Chapter-30🌜 Bomb
Zane's POV
The officiant has declared that we can kiss. But can we though?
Most of the people present in this family will have heart attacks if they see a same sex couple kissing right in front of them.
But then again, this marriage was forced by them only. And to be honest, I don't give a fuck about their opinions-if they literally didn't leave me a choice.
The thing that is stopping me is the way William is visibly trembling. His lips are quivering. The same ones that I will always want to kiss. Fight the whole world, just to get a taste of them.
But not like this. Because when he finally turns his head to me. His dark brown are welling oceans, without a sound escaping his lips. He has never looked at me with this much vulnerability.
He is horrified, because he doesn't want it. Doesn't want me to do it. But he doesn't spell it out loud and just closes his eyes, and just a single drop escapes them. The drop that I want to wipe off from his innocent face.
I never want to see this view, ever in my life. I never want him to be this terrified of me.
He doesn't open his eyes, as if showing his acceptance. Waiting for it to just happen and standing there like a lifeless plant.
He might be putting on a brave face, but his body is a traitor.
No matter how much he is trying to show he has accepted it, the truth is written in his reactions.
Every time I take even a single step toward him, his breath hitches and a visible shiver pulls through him-a silent confession he isn't ready to make.
I wrap my arm around his waist and my hand on the small of his back to pull his closer to me. This sudden closeness catches his off guard and his eyelids open with a flutter of his long eye lashes. Now his face is so close to me. The closest it has ever been.
And I can see how thick his eye lashes are. How beautifully arched his eye brows are. How mesmerizing the straight slope of his nose is. The way his lips are curved, flawlessly red.
His tiny beauty spot is shining with the bead of tear dripping down his face. God, he is gorgeous...
Then I raise my eyes back to his, and notice him looking at my face as if analyzing it. And I see the same amount of wonder on his face too, like it was on mine. But just for a second.
When I lean just more toward him, he closes his eyes back and his body goes completely numb around my hands.
I hook my arm around his waist tighter and then crowd into his space, driving him backward. He arches under me, spine bending like a bow, until he is held up by nothing but my strength and the heat between us.
I bring my face close to his and tilt us a little so that just my back is visible to the people sitting behind, but he isn't. Our lips are close to each other.
They just hover over his. Our breaths intermingling in a fusion of anticipation and threat.
Instead of leaning in more, I brush my cheek over his tear soaked one. My stubble drags over his skin as I wipe the tear away.. He is completely rigid, not even breathing now.
"I promised you William..." My voice is a hushed whisper against his ear. "We will never do something you are uncomfortable with." I feel a wave of shivers run through him, with each of my words.
I pull back from his space, finally releasing him from my hold. Although, I will want him there for much longer. But that's just a stupid want.
When he feels that I have pulled back, his eyes just reach for mine. And I see how wide they are, as I am seeing a whole coffee plantation in them. He's blinking at me with disbelief.
This is the first time when I don't see hatred in them for me. Instead I see some uncertainty. As if he wasn't expecting that.
But that's enough for me.
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William's POV
Why will he do that? He could have taken advantage of this moment if he wanted to. Then why did he not...?
What were these weird tingles that rose on my skin, when he held me in his arms? When his hand was placed just above my hip bone-I felt the way my skin was feeling his warmth. Even through this heavy fabric, I felt his hand burning my skin.
And why did I shiver with his breath against my ear? Why did I feel all of this?
I am fucked. He has destroyed me both physically and emotionally. My reflexes are not mine and my brain has lost its senses. Because when he repeated his promise against my skin.
I actually believed it. This much that for a second, I forgot everything he has done. Every drop of venom that he has left in my life. The cruelty of that blue sapphire...
Everything.
Just that single gesture made me doubt that maybe...
Just maybe he's actually a nice man. That the one behind the mask could be someone else...
But no. I can't fall for it. I myself saw the ring on his hand, the snake of his wrist. It's him. Because who else can it be?
After watching that ring again today. I have no doubts left. This was the sight that I saw under the sunset that day. This was the same ring.
He killed Romie and then planned all of this. And now he's manipulating me to think otherwise.
'So why didn't he kiss you, if he wanted to marry you?', the other part of my brain revolts to its own body.
He didn't because-
I don't know.
Yeah, it's because he's straight-just like me-and didn't want to kiss another man. Simple.
'Then why would he want that marriage?'
For business. This is a business deal, remember?
'He won't need to kill Romie for business though...'
Shut up! Don't be his advocate now!
I have lost it. I am literally arguing with my own brain. He has messed me up so bad. Made my own body my enemy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my distinct honor to present to you for the first time: Zane and William!" The officiant announces to the whole ballroom.
And I notice the mixed reactions of people present in the room.
I don't know most of these people. Yeah they are famous personalities, but I don't know them personally.
It's a room full of strangers for me. Some are applauding politely.
Some of them look like they would be anywhere but here.
But some...
Well they don't look really happy about this.
They aren't even trying to hide their scowls.
I feel the vibrating sensation as a grand, triumphant piece played by a string quartet erupts.
And I recall, now is the time for us-ugh, there's no 'us'-to walk back down the aisle. Together.
So, I turn towards him and coincidentally, we both look at each other at the same time. Fucking hell, what the fuck is happening?
Zane comes forward and points his elbow for me to grab. And this time, I don't fight back. And just grab his elbow, and feel the velvety fabric of his tux.
We both start walking as we pass out fathers in the front row, but don't look in their directions.
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After signing our wedding contracts and making our destruction legal. Our fathers finally leave us alone, after directing us here to greet these fuckers.
Ugh, why do I have to make these small talks with people I don't even know. I have fake interactions. Because all I know is to bob my head whenever a new person comes and Zane introduces them to me.
I hate to admit it, but he is being quite patient with me and somehow he is not letting me feel out of place. I know these people think that I am indeed a fork around spoons. But whenever a guest comes and talks a little longer to Zane, he makes sure I am not sidelined.
Image. He's doing it for his great 'husband' image. I roll my eyes.
Ahh, I need a drink. All of this is just so boring. I take the glass of champagne from the waiter and take a sip from it. Yup, now it's bearable.
"Zannneeeee..." I hear a high-pitched feminine voice and that makes me turn back. And I see a woman who looks more like a runway model in her slick black dress.
It's covering her hourglass frame pretty well. Her hair is down in bombshell curls. And a classy, shimmery purse in her hand. She comes forward and goes straight to Zane and wraps her slender arms around his neck.
She puts her chin on his shoulder and I realise she's definitely taller than me, or at least her heels are making her look.
I see the hug going far too long, than any hug should be, and just can't tell who she is?
And are they close?
All of my questions are answered as this woman tugs the collar of his tux with her acrylics while rubbing his back with her other hand. She leans forward and kisses the crook of his neck leaving a deep red mark there. "Oh Zane... I missed you..." Is she actually talking or moaning, I can't decide.
I see how Zane doesn't make a move to remove her from his arms or stop her from kissing him this intimately.
They are definitely close. My fingers tighten around the glass until the stem digs into my skin. I don't loosen it.
It doesn't matter.
I don't care.
I really don't.
A/N ??
Hmm... They didn't kiss.
But another bombshell has entered the house. Thoughts on her?
Who is she?
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