Gatekeeping (High Society Book 2)(Completed)

18| Plotting

I forgot how tiring traveling can be, worst when there is an upset grandmother on the flight who has been repeatedly lecturing Mia about her behaviour.

She caused quite an uproar in both American and Turkey. For people know the wealthy circle, they were surprised to get such shocking news of a marriage between the two families, Ellis and Trent. This bitch posted a single phone of kissing with the red ribbon still attached to the ring.

The moment we land become an hustle as the media here in Turkey flocks the airport possible exits. I haven't seen so much security since the beach party we went to. We had to be cover from all angles to enter the car that took us to the Trent's residents. It was nothing like our home in California for it was build a castle with modern designs. The property was huge and the large gates kept the media out as it drove up to the house.

Mia was sent to her room as her büyükannen told the staff to pack her things and to bring her to her parents home. Hearing of where she will end up, Mia argued. "I'm not going back büyükannen."

"You are leaving this house today. I've told you this marriage was a private event and you've ruined it. Get out of my sight and don't return unless your parents are with you. I hate brats and if you continue acting like one then you'll be sorry with what I do to you." The old woman threatened as her granddaughter started crying as she ran up the stairs. She turned to us with a forced smile. "Bring your wife to your old bedroom. Lunch will be sent up."

We thanked her before following my husband who leads me up to the second floor. We went all the way down the hall though a couple hallways until he stopped a a single brown door. He opens it up to see our luggage by the closet untouched as the room itself. It seems it wasn't his room at all, if not for the bookshelf with comic books, Pokémon toys and few Lego sets.

It was a regular guess bedroom but the best thing about it was the view outside the window. I could see houses for miles and the ocean in the distance. The architecture of some buildings I saw reminds me a lot of ancient Greeks and mythologies. The sunset was another thing and I smiled at the sight. "It's a beautiful."

"Yes you are." He teased and I turned, seeing as he undress. " I thought you said that dress was a bit itchy."

"Oh, yeah." I agreed, caught watching him but I didn't care. I liked the sight, I liked everything. Walking further into the room, I stared undressing too while keeping my eyes on him.

"I know that look. What is on your mind?" He asked, moving closer and only in his boxers.

"I'm just in disbelief at my life. You're truly amazing in more ways than one. It's like a freaking fairytale and we're moving to the happily ever after. I'm was just a simple girl from the Caribbean, mainly Jamaica. I live in the urban areas where I see, witness and experience poverty. Things changed and I moved, I met you and it's magical. Many expected you to be with someone more fitted like a cheerleader in high school, or with a perfect girl who would look great on your arm as you okay football. It just seems so good to be true. You're perfect and cliché." I expressed, reaching out to touch his thick thighs.

"Babe..."

"I know you were worried that I would change my mind or have second thoughts last minute, but I didn't. I wasn't thinking about anything else but seeing you and imagining our future together. Despite all this, I don't feel like I deserve you in a weird sense. I was a little insecure once and thanks to you it's practically gone. I'm just grateful for you; for your love, kindness, friendship, honestly and support. One thing I can't get over though and it's this body, I'm happy to be your wife religiously and spiritually, but one day lawfully. I love you." Instead of kissing anywhere near his face, I kisses his chest then put my arms around him in a tight hug.