Chapter 6
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Peter and I got married. I just got married to the most handsome man I have ever seen.
He is mine. I am his.
I still cannot believe this. Peter Kain, is my husband, and he knows my deepest, darkest secret and he still married me.
My family approaches and congratulates us, including my father, who seems happier than I have ever seen him.
“You are most welcome to stay the night, Peter. Joey has plenty of room in his house,” my father offers.
“It is most nice of you to offer, Jameson, but I am afraid I cannot. I must accompany my uncle home. My aunt would kill me, if I let anything happen to him,” he jokes, making my father laugh.
“Alright, son. Business is done. Your uncle and I will discuss the contract first thing Monday.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, Jameson,” Peter hands my father his hand and my father seems more than pleased to shake his hand.
What kind of business did they do that has my father grinning ear to ear?
“I will miss you,” Joanna hugs me and starts kissing me all over the face.
“I will miss you too, Joanna.”
“Call me when you get there, okay? Elia told me that your things are getting shipped tomorrow.”
“Yes, she told me too.”
Her eyes fill with tears and so do mine.
“My turn,” Olivia pushes Joanna away and takes me in a big sister hug.
“God, I can’t believe that you are married. You are still my baby sister.”
“Me neither, if that helps.”
“I wish you a very happy life together, Val. You deserve it.”
“I love you,” I cry and take her in a hug.
God, am I going to go through this with everyone?
Jenny comes along and doesn’t even say anything but hugs me.
I kiss her hair and see her crying once I pull away.
Apparently, I had to go through it with everyone and by the time I was done, I was spent.
So many tears, “I love you’s” and hugs. Tonight, I got to experience love from my family, which I haven’t fully experienced in my twenty-five years of life.
It hurts me that I am not going to see them every day, but hopefully it will turn out to be even better than I think.
Peter finally comes to my side and we walk away together. I still cannot believe that I am married.
“How are you feeling?” He asks me as soon as we are out of the tent.
“Overwhelmed,” I say truthfully.
“I know a place, nearby. We could spend the night there and maybe have breakfast with your family tomorrow, before we leave?”
My head spins so quickly toward him that I am surprised I didn’t break my neck.
“What about your uncle?” I ask and he puts both his hands in his pocket.
“I got if figured out,” he winks at me.
It looks like, whenever he puts his hands in his pockets, he feels like the Master of the Universe.
“Are you quite sure?” I ask him again, because this doesn’t feel right.
“Like I said, I got it figured out.”
I bite my lower lip anxiously and he sighs, running both his hands through his hair.
“What?” My voice is so small, because it feels like it is my fault.
“Nothing. Come with me,” he dismisses it too quickly. What did I do wrong?
He leads me to a car, I presume, since he just pulled out car keys from his jacket.
“Don’t you have a chauffeur?” I joke and he smirks.
“Who do you think is taking my uncle home?”
Oh.
“Can you please walk slower? I can’t walk in these heels anymore. My feet are killing me.”
“How about this?” He says as he lifts me up over his shoulder and I yelp as he does so.
“Peter, put me down! Peter, please. I am not a child.”
“We’re almost there,” he says and keeps walking normally, as if I weigh nothing.
“Peter, this is embarrassing. Please!”
It’s hopeless, because he is not putting me down, and I am not even strong enough to get off of his grip.
After a while, I finally give up and just stay silently on his shoulder as he looks for his car.
God, this is so embarrassing. What if someone sees us?
They’ll think he is kidnapping me.
Finally, he puts me down and I feel relieved. That is something I do not wish to experience ever again.
He opens the door to a pricey-looking car and holds it open for me.
“Get in,” he smiles, and I scowl at him.
I get inside and my mouth drops at the beauty of the inside of this car. It’s enormous, has black leather seats, a touch screen, the ceiling is made of glass and you can see the sky through it.
Peter hops onto the driver’s seat and grins at my befuddled face.
“You like it?” He asks and starts the engine.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a Kain Original. It’s a prototype.”
“Impressive,” I murmur as I keep looking around.
“Do you want to see something even more impressive?” He asks, as he holds the car keys in his hands and presses a button.
Before I could even answer, both our seats start going backwards.
“That is impressive, but not mouth droppingly impressive,” I offer him a very sweet smile and he laughs.
“That’s not what I was trying to show you, but good to know you are not easily impressed.”
He bites his lower lip and shakes his head, like he is getting rid of unwanted thoughts.
That’s what I do, too.
“The hotel is ten minutes away from here. I had one of my people book us a room. I wanted to check with you first, in case you need a room to yourself,” he stares at me and I get goosebumps all over.
He truly is a gentleman.
“That’s so thoughtful,” I murmur, and he rewards me with the sweetest smile ever.
“But one room is okay. I mean, we are married and everyone approves of us sharing a room, so why shouldn’t we?” I point out.
He presses his lips together, trying not to laugh, I guess.
“Okay, then.”
And we are on our way to the hotel.
I literally have nothing on me. No money, no phone, no other clothes, no ID.
What am I supposed to wear tomorrow morning? Or call someone if I need help?
Or identify myself if we are pulled over by the police?
I give Peter a quick look and feel guilty. I know, he knows, but what if he expects me to wolf out in the near future and I never do?
Maybe there is something in the contract that states he is allowed to return me to my father, if I never wolf out, or maybe, he is allowed to kill me.
What happens if I never wolf out?
I need to know, otherwise it will drive me crazy.
Looking at Peter again, I open my mouth to say something, but the words just won’t come out.
What if knowing the answer is worse than not knowing?
What do I do then?
Holy Heavenly Gates.
I open my mouth again, but the words fail me once again.
Maybe if I start talking about something else first, it would be much easier to come back to that conversation.
“Peter?” I say, but do not look at him.
“Yes?”
“Hm, well, I have no other clothes except this dress and the heels, and I was wondering, if . . .”
“There are already clothes at the hotel. I had my people make some arrangements. There’s no need to worry.”
My mouth drops open. Does he have everything figured out?
“Okay,” I murmur to myself.
“You mind telling me what is really on your mind?” He asks out of the blue, taking me by surprise.
“I don’t . . .”
“I know what you’re thinking, so you might as well tell me.”
“How do you know what I am thinking?” I cross my arms, stare at him and wait to see what he comes up with.
He quickly turns his head to look at me and grins.
“Your body language gives away more than you would think. You feel guilty and something tells me, it has to do with the fact that you haven’t wolved out yet and don’t know if you ever will.”
My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. You’ve got to be kidding me.
This is unreal. Is his special power mind-reading?
“And from your reaction, I believe I’ve hit the nail right on the head.”
“There’s no way you could know all that just from my body language,” I say in disbelief.
“Valerie, I deal with people every day and I have mastered reading their body language better than you might think. I’ve had some help, I admit it, but it’s impossible for you to keep something from me. I’ll know immediately that you’re hiding something.”
I must say, that is very impressive, even though it does not give me much privacy with my private thoughts.
“And don’t you worry about wolfing out. It will happen eventually.”
“What if it doesn’t?” I say, scared of the answer he might give me.
“Is that what concerns you? What will happen if you don’t wolf out?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I will help you. There are other ways to wolf out.”
“But what if I am human?”
“So, what if you are human? I am half human, too.”
“You know, you look very suspicious to me. I mean, you are a very powerful man, probably ruthless as well, and you are being so nice, so rational and that scares me.”
He laughs and runs his right hand through his hair.
“You think I am ruthless?”
“Isn’t every powerful businessman, you know, ruthless?”
“Not everyone,” he states.
“Peter, I am scared that you will get rid of me if I never wolf out.”
He knows I am being serious.
“That will never happen,” he says, not smiling or laughing anymore.
For an unknown reason to me, somehow I believe him.
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