[Day 4, 7: 12 A.M]

David's POV || Bad News

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"What?!!"

I rolled on my left side when I heard someone shouting. When a deep voice shouted again, I groaned and angrily stood up for disturbing my sleep.

"Can you shut up!" I knew it was my husband's own voice so I have the right to yell at him. Smith didn't bother to look at me, all because I didn't notice he was talking someone on the phone.

Oops!

I bit my lips in slight embarrassment. Who knows if Smith was talking to a company holder or probably having a deal with some cargos and yet here I was, yelling at him for being so damn loud in the morning.

I flopped again on the bed, feeling the comfortable coldness of the mattress underneath my back. I moaned at the feeling--

"You can moan later." Smith spoke when he suddenly put his phone down on the nightstand in a hurrying manner. "We need to get moving. Something bad will happen.

I gulped. "What is it? Don't tell me the students are outside and stalking us. You know it's your fault Smith! If you hadn't get out with that stupid expensive car and bouncer and security and that hot damn body of yours and with that holding hands------"

Smith quickly pounced on me, placing a hand on my ranting mouth. I don't have an idea on what I was saying because I was getting nervous at the fact that this marriage of us is just a debt agreement.

"Don't worry. It's not that."

Calming down, I slowly swatted his hands away from my mouth. "Then what is it?"

Out of the blue, Smith's body went jelly and can't help but to collapse on the bed-- but consciously. "My grandmother wants to see my wife who had a debt with Wilson's company."

"But I'm a guy."

He sighed, closing his eyes. "I know. We lied about that a girl owes a debt with us."

"Then why did you lied in the first place?" I said with huge curiosity.

"My grandmother hates me being with another guy. One time he caught me having affair with a disgusting stranger dude and she was very disappointed."

That shortened my breath. So, Smith is gay after all? Wait, wait, wait... I don't get it. "But I thought you were straight?"

"Yes I am." He shortly replied but I followed it after.

"Then why did you have an affair with another man? That's called gay don't you know?"

Smith smirked as he slowly rolled to my side, wrapping an arm on my waist while saying, "You won't know amour, how many times I had sex with guys."

What the fuck!

"But you said you weren't gay at our first day. Remember?" I made sure my question is clear to him. Smith hummed and nodded. His blue eyes were glossing and it would be a perfect to take a picture of. I shook my head at the thought.

"But that's how you measure when you are a real playboy."

I face palmed instead. How could he saw that with a straight face and as far as I know, being a playboy means you are into girls while stealing their panties, breaking their hearts and other stuffs, not into guys.

The mattress 'foosh' when my husband's body lifted up, standing to get dressed in his usual formal suit. "Come on now, we have to prepare before my grandmother comes on evening for dinner. I still have to practice what to say to her about the lady who is really a guy." He then sighed and get out in the door first. But he peeked his head half on the frame, "And oh, thanks."

I twitched my eyebrows, signaling him what's that for.

"Thanks for telling me that I have a hot damn sexy body earlier." Smith grinned widely and winked.

"Shut up!!" I yelled with a blush.

*****

"What?! You are not attending class today?" Cameron spoke loudly opposite the line.

"Yeah. Something important from my damn husband will happen tonight." I replied.

"Ooohh. Are you two finally having sex? Count me in! I know some gay positions---"

"Cameron!!! Shut or I'll cut your tongue." I warned him with dead tone and he laughed nervously on the phone. "It's not that and it is not your business."

"Yeah, yeah... That's bad though. I mean, there are many students outside the campus, waiting for you and your husband to arrive. They're going insan---- is that your friend calling you? Let me talk to him!!!'

The last sentence of the phone call was owned by a feminine tone, sounding like a desperate girl who want an autograph for her fan. I winced at the thought of students stalking us and taking pictures of me and Smith sleeping, eating, bathing--well not really-- and holding hands together.

Creepy.

"G-gotta talk to you later David. All of them are.... crazy....!!! Ahhhhhhh!"

I quickly pressed the 'end' button to refrain the screaming girls in the background. Whew! My eardrums almost went deaf, but what about Cameron? I'm sure he's having a hard time swatting his phone away from those ladies.

Sigh... Why did this happen? I did not wish for any these except having a peaceful life with my grandma...

"Hurry up! We're leaving!"

Shaking my head, I obeyed and went downstairs to meet my elegant (as always) husband with his hair down, cologne that can attract ants and with his clean suit.

I really hate to admit it cause it's harder not to look up for him.

*****

My feet starts to ache from walking endlessly in the town square. Smith do nothing but instructs me what to do like: 'Walk straightly. Posture is really important.' , 'Make sure you make eye contact with others. It serves being polite to who you are talking to.' , 'Always say thank you if you received something. Bow if necessary.' , 'And lastly, kiss the hand of the special person because it's a Wilson ritual.' . I know how commanded Smith that time but I couldn't complain though; it's for my own good when I will meet his grandmother later in the night.

If Smith is nervous, then I am more of a nervous-wreck. Who knows bad will happen?

I've got to stop thinking negative things because it will not give me any nice effect. Just calm down, it's just her grandmother, and for the fucking sake! You have a grandmother too!

"Let's eat. I'm sure you are hungry." Smith said and drove his car to the fancy restaurant. To my extent knowledge, I wasn't keen in such type of restaurant. In short, I don't belong here.

"Come on, I already reserved a table for both of us." Smith surprisingly held my hand and gently strolled me infront of the room. Those eyes who seems to follow our both figures made me to shiver a bit, but, I think this is also Smith's plan to make me act normal in the crowd later.

And oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that it was not just his grandmother coming but also a bunch of people.

Smith smiled assuringly at me. "Make sure you hold my hands at the table with my grandmother. It proves that we are really husbands."

"But won't she get angry that you are married fakely to a man?" I asked.

Then he closed his eyes. This is the first time I saw him being nervous. Usually, a cocky man like him tends to act like it was nothing, but he was different from them. That part makes me smile. "I don't know but the holding hands of ours will prove that we really love each other. When my grandmother knows that I married a man for nothing, I'm sure she's going to kick me out in the Wilson league."

"Married to a man for nothing? What does that mean." I asked again and Smith looked away, hiding the fact that he just spilled the beans.

"I guess I have to tell you..." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I said that I was having affair with many guys right? Well, my grandmother heard about that and forbid me to do it again because she said that I might end up having AIDS and HIV. She also said that I should be considerate picking my lovers."

"So, your grandmother is not a homophobe?"

"Nope."

I flopped in the chair with a relief escaping my lips. "But anyways, how many guys you had an affair with?"

"29 guys."

I choked. I fucking choked with my own damn saliva. '29? That's so scary! I can't believe I am forced to marry Smith who had sex with twent-nine guys. Ugh!'

"Don't touch my hands, you freak!"

As a response, Smith just laughed.

"Save it for later." I glared.