Neptune

Chapter 16 | The House

After our wedding, I have to live in Luke's house in New York. Even though it will only be for one year, I can't help but wonder how I'm going to survive that hell.

Since I'll be taking a break for a while, neither Oscar, Peter nor Paul comes with me. It breaks my heart to be apart from them because I'm used to having them during difficult times, and now I already feel like an alien even before I enter Luke's house.

And worse, Luke has chosen his own security around his house so he doesn't need Mike trailing me all the time—he wouldn't just allow someone whom he doesn't trust yet to enter his house.

However, he still allows Mike to be my bodyguard when I go out of his house, which, I suppose, I will have to get his permission for first.

My mind and body are extremely tired because of the wedding and all these worries that I can't help but fall asleep in Luke's private jet during our journey from LA to New York.

At least, I wouldn't see Luke in my dreams—that's better than having to look at his face for hours.

When we land in New York, I already miss my team. We walk toward the arrival gate, surrounded by Luke's bodyguards, and as usual, some people are already trying to catch up with our pace to snap pictures of us.

"Jesus, Cassie, I guess that I'll have to get used to this from now on," Luke mutters, and I just smirk in response.

Who says that I didn't warn him? I did say that he would regret his decision of marrying me, and getting his privacy ruined by strangers and paparazzi is just one of the things that he has to sacrifice.

We're getting closer to the glass door of the arrival gate, and I can see that a lot of my fans have gathered for me, waiting to see me. To my surprise, Luke takes my hand and laces his fingers through mine.

I glare at him, and now it's his time to smirk in return.

Damn it. I can't curse or yell at him for holding my hand in public, because in the eyes of all these people around us at the airport, we're a happily married couple, currently the most talked-about celebrity newlyweds.

"Might as well feed the paparazzi with our public display affections," he teases, while I'm trying my best not to growl in irritation.

The glass door of the arrival gate opens, and we step out, facing dozens of my fans screaming my name. I'm used to it, and I secretly wish that their loud screams would make Luke's ears deaf.

I wave at my loving fans and notice that the number of them has increased significantly compared to the last time I arrived in LA from Barcelona.

Perhaps, it's because all the false rumors have been clarified. But then, when I notice some girls staring at Luke like they're being hypnotized, drooling, I know that some of them are here to see Luke too.

They might be curious, wondering what my husband looks like and whether he's as good-looking as he was on TV. A small sarcastic laugh leaves my lips as I stand beside Luke, still waving and smiling sweetly at my fans.

Noticing the grin on Luke's face, I whisper to him, "Don't flatter yourself. You're not that hot. I would die in a heartbeat to let those drooling girls devour you so that I can live in peace for the rest of my life."

Luke chuckles in a way that makes me think that he's trying his best to prevent himself from howling with laughter.

"That's too bad. I'm taken. By my dear wife," he emphasizes the last two words and suddenly tightens his hold on my hand. "Should we remind them of that? Do you prefer a peck on the lips or a full-blown make-out?"