Married By Mistake
Chapter 17

LUNA

“Ugh!” I growled when I woke up as I felt I couldn’t breathe.

I opened my eyes and looked to my side. I was lying on his arm and his other arm was tightly wrapped around my waist. I also couldn’t move my foot because his thigh was resting on it.

“Dylan, I can’t move,” I say weakly.

He growled and drowsily pulled me over to him. I heard the faint snoring coming from his mouth. He looks very tired. He also spent almost two days soaking in the work.

“Luna. Hmm.” I smiled when he mentioned my name.

“I love you.” I gently kissed him on the lips before standing up. I fix his blanket and left the room.

I cooked breakfast for the two of us. I put the scrambled egg and hotdog on the plate. I stopped when the phone rang in the living room. I turned off the stove before going there.

“Hello?” My answer.

“Hey, sister. Good morning.” Camille hesitated.

“Veronica Camille? You woke up early this morning. It’s so not you.” I laughed saying.

“Yeah, right. Where have you been, Veronica Luna? We’re going to try the dress today, aren’t we?”

I covered my forehead with my hand. I forgot that there was a welcome party to be held at our house the other day for Camille’s return.

“Oh, you sleep late last night. I understand. I’ll just wait for you here in your shop. Hurry, please.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. I forgot.” I apologized and hung up the phone.

“It is too early for someone to call you.” I looked up the stairs. Dylan went down as he scratched his nape. he was still wearing pyjamas and had messy hair.

“Camille. I forgot that we’re going to try the dress for her party.” I explain to him.

He hugged my waist as he came close to me. “I thought, my breakfast left.”

My forehead furrowed. “Your breakfast is in the kitchen, idiot.”

He laughed softly and then dropped his face. I closed my eyes as his lips dropped to mine.

“I want to go with you.” He says smilingly.

I nodded. “It’s okay. Just don’t get grumpy.”

We ate before going to my shop. I got out of his car and in a few seconds, He was next to me. His arm wrapped around my waist as we entered the shop.

“Luna!” Camille ran over to us and hugged me tightly.

“Did you miss me?” I laughed says. Dylan’s hand was also missing from my waist.

Dylan cleared his throat so we looked at him. “Stop squishing my wife, Camille.”

Camille blushed. “I just missed her. Anyway, let’s go, Luna.”

He pulled me closer to my employee who would measure the two of us. I sat next to Dylan while watching Camille being measured.

Dylan took my hand and played with my fingers. “I’m bored.”

I smiled sparingly. I hit our noses. “Only a little left.”

He took a deep breath. It doesn’t take my eyes off me. I leaned on his shoulder and watched Camille who was now nearing the end of the scale.

The assistant wrote Camille’s final measurements. “Ma’am Luna, you’re next.”

I stood up and approached them. I saw Camille sitting next to Dylan. They are far from each other. They don’t talk either.

It wrapped the tape measure around my chest. “Chest.”

“Thirty-four. Cup B.” I was surprised by what Dylan said. Everyone looked at him.

“Thirty-four.” The mistress was second when she saw the size on the tape measure. My waist followed. “Waist.”

“Twenty-five.” We were stunned again when Dylan spoke.

“Twenty five indeed.” Laughing, the one who measured me said. Next up is my h*p. The person measuring me didn’t speak and just looked at Dylan as if challenging.

Dylan smiled sweetly as he stared at me. He shrugged. “Thirty-four.”

The woman looked at the size. It smiled. “Thirty-four.”

Both my cheeks got hot. How did he replace out my vital statistics? Even Camille couldn’t believe what Dylan had done. I was so ashamed of what Dylan was doing, I couldn’t look directly at the seamstress.

When I finished measuring I sat down next to Dylan. I slapped his thigh. “Show off.”

“I know everything about you because you’re mine.” He said and removed some hairs that covered my face.

“You’re too PDA.” Camille laughed.

“There’s no problem there. She’s my wife.” Dylan said coldly to Camille.

Camille smiled sweetly and stood up. “I’m a nuisance. I’ll go home.”

“We’ll take you home,” Dylan says that stopped Camille from walking.

I smiled. “Yes, Camille. We’ll take you.”

Camille nodded. “I have a car. I don’t want to disturb you, Lovers.”

“But—”

“Luna, read the atmosphere,” Dylan whispered in my ear and bit it slightly. “It’s a little bit awkward for both of us.”

I sighed. “It’s early. Where are we going?”

“In my office.”

“You don’t want to be far from me.” I laughed saying.

“Good thing you know.”

We entered the elevator holding hands. He was greeted by his employees who were with us in the elevator. We reached the top floor of the building which is his entire office. He sat in his swivel chair behind the table.

“It is so big,” I said as I stood and looked around.

“I just ask my assistant to buy us lunch. Is Italian okay with you?”

“It’s fine.” I looked at him. “It’s so neat and boring here.”

“And your working place is so not organized.” He scolded.

“I work with needles and clothing sheets, of course, it will be messy.”

“And I work with papers and folders, of course, it will be neat and boring. But there’s is something in this office that isn’t boring.”

My forehead furrowed. “What?”

Someone pressed the remote and I looked behind me. My lips opened a little as the white cloth on its wall slowly climbed up and my enormous picture of me sleeping appeared.

I couldn’t believe looking at him. “You’re a very, very bad man.”

“I got up early that day. When I looked at you, you were smiling like that.” he stood up and slowly approached where I was. He held my face and smiled gently. “Your sudden smile always surprise me. They’re interesting but dangerously enough to make my heart race. You were dreaming of something nice. I wished it’s me.”

“I think it’s about baby bunnies.”

He Laughs at it. “How disappointing.”

“Looks like I still have a bugger there.”

“No. I edit that before someone canvass it.”

I slapped him on the arm. “You’re shameless.”