Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

Chapter 12

Asami and Lucas got married in a quiet ceremony on a bleak December morning at ten o’clock. She had finally met his son and his family and they had embraced her as if they had known her long ago.

John had eyed the man critically before reaching out to take his hand in a firm handshake. They had come over from Scotland and Asami had insisted that the entire family stay at her place. The son’s name was Gerald and he was the exact replica of his father only younger and his wife Regina was an attractive and genial brunette with a ready smile. Their son was ten years old and kept staring around the house with wide eyes.

“It looks like a palace,” he had said almost reverently much to his parents’ embarrassment.

The ceremony was short and the entire thing was finished in less than two hours and they had a special dinner at the house. Simoniel and her family had also been invited.

Leonie’s hand was clasped firmly in John’s hand and he kept her close beside him all throughout the ceremony. She was wearing an engagement ring that sparkled and shone on her finger each time it caught the light. Their wedding was set for New Year’s Day and Leonie felt herself being less and less wary about the day as it approaches. Even though her apartment was still hers she had not spent one night there since the night she had come to him and told him she wanted to marry him. “I am not letting you out of my sight in case you decided you want to run.” He had told her firmly. So she was living with him and getting to know him better. He took her to dinner ever so often and surprised her with little gifts that she knew cost a fortune and she had stopped protesting because it made no difference whatsoever. The latest was a white gold necklace with a single emerald suspended from it.

They never ran out of things to talk about and they would spend some nights talking until the early hours of the morning.

Asami was going to be living with Lucas and had moved over her clothes already. “All married people need space to get to know each other without bumping into others,” she had told them with a smile, her eyes sparkling.

“Please remember that this is your home as well mother,” John had told her gently hugging her as she was about to leave. She looked stunning in a rose pink dress that came to her knees and reeked of a designer label and a chic little hat with a veil that came over her forehead.

“Aren’t you going to miss it?” Leonie had asked her the night before the wedding. They had been in her room while the others had been downstairs having after dinner drinks. She had been in her room several times and often admired the delicate and totally feminine furniture placed strategically in the room. Her bed was a large white four poster that stood on a dais and it matched the rest of the furniture inside the room.

“I am going to be with the man I love my dear, what’s to miss?” she had asked in amusement. “I have my own money from my family and John has deposited a vast sum into my account against my will. I will be moving some of my things into the house I am going to live with Lucas to make it mine as well. I love him my dear and that’s all that matters.”

She had gone straight over to John who was in conversation with Gerald and went straight into his arms, holding him tight.

That night in bed she had turned to him. “I don’t care if we wake up in the morning and do not have a cent to our names. As long as we have each other, that will always be enough for me.” She had told him softly resting her head on his chest.

He had been so moved by her little speech that he had felt his throat clogging with emotion and tears. “I feel the same way,” he had told her hoarsely.

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“One week to the big day! How do you feel Ms. Williams?” Simoniel held out a pencil close to Leonie’s mouth pretending that it was a microphone.
“I can hardly wait,” she said with a smile.

“No nervous shivers, no doubts or fear and panic setting in?” Simoniel persisted.

“None whatsoever.” Leonie said with confidence. She had done her dress fitting on Monday where several dresses had been sent over to the house for her to try on. She had chosen a shimmering satin dress that was form fitting and hugged her curves as if it had been made especially for her. She was not wearing a veil but would have a sparkling diamond tiara placed on top of her head. Simoniel was going to be her only attendant and John’s best man was going to be his friend and colleague at work.

“Good,” Simoniel said with satisfaction.

Her mother and Lorenzo were flying in on Thursday and John was sending a driver to pick them up at the airport.

That night after they had made love and was lying there n each other’s arms he asked her a very strange question.

“What would you say to your father if you saw him right now?” she had been blowing on his chest and tormenting him with her warm breath.

“What?” she looked up at him startled.

“If you saw your father now would you ask him why he left?” he repeated.

She looked at him for a moment and then she nodded seriously. “I know why he left but I would like to hear it from him.”

“Have you forgiven him?” John asked her softly looking at her closely.

“I think I have.” She said honestly. “I have not thought about him much since that night we made up but when I do it is not with bitterness and hate anymore.” She looked at him curiously. “Are you afraid that I am going to let my thinking of what he did ruin everything we have?”

“A little bit,” he admitted trailing a finger over her full bottom lip.

“That’s a non issue right now darling. I am totally yours.” She whispered softly.

“You called me darling,” he said huskily.

“Shouldn’t I have?” she looked at him with arched brows.

“I want you to say it again.”

“My darling, my love.” She said softly. He took her lips with his and that signaled the end of the conversation for the night.