I'm Married
Chapter 21
"Denying what suits me better? I don't care what people think I am Ashley..."
"But is it what you are, isn't it?" She cocked a brow and he frowned.
"Don't test my patience Ash, when it comes to you..it becomes so thin." He warned and she scoffed.
"Empty threats. You've been warning me ever since Highschool, I wonder when you'd get the caliber and hurt me." She smiled as if enjoying her favorite show.
"Oh, trust me, darling. I could do more than just hurt you, I can destroy you as well." He said, and she nodded.
"Oh wow, never knew I could be destroyed. Buts it's okay, getting destroyed by you is one thing...and getting married to you is another thing but I'd rather choose getting destroyed." She chuckled at her own words.
Mikhail shook his head, standing up and leaving the Sitting room.
He'd let her have that one as a win but she knew who was the Boss, there was no denying that.
Walking into his room, he pulled out the coat he had worn to the underground and zipped down the pocket.
He pulled out the invitation card, he had pocketed earlier the day when he had received it.
'A party with the President.'
Dropping the card, he kicked his feet to the closet and pressed a button.
The wall divided into two, and he smiled.. picking a blue suit out of the closet.
There was no need to attend the president's party.
Even though the man knew who controlled the City, the president answered him alone.
But still, he wanted people to cower in fear, he wanted them to keep in mind that he was still there to make sure they were in check and most of it all, he wanted them to see his wife.
Ashley Mazza was nothing but a troublemaker and a firecracker but there was no denying the beauty she possessed. The curves and the glory, he possessed them all.
Dropping the suit on the bed, he walked out of his room back to the sitting room and she was still there..still sitting at that exact spot which made him wonder if she was a robot sometimes.
"Get prepared, we're leaving very soon." He mumbled, standing at the top of the stairs.
She frowned.
"And where are we going to? And why I'm I knowing about that now?" She asked, and he laughed.
"Stop acting like a Boss Ash, just get in your room and get yourself prepared for a party. You're lucky that you're going to be greeted by the president himself tonight." He said and walked away.
Ashley processed his words and her eyes widened.
'Were they going to a party? And the president would be there as well?' She wondered, smiling as she did.
Honestly, she didn't like the president.
The man looked cocky and she was sure, he had bribed his way up there.
Rushing to her room to get prepared, she had a lot going on in her mind, and one was to see to it..that her monster gets a little bit humiliated tonight.
*****
The party was not like she had imagined.
This was huge, spacious and hell..she had never been to one of these before.
She was still inside the limousine and her monster was sitting close to her on the other seat.
"Are we going in? Or are we going to sit here till the party is over?" She asked, staring out the car window.
"You seem eager to be in there, never been to a party?" He asked and she rolled her eyes, clutching her dress as she did.
There was no denying the handsomeness of Mikhail Mazza.
He was handsome, tall, and perfectly created. He had a blue tuxedo suit on and he had redo-made his hair.
He was looking like a King.
And she? She was more than satisfied with her looks.
She was wearing a strapless red gown that swept the floor as she walked.
Her makeup was top notch and it was all due to the ladies Mikhail had called over after she had applied her scary-looking makeover as Mikhail had called it.
She looked like a Queen, and somehow she felt like one.
"Shall we?" He turned and she nodded, seeing that the door was opened.
Sliding her hand through her elbow to intertwine their hands together, she gave him a wide smile as they both got down.
Paparazzi's hurried over to them but the guards kept them far from touching them.
"Mr. Mazza, we never thought we'd see you here?"
"Sir, please may I ask about the woman with you?"
"She looks like a Queen, who is she to you?" And questions kept coming.
Just as they were about to get to the top of the stairs, he paused and she turned to him.. cocking her brows as he turned around and faced the paparazzi.
"She's my woman, she's my wife." He said and smiled.
Ashley felt her soul leaving her body.
What the heck was he doing?
"And my wife's name is Ashley Mazza." He smiled at them before turning around and leaving them all jaw dropped.
"What was that?" She whispered, staring at him, her eyes wide open and her mouth almost dropping.
"Close your mouth Ashley, we're in a public place for God's sake." He teased and she frowned.
"Why the heck did you introduce me as your wife? I am not your wife and I never will be." She whispered again and he chuckled.
To the outside people, they were whispering sweet words, seeing as she pressed herself up to reach his ears before speaking.
"I am going to scream if you don't start talking." She threatened and he huffed.
"I dare you to try that, try it and consider everything you've done so far a waste of your effort sweetheart." He mumbled.
"Mr. Satan." The man that had just walked to them gave him a slight bow and he smiled.
"How I've you been Jose?" He asked.
"I have been really fine, trying to check if LA or Seattle would do me good." The man named Jose mumbled to have Mikhail laugh.
"And who is the young lady with you? She's eye-catching."
"Let your eyes wander from her Jose, she's my wife." He answered.
"Yeah, I know what you mean and...
"She's your what?" The man asked again, with widened eyes.
"My wife, as you can see Jose.." Raising his palm so the ring could be seen.
"I'm Married!"
TBC
