The Ravishing Billionaire.(On Hold, Being Edited)

Chapter Four

"Love is not something that you find. Love is something that finds you." -Loretta Young

Seconds ticked into minutes- minutes into hours, yet every time Kassandrah zoomed in on her gold and platinum wristwatch, it seemed like only bare seconds. Why did weddings have to be so cheerlessly boring?

'That's because you do not want anything to do with marriages or weddings.' Her brain chimed at her in a very unladylike manner.

Then how in heaven's grace did she allow that drop-dead gorgeous and mouth-watering hunk to hook her, marry her and make her his? She frowned at the direction that her thoughts were heading. She was here for Nicquotte, her baby sister. She was here to make sure that her beloved, beautiful brunette sister was not making a wrong move with the marriage. Nicq had been fierce uncertain as to whether or not she could continue with the marriage to 'her prince charming' Salvador or not. Inwardly, Kassandrah had hoped and prayed that her sister would take the walk down the aisle and say, the designated 'I do'. Heaven above knew that she did not want any husband, any home, and any two-point-five children complication in her life. She was not the baking type, she was not the motherly type, and she was not even the caring type (okay she did care about her close family and friends) but having her OWN family would have provided unnecessary complications, heartache and, definitely the most visible of all, puffy eyes accompanied with a pink snotty nose.

In her own experience, family did not always stand together; family was as toxic as brandy to the liver. Nicq and her mother had spent a tremendous amount of time crying over her father. The impeccable Gregor Hendriks had walked out, not only on his wife Clare Hendriks, now known as Clare Smith, but also on his two daughters, Nicquotte and Kassandrah Hendriks. He, Gregor Hendriks had walked away with not only one flimsy, good-for-nothing floozy but two worthless mistresses!

Anger and melancholy ruined her appetite and just like that, she felt like she was being transported back to the days of her childhood. She remembered how her mother, Clare Hendriks, had soothed her daughter's worried questions when they had asked as to where their father was and as to whether he would be coming back or not. Kassandrah had spent many a night tossing and turning in her bed, listening to her mother wail in her bedroom door. Many other nights her father would appear and he would find her mother in a state of discomfit; it would all start with shouting, back and forth between then, to something that was akin to having her mother beaten up. then after that, the might Gregor Hendriks would walk out the front door as he slammed it in its wake. Very often, than not, Clare had either stayed in bed the next morning, or simply tried to hide the bruises on her face with make-up. Nicquotte had been too young to comprehend her father's actions back then; she had only struggled with her father's reject.

"Princess, you ought to eat something. We can not have you overthinking things and losing your appetite." A voice brought her back.

Glancing towards the speaker, Kassandrah noted that the speaker was none other than her so-called husband.

Irritation gnawed at her heart and she frowned.

"What do you want?" she didn't even attempt to disguise her irritation.

Her eyebrows lifted a bit and he seemed slightly shocked.

"I just want you to eat something; you haven't touched a single piece of food the whole day, that is definitely not healthy." His face moved slightly closer as he spoke in a smooth, hypnotising voice.

Her eyebrows furrowed some more and her heartbeat rose even more, this brought further irritation further into her psyche.

"I am not hungry." She glanced away and concentrated at a certain flower arrangement that was placed on the centre of the hexagonal table.

"Do you want me to feed you?"

Her straight face disappeared, as she could not believe the nerve of this man.

"Are you crazy? What do you want people to say?" she asked breathlessly.

His fingers touched her cheek and he slowly and effortlessly caressed her cheek in a tender way, Kassandrah's breath caught in her throat as her pupils dilated into tiny slits. Something was wrong with her and she had absolutely no inkling as to the matter. Without even realising it, she leaned in to Zachery's touch and his eyes lightened and brightened a miniature bit.

"What is bothering you princess, talk to me." His voice was easy-going and light enough to persuade her to open to him.

A inner battle flared up inside her being, it was mentally challenging her wits. What could she tell him? Why did he want to know?

"I... I have everything under control." She moved away from his warm and comforting palm.

He drew in a sharp breath, as he let his hand fall away.

"Will you eat something, now princess?"

"I said that I am not hungry. Besides why are even paying attention to me? Do you not have anything better to do?" With that question, she turned towards the table and chucked a big fork of creamy custard strawberry truffle.

Heaven blossomed on her tongue as she swirled the splash of flavour around her mouth, she unintentionally closed her eyes and felt her shoulder relax, tension left her physical frame and her mental state turned into a flowing river among the greenest greenery that exist only around the equator.

"You are so beautiful when you do that; in fact 'beautiful' does not even begin to describe you." His voice was so close, his breathe on her neck, and his cologne was a soothing essence to her nerves.

"Leave me alone." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"I can not do that, you are so irresistible. Wish I could just tuck you out of this place to somewhere isolated where you and I could dance to our own symphony."

A slight moan escaped from pit within her. Her eyes flew open and she marvelled at the cannibal act that she had just allowed to happen. Damnit she needed a fierce grip on her wits. They had been married less than twenty-four hours to be precise. Her dress suddenly felt too tight and she took in shallow, laboured breathes to try and generate some oxygen to her brain. Her hormones were ragging already and it was pretty much clear that she was in trouble. She was in more trouble than she had ever been in. Like most people she had bitten off more than she could chew.

"Let me go see if Nicq is okay." She rose from her chair, cleared her throat, and attempted a futile smile.

"You are running away from me princess." He played it cool as he assessed her from top to bottom.

"Maybe that is because my marriage to you was a mistake; there are no mutual feelings between us two. Had I been sane, and not drunk, i would have probably not have agreed to this faux of a wedding. I am not your type and neither are you mine, please understand that. Now stop pestering me around and find a way to annul this phantom marriage." With that, she smiled a sarcastic smile and walked away.

She smiled happily, as she noted that she had made a narrow escape but an escape none-the-less...

Kassandrah had tried out just about any trick that she could think off, the night was turning into a horrible and tedious night as she tried everything in her power to secure herself some type of accommodation. It had been some twenty minutes since Nicq's text had buzzed her phone.

'Sis, your clothes are at Zac's place, don't call. Wont call, get as naughty as you want, you are married now. He's coming to pick you up. have your credit cards XOXO love Nicq.'

Just like that she had been forced into another Zachery situation, she sighed heavily as it was evident that she either sleep at his place or she sleep on the streets. Had it been safe, she would have chosen the later option rather that intruding on her new 'husband.' She had already spent a whole night in his bed and his arms. She was not sure that she could cope with another similar night, oh by Jove she need lots of strength. Maybe injecting some alcohol in her system would not be a bad idea.

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