a huge banquet hall and Arsenio told me to wait and got out of the car.

As per his habit, he came over to my side and opened the door for me, offering his hand and placing my hand in his, I got out of the car.

He intertwined our fingers and lead me inside the hall and before I could even admire the amazing decorations, he was introducing me to various businessmen and women.

He had a dazzling smile on his face as he told everyone that I was his wife and he seemed to be enjoying the way everyone was shocked to hear about his sudden marriage that too to his best friend.

My only task was to smile at everyone and greet them. That's it. Just for this he dragged me here, even that was okay but those heels were really killing me, making my feet ache badly.

"Oh, my best friends are here!" Zenith's voice instantly made my smile turn into real as he approached us.

I was pulled into a hug and he kissed my forehead before turning to Arsenio who was glowering at him.

"You didn't bring a date?" I asked after he was done side hugging Arsenio.

He placed his palm dramatically over his heart. "How could I after you broke my heart and married this asshole?"

I chuckled at how dramatic he is sometimes.

"The only asshole in here is you." Arsenio spoke in between, referring to Zenith.

Zenith in response smiled sweetly. "I think Ezlyn might disagree with you, won't you, baby?"

I was about to say yes but one look at the scowl on Arsenio's face made me change my mind and I said instead to Zenith, "That woman at the bar has been eye fucking you since you entered. Why don't you go talk to her?" It was not a lie though, she was in fact eye fucking him.

"The only woman I want is my dear Ezlyn." And he leaned in to kiss my cheeks but Arsenio placed his palm over his chest and pushed him back.

"You better leave, Zenith." There was a subtle warning in his tone.

Zen rolled his eyes at him and blew me an air kiss before walking away in that woman's direction.

"What is wrong with you?" I turned to Arsenio, shooting him a glare. "Why are you acting this way with him?"

He pretended to be brushing off some nonexistent dust from his sleeves and said nonchalantly, "Tell him to stop flirting with you before I fire him or worse, break his nose."

The realisation hit me and my eyes widened slightly. "You are jealous."

His eyes met mine, brows furrowing slightly. "I. Am. Not."

I don't know why I found that funny as a chuckle escaped my mouth. "Yes, you are."

His jaw clenched and he looked away. "I am not jealous, Ezlyn. And we are leaving. Right now."

He grabbed my hand and started to drag me away from the hall and pulling out his phone, called his driver to bring around his car.

Once outside, he again opened the door for me and sat beside me.

Reaching home, I groaned as I walked upstairs, the ache in my feet unbearable by now.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, walking beside me, when he heard me groan.

"If not for this dress, I would have never worn these heels. My feet feels like it might fall off, it's aching so badly."

We reached the bedroom and he shrugged off his suit jacket and gestured to the bed behind me. "Sit down."

"What for?" I asked dumbly.

"Sit down, Ezlyn." He repeated firmly.

Not in the mood to argue, I sat down on the edge of the bed and was surprised when he dropped to his knees infront of me.

"What are you doing?" I muttered when he slowly lifted my dress and his fingers reached the strap of my heels.

He didn't reply and undid the strap and pulled away my heels, one by one making me sigh in relief.

That sigh soon turned into a breathy moan when his fingers dug into my feet and he started to massage my foot.

"Arsenio..." I gasped. "...you don't have to do that."

I grabbed his shoulder to push him away but he gave me a silent warning through his eyes so I sat back quietly.

He continued to massage my left foot expertly until all the pain vanished and he shifted to the other foot.

Another moan left my mouth which made him pause, his jaw ticking but a second later he continued to massage it.

A minute later, I told him, "It's okay... it's okay now. You can stop."

He continued to massage it for another few seconds before he finally stopped and glanced up at him, an unreadable emotion swirling in his eyes.

I smiled softly at him. "Thank you, it really helped."

He just nodded in response and getting up, went inside the bathroom. Meanwhile I changed my dress too and laid down to sleep.

When he laid beside me and pulled me into his arms, my face pressing against his chest, I said the one thing I have been meaning to say, "For someone who claims to hate me, you seem to care a lot."

His response was a simple, "Sleep, Ezlyn." He buried his nose in my hair and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter completion on: 17/1/23
Published on: 27/1/23