ACCIDENTAL HUSBANDS 3💞 THE MEDIA MESS

THE GRAND ENTRANCE

~~ DUNK~~

[Why did you send the packers and movers back?] I have been receiving constant calls from Pond and other associates from JAA. Once Book called as well. But I did not pick up till Love called me asking why I wasn't moving in already. And that's when I very innocently told her that I am expecting my dear husband to come pick me up. I also complained about him not calling me.

Immediately in 15 minutes my phone screen displayed the name of 'The Psycho I Married'. I am getting a hang of this game called marriage already huh?

And now my mission is going to start. Mission Piss-The-Aydin is going to begin. Step one. Make him and the world realize whom he married.

"I will only come if my husband will come to pick me up" I replied plainly.

There was a pause on the other side before he finally replied. [Ok fine.]

"And you will pick all my luggage too." I said looking at the dumbbells of 10 kg I kept in each bag. I have taken it for a day on rent from the guy who stays on fourth floor. He is a gym trainer. I'll return him tomorrow.

Another small pause later... [...Fine.]

"And you will drive me too."

[Are you done?] He replied instantly this time.

"In my car." I said looking out of the window towards my car which was covered with pigeons and their poops because I had asked the old lady across the road to make sure she feeds pigeons on my car roof today. I hope the decoration is enough for a Just-Married car ride.

[What the...]

"Joong Aydin will drive an old Mazda which is now a BMW's look-a-like on the streets of Bangkok himself." I mumbled.

[Dunk... We have somewhere to be today. Important. I will drive you there myself. But I can't take your car and luggage today.] He said somewhat sincerely.

"Why am I going anywhere with you?"

[Because that's the contract condition. You play along whenever I need you as my husband.] He said and disconnected even without letting me say anything.

All my plans went in drain. I threw a glass of water on my car in order to shoo away all the pigeons. But unfortunately it did not help clean the mess I made. It's true that the biter is sometimes bit.

I heard a knock on the door. With a huff I opened the door only to find a few men standing with a boutique hanger consisting of many designer suits, a hair stylist, a makeup artist, a few boxes of shoes, and a huge case with accessories written on top of it.

"Good Morning Sir." They all greeted me unanimously and I kept gaping at label attached on each and everything saying 'For Mr. Dunk Natachai– JAA'

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