I feel like I want to vanish into thin air in an instant. Kissing Luke is the last thing I ever want to do.
But we have to finish the procession. Besides, everyone is watching.Everyone. Including Jude, who is now happily standing with his new date, as if he's done nothing wrong to me.
Right. The thought of him daring to step into this place with his new girl and make another hurricane inside my heart is enough to cause rage to consume my body.
And did you see how he eyed me earlier when I walked down the aisle? It's as if he challenged me to go on with this bullshit in front of his eyes.
I clench my jaw while Luke's face draws closer to mine, our noses touching. But then, he tilts his head slightly to lean closer to my ear, and I can hear his light chuckle.
My blood boils even more. He must have realized that my mind is somewhere else, definitely occupied with jealousy and frustrationdue to the sight of my ex-boyfriend. Then I realize that if I show how distasteful I am about this marriage, it will only entertain Jude.
"Still thinking of not kissing me?" Luke whispers in my ear, so softly, his breath tickling my skin.
And blood rushes through every vein in my body, the anger in me escalating. Luke focuses back on my lips, and that's when I crash my lips against his, surprising myself.
Damn you, Luke.
I can feel him smile in our kiss before he kisses me fiercely, pulling me closer to him, while I wrap my hands around his neck.
The atmosphere in the garden brightens, the guests cheering and applauding as the ceremony ends, marking the day when Ibelong to him.
10
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CASSIE
After our wedding, I have to live in Luke's house in New York. Even though it will only be for one year, I can't help but wonder how I'm going to survive that hell.
Since I'll be taking a break for a while, neither Oscar, Peter nor Paul comes with me. It breaks my heart to be apart from them because I'm used to having them during difficult times, and now I already feel like an alien even before I enter Luke's house.
And worse, Luke has chosen his own security around his house so he doesn't need Mike trailing me all the time—he wouldn't just allow someone whom he doesn't trust yet to enter his house.
However, he still allows Mike to be my bodyguard when I go out of his house, which, I suppose, I will have to get his permission for first.
My mind and body are extremely tired because of the wedding and all these worries that I can't help but fall asleep in Luke's private jet during our journey from LA to New York.
At least, I wouldn't see Luke in my dreams—that's better than having to look at his face for hours.
When we land in New York, I already miss my team. We walk toward the arrival gate, surrounded by Luke's bodyguards, and as usual, some people are already trying to catch up with our pace to snap pictures of us.
"Jesus, Cassie, I guess that I'll have to get used to this from now on," Luke mutters, and I just smirk in response.
Who says that I didn't warn him? I did say that he would regrethis decision of marrying me, and getting his privacy ruined by strangers and paparazzi is just one of the things that he has to sacrifice.
We're getting closer to the glass door of the arrival gate, and I can see that a lot of my fans have gathered for me, waiting to see me. To my surprise, Luke takes my hand and laces his fingers through mine.
I glare at him, and now it's his time to smirk in return.
Damn it. I can't curse or yell at him for holding my hand in public, because in the eyes of all these people around us at the airport, we're a happily married couple, currently the most talked-about celebrity newlyweds.
"Might as well feed the paparazzi with our public display affections," he teases, while I'm trying my best not to growl in irritation.
The glass door of the arrival gate opens, and we step out, facing dozens of my fans screaming my name. I'm used to it, and I secretly wish that their loud screams would make Luke's ears deaf.
I wave at my loving fans and notice that the number of them has increased significantly compared to the last time I arrived in LA from Barcelona.
Perhaps, it's because all the false rumors have been clarified. But then, when I notice some girls staring at Luke like they're being hypnotized, drooling, I know that some of them are here to see Luke too.
