Forever with the Billionaire

We don’t need permission to dance



Hillary Pov

I was now Mrs. Whitemore.

Should I be content? I was, indeed. I was glad Loukas and I married, but it was all for his business. I kept reminding myself that the marriage was solely for love’s sake. Loukas, for example, did not believe in love because he had never experienced it.

But my heart was racing faster than usual when Loukas said his vows. He sounded so genuine that it made my heart skip a beat. I assumed he was just saying it to prove to everyone that the marriage was genuine. I wasn’t sure if I should believe him.

Don’t get carried away, Hillary, it’s all a sham, I reminded myself as I listened to the rest of his pledges. When it was my turn, I didn’t know what to say because the words that came out were genuine. Everything I said was genuine, and it made me cry.

We began to greet our guests after being pronounced a couple, and despite the fact that there were a few people in the hall, I barely recognized any of them except for Mr Atin and Loukas’s family. We began by greeting Mr. Atin and his son. During the wedding preparations, Loukas assisted Mr Atin with his trials and paid off all of his debts. Mr. Atin came to our wedding to express his gratitude, despite the fact that he had lost all color in his face and was on the verge of death. I heard a voice behind me while we were talking with Mr Atin and his son, and when I turned around, it was my Miles walker.

He was the only person I knew who had been invited to my wedding. We exchanged hugs, and I thanked him for his visit. We went to the rest of the guests and thanked them for coming after exchanging pleasantries. Loukas’ family was the last guests we saw. Amanda stood up and clapped when she noticed someone approaching her.

“Well, well, well,” Amanda clapped again. “If it isn’t the newest couple in town,” she joked, but it sounded more like she was mocking us. “You didn’t even tell us you and your partner were dating!” She mentioned it.

“Mother,” her son Caleb, Loukas’ stepbrother, said as he extended his hand to me. “It’s a great pleasure to have you welcome here as one of our family,” he said with a fake smile.

I’d dealt with a lot of people like him in the past, and no matter how hard he tried to hide his facade beneath the smile, I knew he was faking it, so I put my hand in his. “Congratulations,” he said, clutching my hand. I tried to take my hand away from his but held on tight, never letting go. “You’ll like this family,” he chuckled before finally letting go.

I wasn’t sure whether to take it as a compliment or a threat, so I just smiled because it was the best I could do at the time. “Angelica, please greet your sister-in-law,” Caleb told his wife. Angelica stood up and looked me in the eyes with her deep ocean blue eyes, reaching out her slim hand, which I gladly accepted. I was expecting a hug, but I was disappointed. The woman gave me an odd look before turning to face Loukas, who was staring at him with mixed emotions. Loukas was also staring at her, I noticed.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Is there anything I’ve forgotten? I thought as I stared at them both.

Caleb broke the unending stare and moved to hug Loukas, but he was stopped by his hand.

“Don’t even think about it!” Loukas’ voice sounded authoritative, and it was enough to keep Caleb from approaching him. “I appreciate everyone’s presence,” he said, turning to face me. “My wife and I are about to have our first dance as a couple tonight, so we should go,” Loukas said, touching my hand. “Let’s go,” he said quietly.

“What legs are you going to dance with?” Amanda cracked a joke and then burst out laughing. It was offensive to me. How could she have said such a thing? “You couldn’t keep your last marriage and you couldn’t keep your company, last I checked. How and why did you marry someone from a different social class?” She looked at me with a disapproving expression. Amanda was the type of person who made everyone else feel bad about themselves. She could dismiss someone and make them feel intimidated just by looking at them, but I wasn’t the type to be scared.

I wasn’t a whiner.

“You…” I tried to say something, but Loukas interrupted me.

“Don’t you dare say anything negative about my wife!” Loukas yelled at her. His voice was barely audible due to the loud music. “If you open your mouth again and talk about my wife, I’ll kick you out; if not, keep it to yourself!” He screamed at her.

“It’s okay, Loukas,” I said as I placed my hands on his shoulders and gently squeezed them.

“It’s not acceptable! I didn’t summon them to insult you! I will not put up with it from her!” He indicated Amanda with his finger. “Amanda, this is my final warning. Never, ever insult my wife and avoid using offensive words around her “He issued a warning. They all remained silent. They all looked at Loukas, then at me. I averted my gaze from their piercing stares.

I had successfully alienated myself from my husband’s family.

“Let’s go,” Loukas suggested.

I cleared my throat, bowed to my new family, and then pushed the wheelchair forward. Caleb whispered something to Amanda as I took two steps forward.

“He’ll soon crawl back into his old shell,” he said.

I laughed because I thought it was amusing. How could they despise Loukas so much when he was a member of their own family? I tutted as I clenched my hand on the wheelchair. “Rascals,” I grumbled.

“Did you say anything?” Loukas inquired, but I responded with a sigh.

“I didn’t say anything,” I explained. “Do you want to dance?” As another song began to play in the background, I asked him. It was a song with which I was familiar. Dan+Shay leave you speechless. “I’m speechless,” I sang.

“How can you expect a paralyzed man to dance?” Loukas inquired.

I crouched to his level and walked to his front. “Don’t say that,” I advised.

“Can you tell me what you’re doing right now?” He inquired.

I laughed and sat down on his legs. “Don’t mind me,” I said, placing my left hand on my waist. “Does your wheelchair move on its own?” I inquired.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he said, staring into my hazel eyes and smirking. “You know people would be surprised if they saw you sitting on a crippled man’s leg,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Because your wheelchair is electric, it should be able to move while we dance,” I explained.

“I despise using it on my own,” he grumbled.

“Don’t be concerned. I’m standing right here, “I informed him. I knelt and turned the wheelchair. It was the first time Loukas used it because he preferred being pushed and, as he previously stated, he didn’t want to use it on his own. “How do I keep it under control?” I inquired of him.

He took his hand from around my waist and placed it on my face. “I don’t bring the remote with me when I go out because I don’t use it!”

He put his hand around my waist and put it on my face. “I never bring it with me when I go out because I never use it!”

In response, I sighed and nodded. We were no longer able to dance. I rose from his legs and moved in front of him. “Then I’ll dance to fit you,” I said, swaying my lips. “I’m at a loss for words!” I continued to dance in front of him while singing along with the song.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to us, and they gathered around and began to clap their hands as I continued to dance. I wasn’t much of a dancer, but my father had me take dancing lessons when I was growing up, so I danced to the song using ideas from my childhood and videos I watched online. “Would you like to dance?” When the song permission to dance by BTS came up.

I screamed aloud and spun around.

Loukas observed my movements to my left and right sides, as well as my twirling. I repeated it five times before two others joined me and danced to the beat of the song.

Three more people joined in, and it quickly became a choreography as they began to demonstrate their dancing abilities. “It’s your turn!” I yelled and shoved Loukas into the middle of the dancer. “Come on! We don’t need permission to dance!”

“What are you up to?” He inquired, but I ignored him and pushed him to the left side, then the right side, before twirling his wheelchair around. It was exactly like the dance, except Loukas was in a wheelchair and I had to push him around.

As I approached, the few people who were dancing stopped as I continued dancing with Loukas. “This is a lot of fun!” I yelled.

Loukas’ face lit up, and he laughed out loud for the first time since I met him. It wasn’t his usual laughter, which sounded like the devil was laughing, but it was full of life. When the song ended, I approached Loukas and smiled at him.

“Hillary,” he said softly, clutching my waist. I lowered myself to his level and leaned in closer. We both panted for air and looked each other in the eyes.

“Loukas,” I exclaimed. My heart was racing as if I had just completed a marathon. His lips met mine before I realized what was going on.

At that point, I forgot about everything else that had happened and simply followed the kiss.

Well, I had fallen hard for Loukas.


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