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

"OH_owe__ cara mia...stt.. sttopp" I stopped and gave him a minute or two to catch his breath. I folded my arms around my body and puffed out a sigh. 


I finally get off his body, making my way back to my dead noodle body. Owe, poor baby. I got a little- battle, tiny - tiny taste of you. 


Xavier was still chuckling and rolling on the floor, which made my tongue bite some sharp remarks. 


I finished my bowl of heavenliness, licking it clean like brand new. I contemplated the thought of actually cleaning it or leaving it just like that in the hope Alex cooked something in it and ate it. 


The evil side of me agreed, but I placed it in the sink when my angel side practically begged me by laying on the floor and slamming its head on my feet. 


After what felt like two or three minutes, Xavier's laughter subsided, and he was able to get back on his feet, dusting off the invisible dirt, which was not there as Alex's house was cleaner than a hospital. 


Chapter 38