Chapter 7

• Reyhan looked at me, then wiped the rest of my tears with his thumb.
• “I’d go crazy when I’m worried, Mikaila,” he whispers, and I’m lost again in his golden net. My heart beats like a drum when I’m about to go to war; that strange feeling overwhelms me.
• “Sorry.” That’s all I can say, then he kisses my forehead softly, and I’m like melting ice.
• Silence fell over us on our way to a jewelry store. We’re about to measure wedding rings; my mind is like a pile of paper; there’s a lot piled up for me to think back.
• “Sorry for not coming to your single launch.” Reyhan broke the silence between us. I turned my gaze to him and then smiled.
• “It’s okay,” I replied.
• “We should celebrate that,” he said again. I looked at him confused; Reyhan smiled and then glanced at me.
• “We have to celebrate your single success, where do you want to celebrate it?” He seemed enthusiastic, and I was a little swayed by his enthusiasm.
• I didn’t expect him to care about this; didn’t he want me to quit the world that raised my name? Then, why does he want to celebrate my single success? Doesn’t he like this??
• “It’s up to you, usually I just eat with the crew in management and my friends.” I remember celebrating my first single, Caroline and Jessica getting drunk and acting like crazy, fucked up nights.
• “Are you celebrating with your male friends too?”
• I nodded and saw the change in expression on his face; what’s up with him? Did I misspoke?
• “Then let’s celebrate this alone without your friends.” His tone was cold.
• “Why? Isn’t crowd better?”
• “I don’t want what happened to you being almost kissed by your boyfriend again.”
• I was shocked to hear what he just said; he knew about the incident that almost happened between me and Edward.
• “Do you know??” I asked, surprised and curious.
• “I saw it in the media, he almost kissed you, but you pushed him, a wise choice,” he complimented, showing off his charming smirk. I looked unsure of the answer, but maybe it was just my feeling.
• “Why didn’t you push me when I kissed you? Like you did to that friend of yours?”
• Is he setting me up now? Or does he want to embarrass me?? I shrugged.
• “Because I want to,” I answered honestly; it was better to be honest than to be bombarded with questions, hoping that with my honesty, he would stop asking questions that I’m embarrassed to ask.
• “So you want to be kissed by me?”
• I sighed with regret; I threw my back on the car seat resignedly while folding my arms in front of my chest. Great! I was wrong for being honest with him.
• “Is that a problem for you?” I want to know.
• “A little bit, you look cheap.”
• I turned and looked at him in disbelief, then gave him a hard smack on one of his arms; Reyhan chuckled, and I snorted at his reaction.
• “Besides, if I refused, you wouldn’t like it,” I said again.
• “You haven’t tried it yet,” he said with a half-smile and defiantly as if this were going to be interesting.
• All right, I give up. I raised my hands to my chest.
• “Okay, I’ll reject you if you’re going to kiss me later.” I said that with a bit of intention in me to keep it.
• “We will see later.”
• I rolled my eyes, hearing his very high self-confidence. Actually, what kind of man am I dealing with right now? Why can he be so sweet and annoying at the same time? Do all men act like this? I get dizzy just thinking about it.
• **
• Today, Reyhan came to my house to ask for my guest list. Yesterday, we measured the ring and ordered the invitation; today, he and I had to take it to the printer to complete the printing request. We sat on the couch in the living room, looking at the list of names we were going to invite to the wedding.
• I handed him my list of names, and he frowned.
• “Why only a little?” he asked, to which I shrugged nonchalantly.
• “I don’t have many friends,” I mumbled, Reyhan narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
• “Are you ashamed of this marriage?”
• I was surprised and a little offended by the question. What does Reyhan mean by saying, ‘I’m ashamed of this marriage?’ Instead, I feel like the luckiest woman to be married to a billionaire.
• “No, I don’t have many friends; they’re all just acquaintances, unlike you.” I glanced at the guest list he had made.
• “Why most men?” he asked again. Oh, God! What’s wrong with this guy??
• “Isn’t that right? Isn’t that great? They can tell I’m yours now,” I commented, looking at him, trying not to upset him. Reyhan put my guest list on the top of his list; then, unexpectedly, he kissed me a little harshly and passionately.
• I was getting used to his treatment; I wrapped my arms around his sturdy neck, one of his hands squeezed my breasts, my passion sped up, and my groin throbbed. Reyhan ’s kiss moved to my neck and continued down to my chewy mound wrapped in a bra; I shamelessly sighed his name; this was so delicious, millions of flying butterflies tickled my stomach. Reyhan unhooked my bra, which was in front of me, without realizing it when my shirt button was fully open. My position is now on the sofa, and Reyhan fondles my chewy mound; I squeeze his hair while enjoying the caress. My groin is throbbing, and my body wants more. I hear the sound of a car entering the garage, and my eyes open in surprise.
• “Reyhan , ah.” I tried to fight this pleasure, but Reyhan ’s kiss touched my stomach.
• “Reyhan , Mom.” I stifled a sigh; Reyhan ’s kiss stopped before my groin, which was still covered in hotpants. I heard the sound of a car door closing, and we hurried to fix our appearance; Reyhan kissed the top of my breasts before he hooked my bra back on.
• “Mine,” he whispered sensually in front of my twin mountains; I held my breath momentarily, then exhaled again when Reyhan re-attached my bra and helped button my shirt. My mom came after a few seconds; we finished cleaning.
• “Wow, who’s being intimate? Mama’s jealous...,” My mom mocked. I took a deep breath and then chuckled; I glanced at Reyhan , who was smiling, holding back his laughter.
• “How was the invitation? Is it done?” asked Mom.
• “Today will be, Mom,” I answered.
• “Yes, Mama, go to the room first; I want to rest for a while,” said Mama, then left before us. I breathed a sigh of relief.
• “Can I continue with that?”
• One hit landed on Reyhan ’s arm, and the man groaned in pain.