ZAIRE

My palms were turning more and more sweaty by every passing second and I couldn't stop pacing around.

"Relax", Zayden muttered for the tenth time from where he stood nearby as my groomsmen.

"So, Mr Cool finally lost his cool?" Armano joked as usual earning a chuckle from Arnaud Zayden.

Even Kian looked amused at my anxiousness.

I was regretting having them as my groomsmen but then I didn't have any choice either. They all automatically assumed their positions.

It was our wedding day.

Ada was going to be my wife finally. Officially mine after all these years.

The wedding ceremony was an intimate one with only the family members involved and it was held in the backyard of Ada's house. Well former house since she is staying with me for the last few weeks but whatever.

This is where her parents got married and she admitted she always wanted to get married here too, so, who was I to deny her request?

She would be here in...forty-three seconds.

My breathing became uneven as I imagined her walking down the aisle towards me.

"Shit, are you about to cry?" Zayden asked gently, scrutinizing my face.

I scowled at him. "No."

"Your eyes look wet."

"You are seeing things, leave me alone."

Chuckling, he went back to where he stood, chatting with the others.

When thirty seconds were left, Aunty Lilith made her way out and took her seat among the others.

She was inside with Ada and Uncle which means...

Every second felt longer but when Ada finally stepped out, her hand hooked into the crook of Uncle Silvio's elbow, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

My eyes stinged and I had to roll my lips inside my mouth as I took her in, her sparkling wedding dress, the veil trailing behind her, the smile on her face.

Two lines of tears streaked down my cheeks simultaneously, my vision blurring and I rubbed my eyes to clear it.

That in return made Ada emotional, her lower lip puckering out, eyes tearing up.

There were many pairs of eyes on us, all awwing at us but in that moment, only her and I existed.

When she reached me, Uncle kissed her forehead before handing her hand to me.

Our fingers intertwined together and it was as if I could breathe a little easier.

We stared into each other's glistening eyes just as the priest started the ceremony.

It went in a blur because I couldn't stop wondering how the fuck I got so lucky to have her as my wife.

It was only when the priest announced the final lines, I came out of the daze. "I now pronounce you husband and wife--"

I didn't let him finish as I put one arm around her waist and grabbed her face with the other and kissed her hard.

Another set of tears rolled down my face and she was crying too, our tears mixing together as we kissed.

Uncaring about the audience, I slid my tongue inside her mouth, deeping the kiss and she moaned softly in surprise.

She squeezed my shoulder, tapping it, whispering into the kiss, "Zaire..."

Another hand clamped down on my shoulder as Armano's annoying voice cut through the kiss, "Let's keep it PG-13, man."

Everyone chuckled at that and I reluctantly pulled back, grinning at Ada and she grinned back.

"I love you", I whispered.

She gave me a quick peck, caressing my cheek. "I love you too."

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ADA

The moment we stepped out of the car, Zaire had lifted me up in his arms, carrying me inside the elevator.

Reaching his penthouse, he walked out of the elevator and both couldn't stop smiling at each other.

My stomach rumbled softly and I said, "I am a bit hungry..."

He raised a brow. "For my cock? Just have some patience and then I will fuck you all night, wife."

I couldn't even pretend to be annoyed with him as a chuckle escaped my mouth and I playfully hit his shoulder. "You are unbelievable."

"Unbelievably hot, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Keep this up and I won't let you even kiss me."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and carried me over to the kitchen, setting me down on my feet gently. "Fine, I am going to feed my beautiful wife some food then..." He leaned closer, brushing my lips with his. "...I will feed her my cock."

I blushed, pushing him away. "Ugh, shut up."

He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Still so shy? We are married now, sweetheart. Husband and wife."

He looked so satisfied by saying it and honestly, I was feeling content too. We were married, no one could separate us now.

He was my husband, all mine and I didn't have to endure any more days of longing.

I cupped his face and kissed him softly. "You are mine."

"Hmm...I like the possessiveness", he whispered huskily before kissing me deeply.

I was soon lifted up and placed on the kitchen island, Zaire's hands hungrily roaming my body.

I gasped into the kiss as he slid his hand under the dress, trailing it upwards towards my panties.

But then, to ruin the moment, my stomach grumbled loudly and Zaire paused, smiling against my lips. "Hmm, I should feed you first."

I chuckled, pushing him away. "Yes, go bring me food."

He walked over to the refrigerator and rummaged through it before pulling out a pizza box. He plated the slices and put them in the microwave to heat.

Meanwhile, I jumped down and settled comfortably on the seat instead as Zaire joined me a minute later.

Together, we ate the pizza, discussing about our wedding ceremony and reception.

"...Uncle is still not pleased with me. He looked ready to murder me earlier."

"Yeah? May I remind you that you deliberately groped my ass and kissed me shamelessly in front of him?"

Zaire grinned, taking another bite. "It was fun."

Smiling, I shook my head. "You are lucky that he secretly loves you, if you were anyone else, you would be dead already."

"I know. I'm his favourite son-in-law already, he just won't admit it."

"Stop competing with Arnaud. You both are good."

His smile faded away as he wiped his hands with a napkin. "You think Arnaud is good?"

"Um, yeah? I mean he is sweet, nice, caring and very mature. He is older so obviously he is mature..."

I trailed off when I found Zaire watching me with narrowed eyes, his jaw clenched as if challenging me to praise him any further.

He was jealous.

For some reason, that made me hot and excited.

I cleared my throat and pushed away the plate since it was now empty.

I stood up and walked in the direction of our bedroom. "I'm going to change."

I had purchased an extremely sexy and beautiful white nightgown for our wedding night and I wanted to take a shower and put it on before Zaire would start fucking me already.

I almost rushed into the bathroom after grabbing the nightgown and locked the door.

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There was a knock on the door. "Are you done?"

"Yeah, just a second."

I checked my reflection in the mirror, humming in satisfaction before opening the door and stepping out.

Zaire sat on the edge of the bed, tapping his foot impatiently. He had changed and showered too, only wearing a pair of sweatpants, his delicious chest bare for me.

His eyes snapped at me as I stepped out, the heat in his eyes intensifying as he took me in.

I twirled around, smiling at him shyly. "Do you like it?"

There was an unmistakable bulge in his sweatpants as he stood up, walking over to me.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He groaned. "Are you trying to distract me from the fact that you made me fucking jealous earlier?"

I bit my lips. "Um, maybe? Is it working?"

"Maybe", he whispered huskily, eyes fixed on my cleavage.

"Then let me change that into a yes." With that, I dropped down to my knees in front of him.

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Stop", I giggled as Zaire continued to press kisses all over my neck, making me feel ticklish.

"The pancakes will burn, stop", I chuckled again.

"No." He playfully nipped at my throat. "Why did you leave me in bed, all alone, hmm? This is your punishment."

"I wanted to make you breakfast, stupid. Stop acting like a baby."

At last, he stopped, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder. "Fine. Make me breakfast now, wife."

"For how long are you going to call me wife instead of my name?" I blushed slightly, flipping the pancakes.

"As long as it takes my brain to fully register that you are all mine now."

"Mhmm..."

Zaire went silent, pretty content in holding me like that and watching me cook.

Soon, his palm trailed down to my abdomen, slowly inching even lower.

I slapped his hand away. "Behave."

He huffed and rested his palm on my belly. "I wanna see you with a baby bump. You will look super cute."

Oh God. He was shameless.

I sent him a pointed look and plated the pancakes, drizzling them with the honey syrup and some blueberries.

He pulled back as I handed him the plate and as he sat down at the kitchen island, he pulled me over his lap.

He cut a piece of the pancake and fed it to me first before eating himself.

I stared at his face as he ate, my heart full of love and satisfaction. The man I always longed for was my husband.

I snuggled closer to him and kissed his cheek. "I love you."

He smiled down at me. "I love you too, Ada."

My grin was wide and filled with so much love. The world may find our love weird but just like Zaire says, fuck the world.