The Ravishing Billionaire.(On Hold, Being Edited)

Chapter Three

"Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one" - William Shakespeare

The muscular, sexy and drop-dead gorgeous male, who went by the name of Zachery constantly peeked at his beautiful, sensual, curvaceous and totally too die for wife.

Repetitively eyeing her delicate and confident frame, he only thanked his lucky stars at having been at the right place at the right time, the previous night. Like a magnet, he had been drawn to the beautiful and captivating aura of the drunk and distressed damsel. Kassandrah had needed a helping hand when she had been fleeing the forward advances of one of the stripers that had originally been hired for her sister, Nicquotte, and for the kitchen party, or a bachelorette party, honouring the soon-to-be bride. Actually, it was to celebrate the bride's last few hours as a single woman, despite the engaged status.

Plush against him, she had unintentionally crashed straight into his body. With a poof! Long curvaceous and soft legs against his long and muscular ones; her soft chest had collided with his very own. A flatter of... of... well of something that he had no understanding or the tiniest bit of knowledge of, had developed and blazed a fierce, bright light in the depths of his soul. His soul had awakened like never before and just because of that, he had found himself clinging to her in an impulsive attempt to try to keep them both aright. She had really almost knocked the 'living daylights', as the Americans love to say, out of him. After keeping them both on their pair of legs, he had noticed in a flabbergasting but funny way that she was running away from the strippers that had been hired for Kassandrah's sister, and now to be his best friend's wife. She had been blabbering so much so that he had genuinely started laughing like a hooligan. When he finally regained his equilibrium, he had dragged her to the nearest available Wedding Official.

His eyes slid to her stunning, if not lovely, face. He looked at her enormous and saucer-like green eyes, and a small-satisfied smile broke his face. Kassandrah Melanie Hendriks was now his! She was his as Mrs Kassandrah Mendevil.

Just at that precise moment when he was enjoying that specific thought, she glanced at him and narrowed her eyes. Oh, oh he could bet his lucky stars that he was in trouble and probably in the dog box. She crossed her arms and his small smile turned into a full blast grin. She was probably angry about his marrying her when she was drunk, ever since they had arrived at Nicquotte Hendriks and Salvador McKenzie's wedding. Nevertheless, Kassandrah was the maid of honour so she had to make sure that everything was progressing, as it should. That was exactly the reason why he was just letting this go for now, he would get her when the wedding was all done and she had absolutely no place to escape to but his arms; just like she had laid in his arms all night long in the early hours of morning.

Distracting himself with watching the sunset, he thought over to his plans when the wedding ended. He mulled over his plans. He would order-in, probably some soup or amuse bouche, a starter meal. Some pasta or some a-la-chicken and veggie bake or pork-filler, some greek salad, chocolate mouse or chocolate cake, and also some bread with cheese. Wine? He definitely should not forget that either. He just wandered if she liked red or white wine. He would make today their official honeymoon night, a night that she or him would not forget anytime soon.

"Hey buddy, why are you grinning at Kassy like that? If I did not know any better, I would think that you have the hots for her. Or better yet, you cannot resist her body." The groom, Salvador McKenzie comment dryly.

He was dressed in specially tailored charcoal Armani tuxedo. His white satin shirt contrasted his black tie. His shirt's top button was currently open and Zachery frowned at that, he could bet his most expensive assert that his best friend was therefore nervous

"Says the man who is about to have a nervous breakdown. I can bet my Jeremiah Island that you are sweating a whole ocean underneath that shirt. Should you not be excited that you are finally tying the knot and settling down?" Zachery voiced his observations with a calm and persuasive voice.