This morning, I was Imela August Barau, and now I am Imela August Plane.
Imela August Plane.
The name echoed in my head as we returned from the chapel in a ride Oliver had booked.
My world has changed in only a day, and yet it wasn't a dream; it was all reality, a reality I was a part of. A reality I had a hand in making. It was a perfect reality—one I wouldn't change for anything else.
I loved him, and he loved me, and together, we will face the world that stands in our way.
He was brave and strong, and I will learn about courage and what it means to stand tall against a world that challenges our existence.
I felt a pair of warm fingers entwining in mine, and I turned from the window where I had lost myself, carelessly staring out over to him.
"Hey, wife."
Wife. That term belongs to me now.
I was indeed his wife, and he was my husband, my lawfully wed husband.
"Hey, husband," I played along.
"Where are we going?" I asked before adding, "Or you have not thought that far ahead yet?"
His mouth twitched to the side as if diving into deep thought. "Well, now that you have mentioned it, I haven't."
I laughed out loud and covered my mouth to hide the noise. "You know I love it when you laugh without care, and now I will see you laugh forever. What a blessing it will be."
I pressed my lips together, my cheeks burning at his words. I never liked my laugh; I felt it sounded weird, and I always wanted to cover it up with my hand to my mouth. He heard my laugh at a corny joke he told at the end of our first date, and he told me I had a lovely laugh. I told him he was joking, and he said it was the first time he had heard someone laugh without care, and he found it adorable.
"Where are we going?"
"I booked us a reservation at the Chevron hotel." He answered.
I couldn't ask him how he knew the nooks and crannies of Las Vegas because he told me how he and Seth started coming here after his seventeenth birthday.
Seth, who was twenty then, gambled a lot and took Oliver along because he was good with numbers. They were chased out of each casino but always found another. They never told their parents; Seth would have gotten into big trouble if they did, so they kept it a secret.
Oliver met many women during those times, but many of them only ever wanted his money because he looked rich. They were never interested in him, though, not really.
Their gambling continued until two years ago. Seth burnt out his college fund, which was how their parents discovered he had dropped out of business school.
Oliver continued coming to Las Vegas alone, but to meet up with women. He kept this up until a year ago when his parents found out and ended it.
At this point, he likely had a deep understanding of this state.
"A hotel." I echoed his last words.
"Yes," he said, smiling at me. "It's a five-star hotel. It's perfect for our honeymoon."
Knowing what that meant sent chills running through me. We will become man and wife and do the things married people do.
"You don't look thrilled, I see," he pointed out.
"Just thinking." I played it off with a smile.
"About the night ahead?" he asked with a brow of interest.
"Yes," I answered, biting down on my lip slowly.
I have never done anything intimate with anyone; Oliver was my first everything. In high school, while everyone had their eyes set on the cutest boy in class or who to date, I had mine buried in my books, and it paid off because here I am. It robbed me of many firsts, and I thought I would regret it, but having Oliver be my first kiss and first boyfriend made it worth it.
We have never done anything intimate as a couple. We have only kissed, hugged, and held hands. I would not have stopped him if he had tried, but he hadn't in the last three months. He told me that when the time was right, we would both know.
It felt right now, but I was afraid, even terrified.
I love him and want to be perfect for him, just as he has been perfect for me.
He deserves that.
"It will be amazing." He said and brought my hand up to his lips to place a kiss there.
"How do you know?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He smiled, and the sides of his eyes wrinkled up. "Because I know you, and you have been perfect so far." He reached out and nipped my chin. "Do not bother yourself, okay?"
I believed him.
We arrived at the hotel, and Oliver led us inside. I didn't get to gaze at the magnificent structure, but it screamed luxury, one I would never have been able to afford if Oliver wasn't with me. I felt out of place, but I clung to him, knowing he was my place, my perfect husband.
He spoke with the receptionist about the reservation he had made, and after confirming it, the receptionist gave him the key and motioned to the attendant standing by to show us to our room.
We followed, and when we came to room 350, Oliver and the attendant stopped moving.
"Will you be needing any services this night, sir?" The younger man asked.
"I will ring if I need any," Oliver answered, and the attendant nodded and took his leave.
Oliver opened the door to us, and we entered the room together. I held my breath at the beauty and perfection that greeted me.
I held my breath. "We will be staying here."
"You don't like it?" he asked.
"I love it; it's so beautiful." I gushed, and what I love about Oliver is that he doesn't laugh or make fun of me when I enter this phase.
I moved to the bed and threw myself on it face-first. I moved my hands around and around like a little child thrown into the water.
"It is alright, but you are beautiful." I heard Oliver say it from behind. I turned around to give him a weird eye.
"You look fucking sexy when you give me that eye; do you know that?" he asked.
"Really? And what are you going to do about it?" I asked.
Desire flickered in his eyes, and his gaze dropped to my lips.
The first thing I knew about sex was what I learnt from sex education class, and Mrs Anne Idah spent more time trying to steer us clear of the act than informing us of what exactly it was about. To stay informed, I educated myself by reading textbooks. It talked about how the body would feel when it desired sex, and I feel that way now.
Oliver stepped closer to me, and my breath hitched. He got to where I was, and our legs touched. I gasped at the contact, even though we were fully clothed. He lowered himself and got on top of me.
"There are many things I want to do about it," he said when he came up to my face, and his breath brushed over it.
I forgot to breathe or to remember anything else because my complete focus was now on this beautiful man with blue eyes filled with desire for me.
I wanted this man-I wanted him to do what he wanted to me. I wanted him to do things even I didn't know existed; that was how much I trusted him.
"Like what?" My curiosity was getting the better of me at this point.
He thought for a while and bit his lower lip. "Like making you my obedient little girl."
"I am not a little girl." I wanted to sound tough, but the closeness or my slowly growing desire for him took the toughness from me, and I sounded like a seductress instead.
"Oof," he smirked down at me. "You are not helping yourself, sweetheart, and I am here for it," he said, and his lips claimed mine for a passionate kiss.
I kissed back without hesitation, giving just as much as I was getting. I wasn't a good kisser when we met; I didn't know the first thing about kissing. He was patient with me, telling me what to do, and now I was better—still clumsy, but better.His tongue probed at my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth, and his hands wandered over my body. I felt hot everywhere, wanting him to touch my skin.I wanted his skin on mine, and I was needy for it.Our kiss became desperate, and I tugged at his shirt to get a feel of his toned skin. Oliver's lips strayed from mine to my face, and he slid his hand down to cup my breast, his thumbs brushing across the nipples that hardened into a tight bud through my dress."Ela." He mumbled, and I shuddered in response to the hot air brushing lightly over my skin. I arched into him, trying to ease the tension that had built up within me.My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling his head down so he could steal my breath away with his kiss. He answered
Oliver turned on the shower, and the water poured out. He reached for the bar soap handing on the wall, and he lathered it over my chest and shoulders, down to my hands. His hands ran over my breasts, and he gently caressed them, making me arch against him.He took the cue and applied more pressure, massaging them and tugging at the nipple, which hardened into a tight bud once more. I moaned, but the sounds were ruffled out by the water rushing down from the shower. He carried on with his assignment, washing the rest of my body, between my legs, then moving on to my feet.I took the soap from him to return the favour. I moved around him to first wash his back, and I ran my fingers over the lines of his shoulder. Down to his broad back, I moved, then lower to his firm ass. I didn't mean for my hands to linger there; they felt right to touch and grab. He was my husband, and grabbing his ass whenever I wanted was now my legal right."There is nothing special at the back, Ela," he groaned
I was the happiest I had ever been in the arms of Oliver Plane, the man I loved, being loved and pampered."You are too happy, and now I'm wondering what's going on in your dream." I heard Oliver's deep and curious voice ask, and my lashes parted to see the face towering above mine, having a curious look on it."Oliver," I called."Ela." He leaned in and kissed my surprised lips. "What were you dreaming about?""I dreamt we got married and were on our honeymoon," I answered, wondering why he was in my room and how he got in.His mouth twitched to the side as if deep in thought: "Well, that's not a dream; that really happened. You are my wife, and I am your loving husband." He kissed my lips again.My hands touched his face, and I saw the ring on my finger, confirming his words. "It wasn't a dream?" I inquired, and my eyes lingered on my finger."It isn't; I have the same ring here." He showed me the ring on his finger. "I am your husband, and you are my wife."Then why did it feel lik
Oliver told Nina we got married, and I could hear her squealing over the phone in excitement. She told us she was happy and couldn't wait to see their parents' faces when they learnt about it. When Oliver told her we would return today, she wished us a safe flight and instructed him to keep me safe before ending the call. He also called, Vivian Aina, his best friend who was studying in the UK and broke the news to him. Vivian, although surprised by the drastic move, video called us to wish us a happy union and journey ahead.On our way back, Oliver revealed that he had gotten an apartment a few weeks ago when the thought of marrying me came to him. He had made a down payment on an apartment near Harvard and finished it on our first day in Vegas. He didn't want me returning to my old place, so he made this purchase the day after we left here. He had begun working on designs and redecoration while we were still on our three-day honeymoon.He also moved his things in but didn't do anythi
"Mom. What are you doing here?" Oliver asked, looking as surprised as I was.She ignored his question. "You thought you would purchase this place, work on it, and we wouldn't know?" she demanded.Oliver's eyes travelled to the side of the wide window to the left, and there stood Seth, looking miserable, and beside him was Robert, their father."I am sorry, Olly," he said.Oliver's brows furrowed. "You told them?""He told us nothing. We are the Planes; nothing happens in this city that we are unaware of, and you knew better than to get this place in hopes of running away from us." Ivory said in a tone of disappointment. "Your brother's silence only confirmed what we already knew.""What do you think you are doing, son?" Robert asked, stepping over and heading toward Ivory. "You are making all these reckless moves.""You always told me to follow my gut, Dad, and guess what? This is it, and just because it isn't what you want doesn't mean I am wrong.""You are wrong," Ivory said matter-
Third POVSeth sat in his room working on his latest piece of art when the door flew open, and in came Ivory. She did not want to be here, and with every step she took, it showed.Seth set down his paintbrush beside the cup of paint on the table and rose to his feet. "What are you doing here, Mom? You have never been here before.""Because there is really no reason to come. We didn't come so far in the world as Planes so that you could throw it away in silly pursuit of art and heaven knows what." She said in a tone of disappointment and disdain, and her eyes did justice along the way.She continued, slowing down her pace as she came closer. "I would like to believe that since you knew about your brother's apartment purchase, you have known about his relationship with that whore from the very beginning." Seth remained silent, as there was nothing to say since she had already figured everything out on her own."Silence wouldn't do you any good." She scowled at him.He shrugged. "I have
Imela POV"I will be late for class if you don't get up!" I yelled, hoping it got into the thick skull of the man on top of me and made him move."Same as me." He said but didn't look ready to move. "You do not see me complaining about it, do you?" He rolled his eyes.I laughed because there was nothing I could do. Oliver was bigger and larger, and the only way I would escape was if he were to let me.You would think that after five weeks of doing this every morning, he would tire, but he didn't seem tired.He would wake up early most mornings and awaken me to his seductive touch. On mornings, when I woke up first, like today, he would find a reason to lure me into bed and take advantage of the situation. "Come on, Olly." I groaned, but he kissed my lips lovingly, and his tongue pushed into my mouth to taste and explore.My toes curled, and my hands came up to touch his chest. He arrested it there, not letting it go."Touch me like that; you know I love it." He mumbled and kissed the
Today was Wednesday, which meant Oliver's classes would end early, and he would expect me home as soon as classes ended, too. Since he didn't get what he wanted this morning, he would want some this night. I didn't want to get on his bad side, but seeing his angry, grumpy side has always been fun.We stepped out of the last class and found Seth standing close to his Prado, and he seemed to be waiting for us at the parking lot.Cecil smiled and hurried over to Seth, and the two kissed.I stepped towards Seth, and my phone rang in my handbag. I reached into it and pulled it out to have a look. It was Oliver, and after a second of debating, I answered the call."Hey, Olly.""I miss you." He whined over the phone instead of returning a 'hey' or 'hi' like normal people do. "When are you coming back home?""In the next hour and thirty minutes, two hours at most."He groaned on the other end of the phone, and it sounded as if he were in some kind of pain. "Are you okay?""No! I want you here