THE RICH MAN’S TEENAGE WIFE : CHAPTER 11 – 20

THE RICH MAN’S TEENAGE WIFE : CHAPTER 11 – 20

Mary Ann Adams

Chapter 18

“Are you serious right now?” Hayden asked

“Do I look like I’m joking?” I huffed.

“If you want me to do anything for you, just name it but as far Harvard, I can’t help you with that”

“Anything, you say” I smirked and he nodded.

“I can’t think of anything right now but if I do, you must do it” I said.

“Deal” he affirmed.

I packed the dress back in bag smiling. It was when I stood up carrying it I realized Hayden have been staring at me.

“Does that mean you are going with me?” He inquired.

“What? No. You got the dress for me. It’s impolite not to take it” I shrugged. I really do like the dress and I’m eager to wear it but I can’t let Hayden know that.

“I see…” he said staring at me amusedly.

THE RICH MAN’S TEENAGE WIFE : CHAPTER 11 – 20

[WEEKEND]
It was Saturday. I haven’t asked anything from Hayden and that’s because I haven’t really thought of anything.

It was past noon and Hayden was in the room already dressed while I’m in the closet struggling to zip up my dress. All my efforts was in vain and I just gave up and went to the bedroom.

Hayden was on the bed operating his phone and I must confessed he looked gorgeous. I realized I was drooling at him and mentally slapped myself.

I cleared my throat and he looked up to look at him and a “wow” escaped his lips.

“You look beautiful. Red is definitely your color” he said and I just nodded feeling weird.

“Uhm..I need help with my zipper” I utters slowly.

“Oh okay” He said and walked towards me and I turned my back.

I felt his hand on my back and my flesh tingled. Slowly, he zipped it up. I stood there as my skin flushed. Hayden didn’t let go of his hand on my back. I was enjoying his touch, I hate to admit.

He made me face him, his hand vacating my back and landing on my neck.

I gulped down nothing as I stared at him, heat curling down my spine.

He bent down to my height and slowly but passionately kssed me. For a moment, my breath stopped as I wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t stop him, instead I wrapped my hands around his neck kssing him back.
His mouth parted my shaky lips, sending wild tremors along my nerve, evoking from my sensation I had never know I was capable of feeling.

We disengage from the kss to catch our breath and I looked away biting my lips.

“I am…”

I hurriedly interrupted him. “Let’s go, we would be late” I said.
I’m not sure I can handle the awkward conversation he was about to start.

He nodded and we left the room.

We got into the back seat of his Lamborghini when we got outside while his driver got in the driver’s seat.

I was seated next to him and it was making me more nervous.

The driver drove out of the house and an awkward silence sets in.

I kept thinking about the kiss and biting my lips.

Why didn’t I stop him?

“What have you done?” I screamed to myself intently. I could feel Hayden gazing at me and I wish the ground can just open and swallow me.

I heaved a sigh of relief when we got to the location and I was the first person to get out of the car.

Hayden got out after and I looked away, avoiding his face.

We got in and I was in awe as I stared at the gigantic building.

The compound had a few people in it as men in suits and ladies were entering.

We were directed to the big living room and I muttered a soft “Wow”

My heart skipped a bit when Hayden held my hand. I looked at him questionably and he just gave me a look of “just behave”

The living room was decorated and people walking around.

The party is yet to start and I already guessed it would be boring.

“Mr Wyatt” I heard a voice call.

We both turned back to see James smith walking towards us.

This would be the first time I would see him in person.

“Thanks for honoring my invitation” he said to Hayden.

“My pleasure” Hayden smiled.

James turned to face me. “And you must be Mrs Wyatt” he said.

“Yes. Nice meeting you” I said feeling awkward.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to attend your wedding. I was abroad for business” he explained and I just nodded.

“My daughter will be out in a bit. She had been dying to see you again” she said to Hayden and I arched my brows. Why does that sound somehow?

“Please have your seats. I will order you refreshments” he said and walked away to greet other guests.

Hayden and I sat on the couch at the right.

“You know his daughter?” I asked.

“Yeah. She studied in France so I haven’t seen her in like 4 years or so. She graduated from college last two Months I believe”

“Okay” I said.

“Anything wrong?” Hayden asked me.

“Of course not”
I answered and concentrated on the guests. There was a music playing at the background and I was dying of boredom.

Later on, everyone settled down and the birthday girl was called out.

She came downstairs and I looked up at her.

She has a blonde hair, hourglass figure and fascinating appearance.

“Thank you all for attending my 23rd birthday. I really appreciate it.” She said smiling at everyone and when her eyes met with Hayden’s, she smiled warmly.

The guests clapped and a music started playing as everyone started doing one thing or the other.

She walked towards us.

“Hayden!” She called with excitement in her voice and I scoffed.

“Layla. It being long. How have you been?” He asked.

Are they aware I’m seated here? I rolled my eyes.

“Been good. College was well, good, stressful and a bit stressful” she said.

“He didn’t ask you” I blurted out and that was when she noticed my presence.

“And Who are you?” She asked, her muscle tensed.

“His wife.” I answered holding Hayden hands.

“Huh, I heard you are married but I didn’t expect it to be someone like …her!” She spat.

“And what’s wrong with me?” I asked her.

“Brittany” Hayden called with caution.

“What?” I shrugged innocently.

“Happy birthday Layla. You should attend to your other guests. I want to discuss something with my husband” I uttered holding Hayden’s hands more tightly.

Layla stared at me, her body locked up with rage and then faced Hayden and forced a smile.

“We will talk better after my birthday” She said and walked away.

“Tch!” I huffed.

THE RICH MAN’S TEENAGE WIFE : CHAPTER 11 – 20

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