A Secret Beneath My Nose

It was all silent in the car after the star-studded wedding. Jacob Gareth, the CEO of the Gareth's Telecommunications Company was seated behind the wheels and dressed in a luxurious suit. Noemi August, now known as Noemi Gareth, stared outside the window as the car cruised to the designated location of their honeymoon. She was adorned in an all-white magnificent wedding gown. Her face paled as she looked outside the window, gazing blinding at the streets with flaring eyes, laced with some traces of sadness.

"You've been quiet ever since we left the party," Jacob Gareth stole a gaze at her and said.

She was too imbibe in what she was thinking that she couldn't hear him

"Are you okay Noemi?" he asked her, this time, tapping her softly.

"Yes? What!" she startled back into her consciousness.

"Why are you silent?" Jacob asked her again.

Why wouldn't she be? His father Lionel Gareth despised everything about her just because she was of a lower social echelon.

"He hates me so much that he even ignored our wedding, the wedding of his only child." There was clear evidence of anguish in Noemi's voice.

"I know my father," Jacob said. "He'll come around."

This did not stop Noemi from worrying or feeling gloomy.

"Come on Noemi, Just cheer up for me," Jacob told her after noticing she was still having thoughts on it.

"Think instead of what I'll do to you when we get home," Jacob said to Noemi.

She smiled, the first ever good tick on her lips since she kissed his lips. "I'll always nail you like I've always done," she boasted to him.

"Just do not bother yourself about my father. He'll eventually bend and soften to your charms and kind heart."

Red cheeks and awning eyes were displayed on Noemi's face after hearing that from Jacob. Her lips thickened with a very brisk smile.

"Now we are talking!" Jacob was finally impressed with Noemi's smile.

In about thirty minutes, the newlyweds got to their glorious home.

"Won't you take off your clothes too?" Noemi asked Jacob Gareth after she noticed he was staring at her, well with eyes full of love. He was still in his suit, hands folded, and gazing upon her aesthetic body.

"Don't tell me you are shy," he walked over and whispered into her ears.

She kissed him passionately on his lips:

"I just can't wait to see your perfect masculine physique."

Noemi tickled his ribs and helped him out of his suit. She slowly ran her hand through his body, stopped, and pinched his nipple.

"You are one of a kind," Jacob spoke calmly into her ears. "Do not stop now," he beckoned to her.

Noemi did most of the work, she liked to be the boss. Jacob Gareth was to let her have her way, he lay on the bed as her hands explored his entire body.

Just as they were ready to evolve into the glorious moment, Noemi's phone rang. She'd have ignored it if it was any other person but her best friend, Lisa.

"Enjoy your night girl," Lisa simply called to say.

"I can't believe her," Noemi said to Jacob with a smile after hanging up the phone.

Nevertheless, They hadn't forgotten what they were doing before the call interrupted them.

Noemi giggled as Jacob carried her to the bed. She was unclad, he took off what was remaining. There was nothing better than what they had that night.

Immediately after the longed-for moment, their fatigued body drafted back on their bed and they slept with the best feeling, love, at heart. Their waking was when the ray of the early morning sunlight greased both of their faces while they were still fast asleep.

"Good morning sunshine," Jacob said as he watched Noemi stir awake with a yawn.

At the dining table, they couldn't stop their eyes from flirting with each other.

"What?" Noemi asked with a smirk on her lips. She was having a hard time chewing her food because of how hard she was smiling.

"What did I do?" Jacob also smiled at her. The grin on his lips made him more attractive.

"You know what you are doing." Noemi couldn't stop smiling, not for a second.

"I hope you aren't going nuts." Jacob teased her.

"Nuts over you, you would mean?" she questioned with a naughty smile and inciting smacking of her lips.

"You want to get naughty, huh?" Jacob was a bit turned on.

"What I had last night is enough."

"Beep! Beep!" The sound of Jacob's phone ringing. His father was the one being displayed on his caller ID. Yes, Mr. Lionel Gareth.

"Can you have your wife come over as soon as possible?" Mr. Lionel Gareth specifically requested over the phone.

"Why Dad? Is there a problem?" Jacob asked.

"No, we just have something very important to discuss." Mr. Lionel Gareth said from the other end.

Lionel Gareth was not the type of man who liked to be kept waiting. Noemi had to hurry over to his mansion as he had requested, after all, she was still in the process of gaining his favor.

"Have a seat, daughter-in-law." Mr. Lionel Gareth warmly welcomed her, contrary to what she had anticipated. She was a bit surprised, he could vividly see it in her eyes too.

"You care for a drink, orange juice perhaps?" Mr. Lionel Gareth politely asked her. She couldn't refuse to:

"That would be great Sir," she nodded too. He handed her a glass of juice and treated himself to one too.

"You know it's my favorite?" he asked her as he took a sip from his glass. She was tense and deeply concerned about what he might have invited her for. Not to exasperate things, but he didn't have a friendly face either.

"No Sir," she responded to his question.

"Now you do," he said with a friendly smile.

He presented a newspaper in front of Noemi, a pretty old one. "Who's that?" he asked. She was the one, the subject matter.

Noemi's eyes widened with shock. She didn't think of seeing it again.

The Newspaper was about an adolescent girl who returned a huge amount of money, five hundred thousand dollars to be precise. She was never rewarded, because that girl was Noemi.

"Welcome to the family." Mr. Lionel Gareth said in a firm but friendly voice. There was nothing that impressed him more than integrity and loyalty.

Now that Mr. Lionel Gareth warmed up to Noemi, did it mean that her marriage was to attain perfection or would it be the beginning of what was to come?