The Arranged Marriage

3

The morning comes so slowly. I love trips and I am so excited for this honeymoon. Not because of this guy, because of my liking towards travel. But here was the problem.

"What do you mean you forgot to pack your clothes?" I exclaimed, utterly shocked by his oversight.

"I meant what I said," he replied nonchalantly, continuing to pack his bags as if it were just another day.

"We're leaving in an hour. Aren't cops supposed to be good with time management or something?" I quipped, my tone deadpan.

He let out a sigh, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features. "Can you bring another bag?" he requested, clearly flustered by the situation.

"That big bag isn't enough for your five sets of clothes? Even my clothes didn't require two bags," I pointed out, a touch of exasperation creeping into my voice.

"Yeah, yeah. Just bring them," he muttered, his impatience evident.

Reluctantly, I fetched another bag for him, wondering why he couldn't organize his belongings properly. As I transferred his clothes, I couldn't help but notice the unplanned manner in which they were thrown in. Perhaps that explained why one bag wasn't sufficient.

Then, as I opened his former bag to rearrange its contents, I was met with a shocking discovery.

"HOLY DUCK!?" I exclaimed, unable to contain my surprise and alarm.

"What happened?!" he yelled from the bathroom, rushing out when he heard my outcry. Thankfully, our room door was locked, sparing us any unwanted attention.

His eyes widened like saucers for a split second before he regained his composure. "Why did you—just—sighs. I'm a cop. And I'm..." he trailed off, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"So, you bring guns for our honeymoon?" I asked, utterly dumbfounded by his confession.

"I'm on a secret mission," he admitted, biting his lip anxiously.

"Oh," was all I could manage to say, feeling a mix of surprise, confusion, and a tinge of disappointment. I had naively assumed that this expensive trip was solely for us, not realizing the complexities of his job. It was a reminder that sometimes, life comes with unexpected twists and turns.

Xxxx

Turns out, we weren't the only couple traveling rather his sister and her husband along with his aunty and uncle. I think it's nice to have a company through the travel since Mr. Cold doesn't interact much.

We took a small 5-seater car. Both the males in the front, their wives in the back and the newly married couple squished at the back.

"Scoot over," I declared, nudging my husband.

"There's no room to scoot," he retorted, gesturing helplessly at the packed backseat.

"Perhaps you could take a seat on his lap," chimed in Ariana, my mischievous sister-in-law, complete with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows.

"Ew, on his lap? I'd sooner face a dragon," I exclaimed dramatically, feigning a gag for added effect.

Unfazed, Asher rolled his eyes and, with a subtle pat on his lap, issued a non-verbal invitation for me to take the only available spot.

Four long hours had passed since the airport ride began, and the confines of the car felt increasingly suffocating with each mile. We were packed in like sardines, barely fitting into the limited space available. Sigh.

Restlessly, I shifted on his lap, trying to find a more comfortable position amidst the cramped quarters. But his patience was thin as my movements became more frequent. In a swift move that surprised me, he grasped my waist firmly, effortlessly repositioning me on his lap.

The sudden closeness sent a rush of sensations through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering since we set off on this journey. Mentally, I shivered, feeling a delightful tingle spread through every inch of my being. His hands, warm and possessive, molded against my curvy waist, sending a wave of desire coursing through me.

"Uff," I exhaled softly, the combination of confinement and his touch creating an intoxicating mix that left me longing for more.

In the midst of our heated session, the car hit a sudden speed bump, jolting us both. Instinctively, our lips met in a brief, passionate kiss, a collision of desire and surprise that left us breathless.

As the car steadied, I found myself nestled against him, my head resting on his shoulder. The rush of adrenaline from the bump subsided, replaced by a serene calm as I drifted into a contented sleep.

Asher's POV:

As a cop, I was trained to keep my emotions in check, to focus on the job at hand without distractions. She was just another person in my line of duty, someone on the opposite side of the law. Our interactions were filled with tension, each encounter a battle of wits and wills.

But as I watched her sleep peacefully beside me, a part of me softened. It wasn't just about being a cop anymore; it was about being human. Her vulnerability in sleep touched something deep within me, stirring emotions I had long buried under a façade of professionalism.

I couldn't deny the protectiveness that surged through me, a primal instinct to shield her from harm.

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to admit it, not even to myself. The boundaries between us were clear, defined by our roles and circumstances. But as the night wore on and her presence continued to tug at something inside me, I couldn't help but wonder if there was more to our connection than just being enemies.

For now, I would keep my feelings in check, burying them deep within as I focused on the road ahead. I was walking a dangerous path—one that could lead to unexpected revelations and a change in the very fabric of my identity as a cop.

xxxxx

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Vote and comment <3