So no official consummation of your marriage

Stuck in an Arranged Marriage with the Popular Playboy

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Chapter 5: So no official consummation of your marriage

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*LORI*

I arrive at my parents table, leading Jordan to his assigned seat and sitting him down despite his complaints.

Everyone, including my dear husband, was watching the two of us with confused eyes.

“Yo Jordan are you drunk? Why are you sloughing like that?” Logan asks, putting a firm hand on Jordan’s shoulder.

“Jordie you didn’t, what did I tell you about getting drunk”, Jana starts scolding her little brother all to his distaste.

Now that Jordan was in good hands, well semi-good hands, I am sure Jana will make sure he sobers up, poor Jordan, I circle the table to sit down at my seat.

Right next to Kim Elijah.

To my surprise he leans in to talk to me. His breath smells of alcohol and his eyes can’t seem to focus on my face.

“What’s his problem?” he asks, eyeing Jordan.

“Low tolerance”, I lie, “but what do you care?”

He sends me an annoyed glare.

“You are right, I don’t.”

He pulls away again to stare into the menu instead.

Someone kicks my shin under the table, making me whine under my breath. I look around, finding the culprit the moment my eyes meet those of Logan. He signals me to smile. I shake my head. His brows furrow, he tries again, now telling me to try talking to Elijah. I sag my shoulders, telling him that I don’t want to with just a look of my eyes. He shrugs his shoulders, clearly not caring about that.

Go on, his eyes tell me. Fine, I give in with a slow nod of my head.

“Do you already know what you will be getting?” I ask in your best customer voice.

Yes I decided that using my customer voice was best suited for Elijah.

He turns to me, raising one of his eyebrows in question.

“Why the nice voice?”

“Because I may have been a little too harsh with you, so let’s start over”, I offer him a toothless smile.

“Can you remember the thing I told you about pushing my buttons?”.

I nod.

“Then don’t.”

His brother clicks his tongue in distaste beside him, hitting his arm.

“Eli don’t be rude to her, she is trying”, he murmurs, sending me an apologetic look.

Eli. You can’t even imagine how a nickname so sweet can be Kim Elijah.

“I’m not hungry anyways”, Elijah grumbles as he shakes Noel hand off and stumbles to his feet to disappear to the bar again.

“I’m really sorry for my sons behaviour. I guess that I will have a long talk with him about it”, his father apologizes with shame in his rough voice.

Sangrid and Noel exchange a look at that, shifting on their chairs rather uncomfortably. I don’t really see it however.

“Don’t worry sir”, I assure him, despite the annoyance in my stomach.

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The rest of the wedding celebration becomes one big blur for me, the three cocktails and five shots which I had downed after dinner were doing their job.

I didn’t want to talk to Elijah, nor did I try to keep my composure now that Jana had sent Jordan home to sober up. So of course I got drunk just so I wouldn’t remember anything of the awful night come tomorrow morning.

The next place i find myself in, is the backseat of a limousine with Elijah snoring next to me. I have no clue if it is already morning or still night nor do I know where exactly the driver is taking us to. I feel my stomach twist when the car drives over a little bump in the road. Oh how I wanted to throw up right now.

“Mister Calloway, could you please drive a little more carefully”, I whine, holding my stomach.

“Sorry Mrs. Kim I didn’t know you were awake”, he apologizes, reducing the tempo of the car.

The title with which he had addressed me, makes my stomach twist even more. I glance over to my sleeping husband. His mouth hangs wide open, little snores escaping his throat whilst his head rolls around, leaned against the window. His tie he has loosened and his expensive suit jacket lies safely on the empty seat between the two of us.

“Stupid prick”, I whisper, eyeing him with disgust.

A moment later the car comes to a full stop making me gag from the movement. That was close, my stomach practically aches from the desire to release.

“Excuse me Mrs. Kim”, the driver apologizes once he sees my pained expression in the rearview mirror.

“It’s okay”, I try to smile, but failing miserably as a new cramp in my stomach makes me gag again.

I quickly open the car door to stumble outside. The air is cold and fresh, making breathing so much easier. I am leaned against a high brick wall, taking deep breaths to keep the contents of my stomach down.

“Mrs. Kim are you alright?” My driver asks as he quickly rounds the car and rushes to my side.

I nod, hiding my mouth behind my hand.

“Just take care of Mister Kim. I can manage”, I assure him.

“Of course, I will”, he says bowing deeply at me before he rushes back to the car and pulls a half-awake Elijah from the backseat.

I turn my back to them, making my way inside my new mansion instead.  It was a newly built mansion with a big garden around it. The driveway, made out of grey porphyry, leads down a small decline and high stone walls on each side of the path protected it from the stares of the neighbours. Small lights along each side of the driveway next to the walls illuminated the way to the front door. It was made out of glass with black aluminium holding everything together.

I hold my finger to the scanner next to the doorbell. A short peep follows before the door opens magically all by itself.

“Welcome home Mrs. Kim”, the voice of a computer-generated woman greets me, making my stomach twist once again.

“I already hate this name”, I huff, stumbling inside.

It smells like fresh paint inside, something my sensitive stomach wasn’t happy about. I groan, swallowing down the urge to gag.

Once my uncomfortable shoes are finally off my aching feet I stumble further into the mansion, looking at as much as possible.

I have to admit the mansion was as beautiful inside as it was from outside. White marble floor lined through every room and the clean white walls made it seem even more open.

On my right side lies the big open living room. Tall windows enabled a beautiful view into the garden and the illuminated pool on the terrace. A big white sofa with grey fake fur pillows was located in front of a big television. In the corner next to the sofa I could spot a black piano and a fireplace, which was unlit at the moment.

“Why do we have that? I can’t even play piano”, I mumble before turning my attention to your left side.

A corridor leads to three closed doors, which I figure must be either your own bedroom or your guestrooms. I decide to ignore the right side for a moment, walking to the kitchen on the far end of the house instead, which I could already see from where i was standing.

I plop down on one of the bar stools, resting my head on the big cooking island made out of black marble. The cold stone releases some of the dizziness and after a few deep breaths I feel ready to stand up.

“Okay let’s go. One, two, three.” I breathe out, gathering strength for standing up and getting a glass of water.

The moment the water touches my mouth i am sure i had never tasted water as delicious as this one before. I take another gulp, closing my eyes and enjoying the cold feeling in my stomach.

“Finally I feel better”, I gush, smiling.

“Well I still feel like shit”, Elijah groans, startling me.

I hadn’t even realized that he had come into the kitchen and had watched me gulping down the water.

“You want some?” I offer him a bottle.

He stumbles to my side with stretched out arms, staring at the water bottle like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He basically rips the bottle out of my hands, opening it and gulping it down until even the last drop of the water was down his throat. He ignores the water spilling all over his chin as he does, even as it runs down his neck and soaks his shirt.

“Thanks”, he says, crumbling the bottle and handing it back to me.

“You’re welcome?” I blink, staring at the empty bottle in my hands. Couldn’t he have thrown it away himself?

“I am going to bed”, he says, turning around.

“So no official consummation of your marriage?” I ask with obvious sarcasm in my voice.

“How about you go fuck yourself”, he says, already half way out of the kitchen and not even giving me a second look.

My mouth hangs open as I stare after him in shock. He didn’t actually just say that.  

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TBC