Pretend Wife

Chapter 15

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Kelly's POV

Whenever mother brought about the marriage 'subject', my sisters would laugh it off saying they would simply marry some rich men and live in mansions but never have children.

My case was a whole lot different, that is according to father dearest. He said my marriage better fill his pockets or I was never getting married.

"Who could love a such piece of shit you are?" Mother would retort smirking whenever I looked hurt.

My father would laugh and I bet he wanted to scream 'nice one honey' or 'burn her babe'. At least I don't lack in imagination.

"But, here I am really am getting married," I told myself, "and to the great Maximilian Conrad."
I chuckled at the last part. My father was getting what he wanted in the first place, my marriage would make him drip with money. Too bad he sold me off, ha! Look who's laughing now!

God, I really am losing my mind. I thought laughing at my weird joke.

"Please tell me it's the wedding that is making you go nuts or I'll have to bring my future wife to a shrink."

I turned to see an amused Max leaning on the counter in all his gorgeousness. Being in the kitchen reminded me of what had happened some days ago. The way his body fit perfectly with mine, his toxic kisses. If I hadn't been afraid of regret, I would have ended up as one of his 'women'.

"No," I replied weakly not facing him, "it's just the pressure. We only get married once so, you know."

I focussed back on my cooking and surprisingly, nothing was burnt. Whew.

I jumped up when strong arms held me from behind pulling me against a strong chest I was getting used to.

"Take a deep breath," Max said his lip touching my ear which made my heart beat fast, "it's normal to feel a lot of pressure. But if it makes you feel any better, you're gonna make the beautiful bride."

Cue for cheeks blushing and insides turning to mush. This man makes me feel weird things I've never felt before.

"Thank you." Man, my voice was pathetic. "You won't be that bad yourself."

"I know." He cockily said kissing my cheek.
He turned me around and leaned his forehead against mine. His breath fanned my lips and dragged my attention to his tempting lips that I wanted to kiss but am not that bold. Chicken.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath then opened them, they looked like dark gray eyes on a long rainy day. They're so beautiful.
His hand on my waist pulled me closer to him and my breath hitched as a crazy chill run all over my body.
"You're breathtaking."

His voice was sexy and hot, am doomed.
I felt something sharp poking at my stomach, weirdly. I was about to check when Max sniffed. He sniffed?
"Something's burning."

Oh no, the food.
It was too late for the macaroni and cheese. One half was overcooked and the other undercooked. I never fail, I should never fail.

Fear took over and I started trembling all over. I burnt the food again, he won't forgive me. I didn't want to do it. I swear.

Oh god, he's gonna kill me this time. "P-please don't hurt me. I... Am sorry, it w-won't happen a-again. I-I didn't w-want to do it...P-please."