02

"It would be a shame not stating him."

It was as if Gian suddenly wanted to get angry when she remembered that she had desired Maverick at the very ceremony of their wedding. If she only knew she would not have even looked at it.

Shameless! She did not know that her future husband was too proud and arrogant. She still remembers what he said to her when the priest announced that they can seal their weeding through kissing.

"This will only be on papers." He said then kissed the side of her lips.

What a jerk! As if she wanted to get married at him, too. Huh! He should be thankful that they are in front of priest and their guests because otherwise, her palm already met his face, she would slap him at that time.

"Oh, what’s with frown?" Sandro asked, she was in the chair reserved for her and Maverick but her good husband was at his friends' table, getting drunk.

"I’m regretting it, Sands," she said.

"And why is that. You just finished your wedding ceremony and you're like that right away?"

"Girl, he's so arrogant!" she replied. “If I only knew, I would have said no to this.”

"That’s not what you were telling me earlier," Sandro teased her.

"Sands, I'm dead serious. Yes, at first, I was happy because even though I marry someone I don't love, at least, he looks like that, yummy. But I never thought he was an asshole that will ruin my mood at my wedding day!"

“Yes. He is handsome, a fucking hot," she admitted but what he said to her at the church and the rudeness of his behavior while they were on their way to the reception.

He didn't even help her with her gown when she was getting in the bridal's car. It was just standing behind her, waiting for her to settled herself inside.

"As if you’re not as rude and arrogant of your husband,” Sandro replied to her. She rolled her eyes at her friend.

Sandro laugh and tap her shoulder. "You know what girl, don't pay much attention to your husband's behavior, after all, your marriage is just for convenience. Just enjoy yourselves at least," it added.

She immediately shook his head. "No, thanks, Alessandro. I’m not interested on hi, anymore, he might even think that I was drooling over him,” she answered.

"Oh, why not?" he asked again. He stared at it. Malditang bakla! The taste of mouth soap. "Your mouth is rude; do you know that?" ani n'ya. He laughed at her and then pointed to Maverick's group not far away. "Look at that group of them, they are all blessed. They are said to be his friends?" he asked her.

He shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know anything about that Maverick's life," he replied.

"You were not introduced?" his friend asked in shock.

"What do you think?" she said, sipping from her wine glass.

"Aww, I felt sad for that. Do you just want us to come there?" it still offers him.

He immediately looked at it. "Stop it, Alessandro. You are just going to use me for your flirtation. Let go of that Maverick, I will not push myself into his world," she replied.

"Wow. Fierce," it commented.

"So, are you just here? Just drinking while looking at your guests like that?" he asked again.

He did not answer and just stared at it.

"Oh, girl. That's not fun, come on. Let's go there with our friends, let's have fun there too," he said again.

She did not calm down and let go of it. They went on their friends' table. He only has a few invited friends because firstly, his friends are really few and secondly, his step-mother is the one who arranges for the guests. It was even better and he was allowed to invite himself somehow. "Congratulations to our bride!" Kara, one of her friends cheered, the other friends applauded and also greeted. "Introduce us to your husband, Gi," Brent asked. He stared at it immediately.

"Oh, stop me being gay. I know you; you will inherit this beautiful," he replied while pointing to his best friend Sandro.

"It means, girl. Just introduce yourself, we won't taste it," Kara replied.

"Stand still. You don't seem to know the truth," he said.

Apparently, her friends knew about the deal. Like Alessandro, they were shocked at first but eventually understood his situation. So instead of forcing her to introduce her husband to them, he just let it go and his mother just drank. So, they drank until they were all drunk. She barely remembered what had happened at the reception.

She just woke up the next day to be in a room that he was not familiar with. Everything is unfamiliar around her: from the bed, the furniture and the bedroom itself.

She then gets up and at the same time opens a door from the right side of the room. And from there, Maverick went out. It just wiped the towel off its waist while wiping its hair with a smaller towel. Her eyes widened with the realization of the view in front of her. He was immediately distracted when Maverick turned his back on him.

Holy abs! Why does it open like this in the morning! She mentally said.

Suddenly she became conscious of her appearance. She knew she wasn't ugly even if she just woke up and hadn't washed yet, but she still couldn't help but be disgusted.

She quickly got up and went straight to the bathroom. It was only then that he felt his headache.

"Fuck, hangover!" she muttered as she looks at her reflection from the mirror.

She was expecting to see herself in a messy state, knowing how wasted she was last night that she was knocked out beyond remembering it, she was surprised to see herself clean. Not even a single stain of make-up was seen on her face, she even thought she was able to have skin care based on the texture of her skin.

Shrugging off, she took a shower to ease her headache. Then she came out as well, she was just in the bathroom with a bathrobe.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked Maverick. He was already dressed and wearing a watch when he caught up. He pointed to the door next to the bathroom.

"Walking closet," was his short answer and then he turned his back, it went out of the room. She just stared at its back before entering their walking closet.