FLASH MARRIAGE; CHARMED BY THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE CEO - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: You Are My Wife

Amelia didn’t hear from Blaze for the rest of the day after he left the villa. She decided to give him some space to let him cool off by focusing her mind on other pressing issues that needed to be addressed.

She reached out to Stacy on the phone and spoke with her at length, on the matter concerning Tina and her mission to turn their friends against her.

After fixing a meeting with the girls excluding Tina for the next day, Amelia retired to her bedroom for the night.

The following morning, Amelia arose expecting to see Blaze seated in her bedroom like he always did. But to her disappointment, he wasn’t there. She picked up her phone and checked for missed calls and text messages from him but there were none. Releasing a sigh, she decided to go about the rest of her day, focusing on other productive indoor activities until it was time to leave the villa for her meeting.

All this time, she didn’t check her phone for any messages or missed calls since she wasn’t expecting anything.

Decked in fitted jeans, a blush pink jacket with a white inner camisole and paired with sleek matching sneakers, Amelia picked up her phone from the bed stand where she left it and threw it into her handbag. She left her bedroom and was in the process of climbing down the stairs when she heard the housekeeper greeting someone formally with so much reverence. She was about to ask who the housekeeper was talking to when Blaze came into view.

“Blaze!” Amelia’s eyes widened in surprise. She had spent the entire day trying not to think about him. But seeing him now she couldn’t get her eyes off him.

He was looking dapper and handsome as always in his cool all-black leather outfit. His eyes were hidden behind the dark aviator sunglasses he was wearing, making it difficult for Amelia to see his eyes. But his calm expression told her that he was no longer angry with her.

“I can see you are already dressed up,” Blaze said casually, taking off his glasses to reveal his mesmerizing grey eyes which were devoid of the initial rage.

Amelia felt hypnotized by those magical eyes as she remained glued to a single spot while he scrutinized her from head to toe, making his way towards her in slow motion.

“Although I would have suggested a dress, I guess we would have to make do with this.”

Amelia saw his lips moving but failed to comprehend his words immediately. She felt completely lost as he came up to her and snaked his right hand around her waist.

She held her breath as he casually brushed his lips against hers in a feathery kiss, acting as though there was no bitterness between them.

“If you keep staring at me that way, I may be forced to kiss you deeper, ruining your makeup.” Blaze nuzzled her on the cheek before releasing her waist.

“Shall we, Mrs Anderson?” He extended his right hand towards her.

“Huh!” Amelia blinked twice, her gaze darting between his magical eyes and his extended hand. It was at this point her frozen brain began to function.

“Are we going somewhere?”

A crease appeared on Blaze’s forehead but quickly disappeared as though it was never there in the first place.

“Didn’t you get the message from me and my mum?”

“You? Your mum? When?” Amelia was more confused, her heart thumping rapidly at Blaze’s words.

Blaze sighed, trying his best not to get irritated.

“Where is your phone?” He asked plainly.

“In my handbag.” Amelia’s forehead furrowed as she recalled she hadn’t checked her phone all day because she was trying to get her mind off him.

“Can you bring it out and check?”

“Umm…sure…” Amelia exhaled through her mouth as she unzipped her handbag and brought out her iPhone.

“I sent you a message around 2:00 PM informing you to get ready before 4:00 PM,” Blaze stated as he watched her browse through her messages with slight irritation.

Amelia saw that Maria had sent her three different messages, one around 9:00 AM and the other two around 12: 00 and 1:30 PM, respectively.

In the first message, Maria was inviting her to a family Sunday dinner at her home. The other two messages were just reminders.

Amelia also saw a text message from Blaze confirming his earlier assertion.

“If you weren’t aware of the dinner, why were you all dressed up? Where are you going out?” Blaze asked succinctly.

“Yes.” Amelia moved away from him to avoid looking into those intimidating eyes, her heart pounding in her chest as though she had committed a crime. “I was going to meet with my friends to address some important issues. I had no idea about your mum’s invite.” She was expecting Blaze to flare up and bark at her. But to her surprise, he chastised her in a subtle tone.

“That is why it is called a mobile phone and not a landline. You should always carry it around in case you receive an urgent message. You never no, it could be a life or death situation.”

“Sorry,” Amelia said genuinely without looking in his direction.

“Being sorry doesn’t fix it. You know how my mom has taken a special liking to you. She has gone out of her way just to prepare for your arrival. She’ll be greatly disappointed if you don’t make it.”

Amelia felt guilty as she turned around to meet Blaze’s expressionless gaze.

“I could reschedule the time of meeting with my friends. That means instead of 4:00 PM we could still meet by 7:00 PM after I leave your mom’s house. Does that sound okay?”

“Whatever works for you,” Blaze said as he walked past her towards the door, masking his bubbling anger with an indifferent expression. “Meet me in the car.”

Amelia released a deep sigh as she assessed her outfit a second time. She thought briefly and decided to go back upstairs and change to a dress.

Ten minutes later, Amelia emerged from the villa draped in a knee-length flare peach dress, paired with matching stiletto heels that gave her a modest look. She had her hair styled upwards in a loose chignon, held in place with a fancy pin.

“Good evening, ma’am.” Pascal smiled politely, holding the rear seat door to Blaze Black Roll Royce Phantom edition, open.

Amelia smiled briefly in acknowledgement before entering the car.

Pascal promptly shut the door before taking his place in the front passenger seat.

Blaze, who was busy browsing through his phone lifted his head to look at Amelia.

“This is way better for this occasion than your first look.” He commented in admiration.

“Thanks.” Amelia inhaled and exhaled, to stifle her anxiety, her gaze on the side window as the car started moving. She tried to focus her thoughts on anything aside from the infuriating handsome devil seated beside her.

“Amelia,” Blaze called softly.

A crease appeared on her forehead as she felt him move closer to her until there was no more space between them.

Blaze gently placed his hand on her interlocked fingers, a frown flashing across his eyes as she withdrew her hands from his touch.

“Look at me.”

Amelia hesitated before tilting her head in his direction. “What now?”

“You seem a bit tense. I want you to relax and act natural around me.”

“You don’t have to worry about my acting skills,” Amelia replied holding his intense gaze. “You should be more concerned about your temper because I’m not a robot.”

Blaze chuckled at her fiesty words. He lifted her hands up to his lips and said. “Then you must try not to do anything silly that would make me lose my temper.” He planted a kiss on her hand.

Amelia almost rolled her eyes at him but quickly lowered her gaze.

Blaze smirked, releasing her hands.

“My mom already suspects that we are dating based on your previous reaction to my presence.”

“Whose fault Is it?” Amelia echoed in her heart as Blaze continued talking.

“After our last discussion based on your last encounter with that fool who by the way is currently atoning for his sins…”

Amelia raised an eyebrow, confused.

“…I have given it a serious thought and I think there’s no need for us to keep our status a secret any longer. At dinner tonight, I will formally introduce you to my mom as the woman I’m secretly married to.”

Amelia looked up to meet his gaze.

“Really!”

“Yes. You are my wife and I want all those bonehead out there to stay clear of what is mine.”

“Sure a jealous prick.” Amelia thought in her heart.

“Going forward, you will be addressed as Mrs Amelia Anderson and no longer Miss Amelia. Does that sound go to you?”

Amelia’s eyes brightened. “Yes. It sounds great.”

“I’m happy you think so.” Blaze leaned back in his seat, his intense gaze still on her.

“Can I tell my friends?”

Blaze shrugged. “I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t tell them.”

“Yes!” Amelia couldn’t hide her excitement. She couldn’t wait to tell Joanna and the rest of her friends that Blaze Anderson was her husband.

“You can also inform your family members that you are married to me because I won’t take lightly with anyone that attempts to hurt my wife going forward.” Blaze returned his gaze to his phone screen, not bothering to look at the horror in Amelia’s eyes.