8
ARTEMISIA
There were a lot of things I would not wish to happen to me. I had made a bucket list full of them.
But, not in my wildest dreams would I have thought I was going to be the bride of the stranger I often fantasize about.
After the first day we had met, which was two years ago, I hadn't seen him again until today.
Yet, it didn't stop me from thinking about him often.
Being wedded to him was nothing like I had imagined.
I had thought him to be a sweet and caring man. Someone that would be my knight in shining armour whenever I was distressed.
Someone that would comfort me whilst wrapping his strong arm around me.
It was absurd!
I should not have thought of all that because I realized now that they were all wishful thinking.
The man beside me, the freaking hunk that the minister had joined with me, was an obnoxious jerk.
He wasn't like the man I had envisaged. Rather, the opposite.
Although he hadn't made a lot of nasty comments, with the ones I had heard him say, I wished I was single once again.
But, what was I expecting? I guessed a prince that I had often dreamt of or the imaginary love of my life I had painted in the deepest part of my mind.
"Hey, wifey!"
I swirled whilst glaring at Julie as she tugged my hand.
"Your husband is such a hottie! He's dope and freaking dripping in finesse. I mean, look at him…"
I squinted whilst glancing at where she was pointing to.
I'd admit he was somewhat sexy. Yet, he was still the jerk he was and that was how I would probably refer to him since I didn't know his name yet.
I glared at him whilst our eyes locked.
He winked, then shrugged.
"See, he has the attention of all the women here. You are so lucky, babe." Julie sighed wistfully.
My eyes travelled around at her assertion. Indeed, every woman present was staring at him.
Whether married or not.
I don't know whether I should be glad my husband was an attractive man and a walking magnet to the opposite sex or maybe it was a sign that the relationship was meant to be doomed in the first place.
A gorgeous full-figured brunette flung her arms around him.
I grimaced as my jerk of a husband hugged her back.
My hand balled into a fist and I held it by my side as she went further to kiss him on his lips.
It might just look like a brush on his lips, but it was still the same thing to me.
She straightened and her eyes sought mine out. She winked and smirked.
A feeling which wasn't familiar swirled within me. But, I know what it was even if I hadn't felt it before towards any woman because of a man.
Jealousy!
That green-eyed bitched surfaced and gripped my heart. I felt like smacking the brunette as she began to fill my husband's exposed bicep.
I wondered what would happen if I punched her freakishly gorgeous face.
I was sure of two things, either I broke her fake nose beyond repair and made my husband file a divorce for fighting with his guest or having my parents disowned me because they had promised to do so if I tried anything funny before the wedding even began.
I wasn't violent per se but the first option seemed tempting because I would like to see her shriek whilst holding her disentangled nose.
Even the thought and image of seeing her in agony made me giggle.
"Well, that's an evil laugh," Julie mumbled. "Ha, I see!" She exclaimed whilst narrowing her eyes.
"You are jealous of her right?"
I knew who she was talking to as she nodded towards the b*tch that was still flanked by my husband's side.
However, I chose to ignore her question.
"Don't be darling. Sinclair chooses you to be his queen." She said.
"Who's Sinclair?"
"You don't know who Sinclair Steele is?"
I shook my head as she questioned back.
She eyed me for a brief second, then facepalmed. "Geez!"
"What?" I asked, frowning.
I wonder who the person was. But, he must have been an important figure due to how Julie was taking it as a big deal because she began to glare at me.
"I know you are oblivious and all. But, how can you not know Sinclair Steele is your husband? The Sinclair Steele of Sin Inc."
"What?!"
"Yes, your husband is the CEO of Sin Inc. The place you would be going for an interview tomorrow."
Sinclair Steele was my husband and the interviewer on my report!
I didn't know.
But, I wasn't to be blamed. Or maybe I was. If I had tried asking my parents about the man they had sold me off to, it would have prepared me to know I was wedding my, maybe future boss.
"Where has your head been, all this while?"
"It's not my fault the marriage deal didn't come with a name tag. At least, I wasn't given off to an old man." I giggled slightly.
Maybe, being with an old man would have been better because I had heard a lot of things about the owner of Sin Inc.
It might be just a rumour. I had seen it like that. But, due to how he had behaved towards me earlier. I was beginning to think that they were right.
He might not seem like the devil they had stated because I hadn't seen him sprout out some wings or horns.
What I know was, he was an arrogant jerk and he didn't even try to hide that he was.
