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

With the sun rays penetrating through the curtain, Alex groaned. His body didn't want to get up, but neither did he want to stay in bed with her. 


He can feel her breath hitting his collar bone. Her body draped over him like mist on the grass on a winter mooring. 


She was close too close and too intimate with Alex. It was beyond disturbing. 


He looked down at her, taking in her appearance. Her eyelashes are shadowing her rosy cheek, her lips full and plump, just of the correct size. 


He doesn't know from where, but the urge to touch them burns in his stomach pit like a volcano. He doesn't even know when but his thumb creased her bottom lips. 


He remembers how they taste, soft like silk and like strawberry and apple. 


He imagined Vanessa in her and their time together. He gently pulled her face up, and unconsciously his lips covered hers in a soft embrace. 


Chapter 36