The act of marriage( Book 1)

CHAPTER 12: Blond Bimbo brings out bad Addyline

ADDULINE'S POV:

I was furious, like a ticking bomb that was waiting to be tempered with and explode. The one person who would temper with me was Vladimir Slavich and I would explode on him like a nuclear bomb. I could not believe the way he treated me, he was going to pay dearly for this. I hoped we were about to arrive at the airport because sitting so stiff for an hour was not adding up well with my hot and flared anger.

I wondered what happened back there that could have made him so angry. He didn't have to shout at me like that to see how boiling angry he was. I got a weird feeling in my bones that told me that if I made a move he would surely break loose. This kind of behaviour was not normal nor was it right for him, he looked like he was ready to kill someone. I still would not let him get away with speaking to me like that but for now, I would let him cool off.

Not to mention the way he had called me off that we needed to go and enjoy our honeymoon when it was going to be a business visit, how could he be so stupid? He let his anger put words into his mouth that could jeopardise this whole contract.

Oh no! What if his grandfather now knew the truth. Agggh! That would be humiliating on my side, he would probably think that I did this for the money, well I did, but the money was to save someone's life... who was I kidding, it was still the same thing.

I sighed out of relief as I saw us approaching the Airport. I just wanted my own space away from the brooding beast next to me. It was obvious that he would take us into his private jet so it was probably going to have a bed and some luxurious things he didn't even need in a plane.

We arrived at the back entrance since we did not want the paparazzi delaying our flight even more. We then headed straight to the corridors which lead to the section where Vladimir's plane or jet abode. I bid farewell to Brodie while Vladimir completely ignored him. How were we going to survive in the Caribbean without bodyguards or was it that his fame only resided here? I snorted at my own thoughts because I knew that this man was probably known by millions of people in each country.

Vladimir looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. I just looked away out of embarrassment realising that I had snorted louder than I thought.

We reached a sleek black and white jet with the initials V. SLAVICH written on it. Well, at least he was not that narcissistic as to put a picture of himself there too. I started climbing up the long stairs and as I reached the opening I could already smell the fancy interior that screamed "new".

A private jet was supposed to be fancy especially when it was for rich people like Vladimir, but this was far from fancy; it was exquisite, gorgeously simple yet artistically difficult. It consisted of the colours black, cream and scarlet as the main interior colours. I started walking in slowly with my mouth agape. Who wouldn't? The damn floor was fluffy, it felt like I was walking on clouds while it was just the beautiful scarlet carpet. The seats were of luxurious cream and brown and they could bend in all directions and front of them were long and wide screens which I guessed to be mini televisions. There was a small but big enough lounging area with an even bigger flat screen and a black couch. At the very back, before you proceeded to what I thought was the bedroom, there was a well-crafted kitchen with a coffee maker, spoons, pans, a weird-looking stove... everything. I was still looking around overwhelmed by how such a place could actually have all the house interior things one could need and want. I mean the jet could as well count to be a house of the air.

I was about to enter the bedroom but Vladimir opened the door and stepped out while fixing his shirt which was halfway down his body. I backed away looking at how fast he had changed out of his wedding suit into something more homely.