You are no wife to me, do you get it?" 
He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble.

"I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. 

All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”.

 “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" 

"Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth.

 "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

The Hurt Of Billionaire

Aisling and I just came back from the walk near the fountain, where I saw Regan yesterday night, and the moment we entered the house, the smile on our faces went dry. 


Alex's friends came back from the poolside door, shutting it with a slam, and joined him on the couch. 


"Dude, your wife is fun! Did you see how she was screaming,' no, don't do this, I don't know how to swim,' Jackson said and roared up laughing—clutching his stomach pretending to act like he was choking on air. 


"Hi man, where have you been, We thought you went to mommy, Mr mommy boy" Simon came up to me, patting my back, but I ignored him. "hello, his lady love." 


He was gawking at Aisling's body like a Madam Tussaud wax statue, making anger burn my veins. 


"Go away, Simon. I don't feel like breaking you already dislocated nose" he raised his hands in surrender and went away. I went past his drunkard friends standing in front of Alex. 


Chapter 29