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Part Twenty one

Asa

Today, Kieran and I got married at The Tribeca rooftop.

We were now on our way to the honeymoon destination in his private jet. I didn't even know where because he refused to tell me, no matter how many times I asked.

The whole ceremony was a blur, It went by so fast that I couldn't even get a grasp of what was happening.
It wasn't the best experience of my life. It wasn't what I envisioned my wedding to be.
I mean it was grand, I was marrying into one of the richest families in the country after all,
But it felt like an out-of-body experience. Like it wasn't happening.

They were also a lot of guests whom I had never met before. High-profile people who would probably not even associate themselves with me, unless it was on a strictly business basis.

I was all fake smiles.

The only upside was the presence of my siblings and my best friend and employees who were happy to see me get married.

Shawn was also at the wedding although he left so early that I didn't get the chance to talk to him.
I sent him an invitation because Yemi suggested I should, even though he still refused to pick up my calls, and he responded.
Which was surprising, considering how we ended our last conversation.
I've been thinking of meeting up when him when we get back

The worst of it all was that Kieran was still ignoring me for whatever reason.
He's barely even looked at me.
The only time he looked at me directly was when we were exchanging our vows and during our couples' dance.

I didn't know what his problem was.

Even now, he was directly across from me, legs crossed. While Focused on the laptop in front of him.
I know he was working but it's annoying I brought work with him to our honeymoon.
Yeah I know it wasn't a real marriage but it's still annoying.
He was the one who wanted to get married not me.
But why was he not talking to me?
I huffed internally, Flipping my hair in annoyance.
I had taken my braids out and got a silk press for the wedding, to make it more manageable.
I looked so good today, not that kieran seemed to notice.
Looking at him seated there, I wanted to kill him. I felt invincible, and not in a good way.

After what felt like forever, which it probably was 'cause it was an eighteen-hour flight.

Kieran opened the door to the bedroom at the back of the plane where I had fallen asleep, to inform me that we'll soon be landing.

An hour later, we got into a waiting car at the airport in the Maldives.

We were driven to a resort and then escorted by an attendant to a villa in the private section of the resort.
The villa was huge and beautiful, decorated in very classy and sensual white gold tones.

And we had it all to ourselves.

I was alone with the devil.
And At that moment it hit me that I was married to him. I would now be living with him for God knows how many years.
We would share the same bathroom, sleep on the same bed... sleep with each other.
Kids might even come into the picture.

I tried to picture small Kieran lookalikes running around our home and I felt a pang of longing followed by dread.

I don't think this is going to work.

I was now Kieran Preston's wife.

I went upstairs to the room where the attendants had dropped our luggage.

I needed to freshen up.

An hour later, I went back down to the living room to find Kieran seated on the couch working once again.

I can't take this anymore.

"What's your problem?" I asked from across the room, my voice echoing in the silence between us.

"What do you mean?'"His eyes were on me now, the skin between his eyebrows wrinkling in a confusion that I know was feigned.

Bullshit.

"Don't play with me Kieran" I warned, I was slowly getting worked up.

"Is this how it's gonna be? you've been acting weird for the past two weeks. You don't speak to me unless I say something to you first. You've barely even looked at me!" I cried.

My eyes became teary. Which proved futile because this asshole still didn't react, what was he made of?
I was baring myself to him, and his only reaction was to lean back further on the couch without a word of acknowledgment.

"fuck you," I told him coldly. Turning my back on him, I ran up the stairs back to our room.

Another update coming up later. stay tuned.