<If idiots could fly, this place could be an airport>
|Jadesola|
Sunday, July 18, 2021
A 24 carat, gold ring sat perfectly on my finger. Bold and glittering as a result of the sun's meek rays, it attested to the fact that I wasn't Miss Anyalewechi anymore. I bore the surname Fields now.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Nodding absently, I glanced at my mother. "Expensive too."
We stood on the furnished terrace, in a secluded part of Chicago's regional airport, looking over the hustle and bustle of the plane officials as they ensured everything was in good working conditions. My luggages squatted beside me, the wintry breeze quite strong, it nearly knocked off my puffer jacket.
"I'm so happy for you, omo mi and I'm sure your grandfather will be so proud as well." Mom drew closer, her hands on my shoulders. Her brown eyes shone with unshed tears.
She was seeing us off on what she presumed was our honeymoon rendezvous. As if. The main reason we were traveling to Paris a day after our wedding was because Kian had a deal with an Italian man. So I'd coined up this opportunity to further press the claim that we were truly in love.
Despite the intense sadness rolling within my chest, at my hypocrisy, I managed to crack a grin. "I'm happy I got married to the love of my life too. Remember, don't tell anyone about our wedding. We don't want the public's eyes on us every time. Once Kian and I are back, we will be doing the announcement ourselves."
Bullshit. Our intention was to have a quiet divorce once we achieved our aim, aka, my grandfather had added Mother to his will.
"Of course, dear." She cupped my cheeks in a fond manner and bent forward to kiss my forehead. "Make lots of grandbabies for Mummy."
Shaking my head yes, I blushed outwards while inwards I grimaced, bitter. Yeah that won't be happening anytime soon. Or anytime ever.
Kian strode towards our direction, long legs swallowing the distance between us. His gray slacks and white shirt billowed in the wind, the morning breeze ruffling his dark blonde hair. Tussled as it was, it drew attraction to the man's stupidly handsome features, hooded blue eyes and clean shaven jaw. A face I hated.
"We're almost ready to go," he said upon reaching us.
Leaning forward, Kian placed a small peck on my cheek, his cologne, spicy and earthy, washing over me. Irritated, I withheld the urge to wrench my skin from his lips, unwilling to be that close to him, yet having to pretend for my mom's sake.
"I know you guys can't wait to start your romance but hold on. I'm still here!" Mom broke in, humor coated in her tone.
Kian chuckled and raised his dark head. "You can't blame me, Ma'am. Your daughter's charm is too strong for me to resist."
Oh please. I held back the scoff that threatened to escape me.
"Mhmm." My mother smiled, a huge ass grin that stretched her lips wide. "If you don't mind, Jade, I want to tell your husband a few things."
Without waiting for my go-ahead, she drew him aside into a long ass conversation. Normally, I might have been piqued to know what on earth she was discussing with him but at the moment, I had no interest whatsoever. I was still in a daze, courtesy of my marital status.
The breeze stung my eyes, whipping the ginger twists I'd recently plaited into my face as I recalled yesterday's events.
I'd actually told Kian I do in court. It had been a quick affair and the only witnesses were my mother, Chloe and the wedding officials. Chloe had been as surprised as I was but when I'd revealed my grandfather's stipulations to her, she'd conceded.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
