Chapter 3: The Response
Sasha Kazakov’s POV
I was surprised to know that my boss, my brooding like hell Pierre Vouivre, yeah that one, was kissing me right now. Was I dreaming? Maybe I was. I was too shocked to do anything as I was looking at him. He was closing his eyes and he was pulling me closer. I gripped his collar of his shirt before I was moaning at his kisses.
“Hmm,” it was the only sound that I can make right now. His lips were warm and enticing. I have been dreading this moment since I met him 5 years ago but I was too afraid to tell him that I liked him. I think Anika knows that I have been crushing on Pierre like forever now.
I was pulling him closer before he was putting me at his arm’s length. I whimpered when he released me before he was caressing my lower lips. I think it was swollen from his kisses now.
“Don’t you feel it, Sasha. You and I are twin flames and you cannot deny this attraction between us. Say yes to be my wife and I promise you that every night, you will burn. And you only burn for me,” he said as his hot breath was on my lips. I smelled the tangy mint on his breath before I was licking my lower lips. He groaned before he kissed me again. I was being bold now.
I was wounding my arms around his neck before Pierre was pushing me to the wall of the hotel room. I can feel the temperature was burning and I was being cooked by it. I panted before Pierre was kissing my neck and throat.
“Say yes, Sasha,” he said as I was panting.
“Yes,” I said as the heat of the moment was dizzying me.
“Yes to my kisses or my proposal?” Pierre asked before I was pulling him to face me before I was kissing him. I can sense that he was smiling at me before I know that I have lost this battle when he took me in his arms.
“Yes, I will be your wife,” I said before I saw that Pierre was smirking at me before he snatched my hand and put on the ring on my left hand.
“Now, was it so bad?” He asked as I was looking at the sapphire stone that was heavy on my third finger from my thumb. I looked at him before Pierre was kissing me and pulling me out of the hotel.
“But my clothes—”
“My staff will come and pack it up. I think we need to get married now and fly to our honeymoon destination now,” he said as I was gulping at his face past moment right now.
“And where that might be?” I asked him before he smirked at me. God, my knees went weak with that smirk on his handsome face.
His blonde hair.
His stormy eyes.
His lean, muscular body.
“You’re in for a surprise but for now, I wanted you to be my wife in names before I take you for real,” Pierre said as we were rushing through the door before his driver was driving us to the city hall. I did not know that Pierre was a native here and a very respected one.
He asked the officer to do the paper when the priest was blessing us in the world’s fastest shotgun wedding. I did not even have his ring bought!
“Don’t worry about that, I got you covered,” he whispered before the priest was blessing the rings.
“Do you take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and health, in rich and poor, in better and worse, until death do yours apart?” The priest asked Pierre as his grey eyes were shining at me.
“I DO,” he said as he smirked at me before he slipped my wedding band next to my engagement ring.
“Do you take this man as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and health, in rich and poor, in better and worse, until death do yours apart?” The priest asked me and I replied “I DO,”
I slipped the wedding band on Pierre’s third finger on his left hand as I was trying to hold my hand straight. I cannot believe that I was shaking the entire time. I slipped it on and I turned to look at Pierre as he was staring at me.
“Now, I pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” the priest said before Pierre was putting his hand on my nape. I was looking at him as I locked my eyes on his kissable, pink lips. The lips that belonged to me now.
I was closing my eyes before he perked my lips. I opened my eyes as I was staring at him. I furrowed my eyebrows at him as he winked.
“Thank you, Father. Will that be all?” He asked as the priest stated that the marriage certificate will be finished in 3 days but since I was a foreigner, it might take longer than that.
“Thank you, my staff will send you your payment,” Pierre said as he took my hand and we were out of the church. I did not know what happened but later, we were inside the car again.
“Where are we going?” I asked Pierre before his jaws clenched. I did not know if he was angry with me or the question that I asked. So I kept quiet before he told me where we’re going.
“Paphos, my birth town to see my baby brother,” he said and that was it as the journey to Paphos was taking a few hours from Nicosia. I looked out the window and suddenly, I was asleep as my body was exhausted with these events that have been happening in my life right now.
But I know when I woke up, I will be a different person then.
Pierre Vouivre’s POV
I was looking at my bride as she was leaning against the door as she was sleeping. I chuckled as I was holding her hand before I kissed her knuckles. I did not know that I will be married today and not to my agent for 5 years. I sighed.
I guess I was not a predictable man after all.
People said that I will never be married as I brood too much and I scared the women away. But they adored me. I don’t get that big but it seems that they liked to admire me from afar.
But not with Sasha Kazakov.
She would admire me openly whenever she was talking with me when I was asking about Anika Regio’s performance, my former model under my company. I have to thank her then, that Sasha was taking an interest in me.
I was holding her hand as I was caressing her knuckles before there was a bump in the road. Sasha was bumping her head and I was afraid that she would hurt herself. I quickly picked her head and leaned it against my shoulder. Her hand was on my waist as if she was hugging me like a teddy bear.
A hot-blooded male as her teddy bear.
I wondered if she ever hugged someone like this. But I heard that Sasha was too untamed for anyone to be showing interest in her. She would shoo them away as I was smiling for that reason. I think I love to think that I was the only one that was able to hold her interest.
I might think that she loved some mysteries in her guy.
I was looking through the window when I saw the familiar road of Paphos. It was early evening and I was sighing, to prepare myself with meeting my brother after 22 years. I don’t think that I would be invited nicely before I was looking at the familiar figure of my brother.
He looked older now. He was 2 years younger than me when I read my mother’s letter. I don’t think that my parents would keep communicating with each other when my father decided to go to France and brought me with him. He wanted to expand our family fortune and by doing that, he lost my mother.
But they tried to keep in touch but it would never be the same as to be in the same house, same room, same country. I sighed before the car stopped. Time to face the past, I guessed.