Four

EVE'S POV

I looked towards the bathroom. It was the only private place in the house. I guess It at least solved one of my problems.

I would never have to changed in his presence. I would only wish he did me the same courtesy and stopped undressing in front of me.

"Yes" i said, nodding.

Still keeping my gaze away from him, i walked towards where my suitcases were sitting. Opening one, I looked for my towel and a change of clothes. Then, without another word to him or a glance towards his side, I hurried towards the bathroom, opened the door, and disappeared inside.

The bathroom was not as spacious as the one back home, but it had enough space for a shower, the toilet, and counter space.

There was no bathtub, but that was fine. I could live without those relaxing herbal baths I had gotten used to at my family's home. It's just a small price to pay.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I cursed softly. My face was still covered in all the makeup I had worn for the wedding. I had forgotten to bring along my makeup remover from my luggage.

Placing the towel and clothes on the Counter, I opened the door. I was one step into the room when I noticed that Morgan was now shirtless.

I froze for a second, my face burning as I took in his bare torso. His abdomen muscles were well-formed, and the V-line above his waistband-

"Like what you see?".

Mortified, I looked up to find him watching me, a lopsided smirk on his face. I stepped back quickly and closed the door behind me.

“Ugh, why was she so nervous? She would have to stop being flustered so easily around me”, I heard him murmur to himself.

Moving away from the door, I decided that the soap was good enough for my makeup remover.

Sighing, I got too busy removing the pin on my hair. After a much needed shower, I left the bathroom, and was a lot more composed.

I had spent the time in the shower, berating myself for being so jumpy around him and resolving to change that. If I showed him that I was nervous, he would undoubtedly take advantage of me.

He was currently leaning against the counter in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water when I appeared.

I gestured towards my suitcases.

"I will unpack while you shower."

He nodded.

"I’ve left half of the closet bare for you" he told me.

I nodded as well, looking towards the closet's double doors. And like everything else in the house, we would be sharing that.

I was happy to have some time to myself as he showered. But it didn't last long as he soon reappeared, looking fresh.

I was just finishing with unpacking my clothes and shoes.

"You didn't want to marry me, did you?" he asked as I stuffed my empty suitcase above the closet.

After stowing my suitcase away, I took a deep breath and turned to him.

"Of course not. It was our family's agreement, and l'm happy to honour it."

"Really? You don't look happy about it" he continued, his eyes focusing on my face.

Quickly, I turned away and headed towards the kitchen.

"I'm just not used to you,' I said from the kitchen.

There i got busy looking for a glass and filling it with water at the sink. Wrapping my hands around the glass, I turned back around to face him.

He took a seat on one of the two armchairs in the house and regarded me.

MORGAN'S POV

Was she really just nervous, and didn't mind being married to me?

Maybe if I was open about my thoughts, about the entire arrangement, she could drop her act.

"I only married you because it was my mother's wish. I don't want, or even need, this marriage. So, while we are married in their eyes, I don't consider you my wife. Let's act as a normal couple in front of others, but stay clear of each other's private lives."

She nodded.

"Okay!".

Okay? That was all she was going to say?

"But that doesn't mean you can have other lovers," I noted, recalling what I had heard about her debauchery.

"Just because we are only pretending to be a normal couple doesn't mean you can sleep around"

She looked up at me then, her smooth brow frowning. What, did she expect of me, to allow her to have other men beside me? It was one thing to pretend to be poor to put her off. But to actually allow her to have a lover when everyone thinks she was his wife? No way in hell.

"Of course, if you want sex so much, I'm willing to act like a husband in that manner" I offered.

She coughed into her glass of water.

"No," she said when she recovered.

"No thanks. We are only a couple outside this house!”

"What, you don't think I can't satisfy your needs?" I asked.

Women had always flocked me. A woman of her character, who was known to have no shortage of lovers, must surely appreciate what I was offering.

"As you have mentioned, we are only pretending to be a couple. I'll do well in that matter. Don't worry, I won't be involved in any relationship with anyone as long as I'm your wife. Just don't meddle in my life." She said as she gobbled down her water and turned away from me and placed the glass back.

EVE'S POV

The nerve of him to talk to me as if I was a cheater when he was the one everyone knew was a womaniser.

He knew nothing about me. And yet, it appeared that he had already pegged me as someone who would have sex with him when we were only pretending to be a couple.

Ah! If anything, i should be the one warning him against embarrassing me by keeping up with his reckless lifestyle.

Well, I guess he did not miss the sharpness in my voice as I told him I would adhere to his demands.

I couldn't be offended, could I? perhaps he must have presumed me to be Cindy. It was no secret that she slept with every man she comes across with, even my very own boyfriend.

MORGAN'S POV

She isn't be offended, is she?. It was no secret that she slept with every man.

I frowned. Why wasn't anything adding up? At first, I had thought that she was acting to fool me into thinking she was someone she was not. But, not only had she not complained about being warned about having lovers, she had also refused my offer to take care of her sexual needs.

Then there was all that blushing, being flustered..And claiming to not mind being married to me.

Me?, the poor illegitimate son of Caruso. And she, the spoilt first-born daughter of the Lucianos who could date any wealthy bachelor worth milions.

It didn't seem that she would be so willing about the entire arrangement. If anything, she should be looking down on me, telling me that I couldn't tell her how to behave.

Was she really the eldest daughter of the Lucianos family who I had received information about?

Rising from the armchair, I approached her. I slowly touched her shoulder when I got to her so that she could face me

She did, her eyes meeting mine.

"What?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed.

I had really offended her, hadn't I?

"Are you really the eldest daughter of the Lucianos family?" I asked, watching her face closely for her reaction.