MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 8

Ann’s POV

Getting married suddenly to a total stranger is a huge turn-off for me. Despite this, I find myself getting ready for dinner.

I really don't know what to think about it, but I want to give it a try. Try to see if I can get Ryan’s attention with this.

Tessa should be in New York tomorrow, and we can get to talk more about this. Surprisingly, I got over this near-rape incident faster than I thought. Faster than I first did.

Viewing the beauty and grandeur of the mansion Vince calls home is enough to keep me preoccupied throughout the day.

Aside from talking on the phone with Tessa, going around to see the state-of-the-art facilities in every section of the house kept me busy.

I still have a lot of places to explore. I know there are two swimming pools in the courtyard, as well as a gym downstairs.

As soon as I step out of the room wearing one of the clothes I had packed in my bags when I came to New York, I almost bump into someone.

The maid.

She is the same woman who brought me both breakfast and lunch in bed today.

“Hi,” I wave at her shyly, wondering how I am supposed to regard her.

In response, she nods with a smile. “The table is set. Boss asked me to inform you.”

I raise a brow. Vince mentioned that we would meet for dinner, and I interpreted that as having dinner together.

“Isn't he joining me?” With curiosity, I ask her. The smile does not leave her lips as she lifts her head to stare at me properly.

“He probably will.”

I want to ask her if he is too busy to come downstairs. I am willing to wait until he completes his task.

But I know he must be busy. Men like him have a lot on their plate. He is probably the CEO of several companies.

That should explain how vastly built and furnished the mansion is.

Vince is not just anyone, but a wealthy one.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling back at her, and she turns to leave while I stay to debate whether to go check on him in the room.

If we were still total strangers, this would feel awkward, and I wouldn't consider going to his room.

However, we are not only strangers, but also married to each other.

We may not share a room, but I have the right to enter his. With his permission, though.

I should knock.

Before I can think further about the thought in my head, my legs move towards the door.

With my gaze fixed on the mahogany door that is different from mine, I raise a fist to knock.

I don't hear anything, so I strain my ears to know if he's even inside when I hear the curse words I've become accustomed to.

“Cazzo!”

He is there.

Is he on the phone? Perhaps I should leave. Let him finish his work and meet me in my room.

Realizing this man is not as idle as I am, I start to move away, my thoughts moving back to the real intention of my visit to LA.

Ryan and work.

The door suddenly opens, and as I quickly turn around to apologize for interrupting whatever he was doing, my gaze lands on Vince's half-naked body.

The man I found myself married to.