Husband (Sample)

Chapter 3 - My Pet My Wife

Present

Ava

I dragged myself out of the church, looking for Dave's driver, but he was nowhere to be seen. My parents left an hour ago. Mom didn't want to leave me alone, but I didn't want her to stay here and witness my hurt and pain. She had already suffered enough.

"I should have been there for you." I heard a familiar masculine voice. "That fucker doesn't deserve you!"

I drew a deep breath before looking at that man. "And I don't deserve you either," I said, smiling sadly.

He smiled back, shaking his head. "You're precious, Ava. You didn't deserve it." His green eyes were sad and painful. "I could win over you and marry you."

"Beck." I reached out to him. "I didn't want you to win over me. I didn't want you to pay money to marry me. I'm happy you lost that stupid auction. I'm happy that you didn't give money to my father. If you had done that, it would have degraded me...." I closed my eyes as I breathed hard.

"Ava." He pulled me into a hug. I inhaled his familiar bergamot cologne. I buried my face in his chest, feeling his warmth. "I didn't mean to buy you but I wanted to save you."

"You've always been there for me whenever I needed you," I said. "Take me somewhere." I looked at his handsome face. "Make me happy, please."

He caressed my hair lovingly. "Let's go to your favorite restaurant."

"Slow Walker?" I asked. Slow Walker was Beck's first restaurant. When he turned twenty, his father gifted it to him and a year later he transformed it into one of the most famous Mexican restaurants in New York.

He quickly nodded, and a smile tugged at his lips. "Tacos will make you happy."

"Aw.." He knew my favorite food. "Then, let's go."

Before we could leave, someone said from behind us, "Mrs. Francis." I turned around to see a man. He was in a dark suit and stood near a white Range Rover.

"Yes," I said with a frown.

"Hello, my name is Bork Baxter, and I've come here to pick you up," he said politely.

But before I could respond to him, Beckham tightened his grip on my hand. "Tell your master she will not come unless he comes here to take her on his own!" He snapped at him and dragged me towards his black Audi. "He's so full of himself and aggressive. He's a pompous Bastard! I met him that day and I can't forget his face when he won you in an auction."

After ten minutes of driving, we finally arrived at his restaurant. He parked the car in front of a red brick building. Slow Walker was written in bold letters above it. "What would people think about me? Seeing me in a white gown," I inquired with raised brows while picking up my gown trail.

"Do you want me to pick it up for you?" Beck asked, grinning boyishly.

I shook my head. "It won't suit you." I giggled. "Let's go, I'm hungry."

He opened the door for me, and I walked in first.

"Good afternoon, Sir," A man greeted Beck, and then he turned to me, checking me up and down before giving me a polite smile. "Good afternoon, ma'am."

I nodded at him, feeling weird. He probably was wondering why I was in a wedding gown and where my groom was.

Beck ignored his employees and led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and kept my gaze on the table because every pair of eyes was on me. They watched me as if they had never seen a girl in a white gown before. Slow Walker was famous in midtown, so it was obvious that a lot of people were there at this time. It was always full of people, whether day or night. I grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down at once.