It was a good thing it all paid off.
However, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do now. I should be happy because it meant my life was going to shift into a direction I thought I’d never experience before. With the Horndale inheritance and the Moda Auteur business, I basically went from rags to riches in a single sweep.
The main problem was what I would do with my life with Daxter. I did love having sex with him and to be honest we did have good chemistry but… did I love him? Did I even like him enough to live with him permanently for the rest of my life? Everything started as a ruse to fool all these people but was it possible that I could truly fall for Daxter Horndale?
…or did I already fall for this ridiculously handsome and daring man?
I had time to think about it. For now, I could just relax, soak in the triumph, and show my affection and support to my “husband.”
14
Daxter
When we got home, all I could think about was how my life was going to change. Ever since Gary died, there was the lingering feeling of failure that never left me alone. The fear of losing out on everything my family had just glued to my mind no matter what I did. Now that I had proven my worth to my parents and got their approval, I felt a heavy weight suddenly lifted off my back.
By the time we got home, Noelle was a little drunk and exhausted. I didn’t try to push for sex this night. All I wanted was to let her feel appreciated. I guess I could come up with something tomorrow or the next day. I just picked her up out of the car and carried her to the condo.
“Hmm, are we home yet?” she asked groggily as we walked through the main front door. “I smell donuts.”
I chuckled and said, “Yes, we’re home. Yes, we have donuts. They’re on the table.”
Noelle gently opened her eyes but even as she tried to strain her neck and look for food she was obviously tired and drunk. She slumped back down and allowed me to place her in the middle of the bed.
“Babe,” she called out. “I love you.”
I felt my heart stop and I had to look at her to make sure I wasn’t imagining things. Did she just call me babe? Did she just say she loved me? I took a double-take glance at her and yes, she was still lying down and was still in a drunken stupor but there was no denying she just said what I thought she said.
“Babe? Come here, I feel a little cold,” she then muttered softly. It was so weak it was barely louder than a whisper.
Quickly I took off my clothes, adjusted the room’s temperature and then slid onto the bed and hugged her close. I wrapped us both with the comforter and gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, “Thank you. I couldn’t have done all of this without you. If you didn’t agree to this insane idea then I’d still be a loser.”
“And I’d still be working nights at the club stripping for old perverts and drunks,” she added with a grin on her face. Noelle then opened her eyes, turned to face me and stared straight into my eyes as she said, “You still didn’t reply to what I said earlier.”
How was I supposed to reply to that?
Time seemed to come to a complete halt as her words cycled over and over again in my head. My mind tried to make sense of everything that had happened but no matter what I did, I couldn’t resist the temptation of just staring blankly back at her. I was just too distracted by her beauty and the way she just looked at me. Her lips were barely an inch away and all I could think about was leaning in and giving her a long, deep and passionate kiss.
“I love you too,” was all I could say. The words just came out of my mouth. “I’ve loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Maybe that was why I felt comfortable bringing up this fake marriage idea to you in the first place. I just knew I’d be happy with you even if you never loved me back.”
Noelle closed her eyes, kissed me on the lips and then said, “You know there’s no one else in the world that I?
??d rather be with right now than you? You’re the perfect catch for any girl and yet I get to call you mine. You’re handsome, you’re smart, you’re famous and you’re rich. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you care for me and I really love the way you fuck me.”
“I thought I was just another spoiled billionaire who only knew how to drink and fuck?” I asked her.
She giggled a bit and licked my lips before she said, “Well, you were a spoiled billionaire but now you’re this resourceful, hardworking and faithful billionaire who still loves to drink and fuck. The good thing is you now do the latter with me and only me.”
There was a lot of truth in those words. Ever since we got together, I did everything in my power to avoid seeing other girls. I didn’t want the public to think I was cheating on the girl I just married. That did mean saying good-bye to some bombshells like Tatyana but in the long run, I didn’t care anymore. I had everything I could ever ask for in Noelle.
“I love you,” I told her. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”
“Should we repeat our wedding vows now that this marriage becomes real?” she asked me. “When we first got married we were just pretending we cared and we were just pretending to be a real couple. Now it’s real.”
My fingers combed through her hair and I gave her a kiss on the forehead, “Noelle Stanley, do you accept me, Daxter Horndale, to be your beloved husband?”
“I do,” she answered with a smile. “Daxter Horndale, do you accept me, Noelle Stanley, to be your beloved wife?”
“I do,” I replied and gave her a kiss.