My Arranged Billionaire Husband

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Aria's pov:

The days in bali flew by so quickly, that i didn't even realised it.

We were already in the plane going back to New york. Back to reality.

I sighed.

How i wished those days in bali did not end.

Just me and Allesandro spending time together, nobody to disturb us, away from work, away from stress.

But as they say good things never last and we should enjoy it as much as we can.

We spent our days visiting the temples, waterfalls, diving, shopping and exploring the places.

Well our nights were spent tangled in each other, making love or cuddling.

Our plane is about to land and we are in our seats.

I interwined my hand with him as we descended the airstair.

I was so lost in my thoughts that i did not see the all the reporters waiting, in front of our car.

Damien and a few other guards stayed closer to us while the others went to clear out the space near the car.

"Mr Moretti, is she the one that you got married?"

"Mr Moretti what is the reason you got married to her?"

"Sir, why did the ceremony took place in italy and not here?"

After more such questions thrown our way, we finally got in the car.

"God!" I sighed.

I looked at him and he was looking out of the window.

I locked my hand in his and placed my head on his shoulder.

"Hey." I said to gain his attention.

"Hmm." He answered.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"Nothing." He said and turned his face the other way.

I know that he might be thinking about the reporters. He must be feeling bad that i have to face all of this.

"You know i love you right?" I said.

He smiled, kissed my head and said "i love you too."

The car stopped in front of his penthouse tower and we got out.

As soon as i step out of the car, Allesandro picked me, bridal style.

"What are you doing?" I squealed.

"Tradition baby, or else if Mama gets to know that i did not carry my bride over the treshold she will kill me." He said with a chuckle.

As we entered the front lobby, everyone's there eyes were on us. Some looked at us in awe, others did not care, the receptionist flashed a look of despise.

See i told y'all receptionists have a big problem with me.

He carried me to our home.

"I'm so drained." I sighed as he put me on his soft clould like bed.

"Drained babe? But we haven't done anything on the plane, love." He complained as he hovered over me.

"Oh god Allesandro! You have such a one track mind." I said and pushed him away from me.

"No, well it's your fault only." He shrugged.

"My fault! You know what, let it be, i am going to take a shower." I went in the closet.