Once Divorced Now Desired

Olivia’s POV

I fixed my eyes on the man I was going to marry tonight, and as soon as I met his enigmatic and soulless gaze, I found myself suddenly unable to breathe normally. I was so anxious right now. I inhaled softly and tried to quiet down, but I couldn't even bring my knees together because they were trembling so much. I feel like I'm going to pass away tonight. 

The man in a white suit walked towards me, and my eyes sparked when I finally had the moment to be alone with him. My heart beat so fast that I couldn’t contain my excitement after seeing my crush for the first time. I’ve always seen him on the television, and in magazines, and now he’s really standing right in front of me! 

He said, “Olivia, right?” 

I nodded and shyly extended my hand for a handshake, but he ignored my hand and he just distanced himself with a dark expression. I stopped smiling when I realized he hated me from the moment he first saw me. 

He whispered clearly in his husky voice,  “If this is not about the company and my dying father, I won’t settle for a marriage like this.”

I scowled at him and clenched my teeth in anger. I thought he might be a gentleman, but he's too honest. So I put my head up and smiled at him. "Don't worry, you're not my kind of person. I won't care about you or your life, even if we get married tonight. Nothing will change in our lives." 

He glanced at me, and his gorgeous lips suddenly curled up for a smile, “Indeed.” 

I gave him a dirty look and rolled my eyes. Who does he think he is, anyway? Then he called my name again, and I turned to look at his hand, which was reaching out to take mine because the ceremony was about to start. I gave him a puzzled look and walked past him. He insulted me before, so why is he acting like nothing happened in the last few minutes?

I won't ever take his hand, even if he looks like a Greek god.  

Walking down the aisle, I saw him waiting for me at the altar. Everyone stared at me because I wore a white wedding dress and looked like a princess. I'm holding my mom and dad's hands as they walk me to the aisle, and I'm crying not because I'm happy but because I'm scared of what's coming next in my life. Living in the same house as this man must be a living misery for anyone.

Then, all of a sudden, when I got to the altar, my parents left me for this man. When I looked over at Matthew, who was looking at me, he sighed. We both looked at each other for a long time after he touched my hand.

We both exchanging fake vows, and everyone clapped their hands as the priest said, “You may now kiss the bride,” 

He leaned in close and caressed the side of my face, then whispered, "Can I kiss you?" 

I didn't know what to say because I was too scared to feel his lips on mine, so I just closed my eyes. Suddenly, his lips brushed against mine, and it was a tender, soft, and quick kiss. Then, when I heard everyone clapping their hands, I opened my eyes again, and Matthew was staring at my wet lips.

People were happy that night, but they had no idea...I know nothing at all about the guy I married.