My Choice, Not Hers

Andrew's POV:

It's been three days since my supposed wife-to-be, Nicole, started staying with me in my residential mega-mansion. Nothing has changed—she's been quiet. Not moody, but nonchalant and uninterested.

All my attempts to get her to talk to me have failed miserably. She only speaks to my workers whenever she needs something, and once that's done, she goes back to ignoring me completely.

This morning, when I woke up, I noticed her room was empty, the door left wide open.

What changed? I asked myself as I tried to figure out where she might have gone. As I walked down the staircase, I heard noises coming from the kitchen. Through the large glass window, I could see her preparing something.

"Good morning, wifey," I greeted the moment I stepped into the kitchen.

She remained silent, continuing with what she was doing.

"Leaving your husband without a greeting?" I asked sarcastically.

She turned without hesitation, a mocking, mischievous smile on her face. "Husband? Really? You must be joking."

"I am your husband, whether you like it or not. It's your duty to obey me," I said firmly.

A loud, mocking laugh erupted from her lips.

I frowned. What's so funny?

"What law makes me your wife? Do you think you can buy me off with your money? Let me tell you something—"

She took a step forward, looking me directly in the eyes.

"I will never be your wife. And I will never regard you as my husband. Not in this life or the next. In fact, over my dead body will I allow you to lay a finger on me or get me pregnant. Never."

I was stunned.

Such audacity. No woman had ever spoken to me like that before. Anyone who had tried would have had their head slammed against the wall, their defiance beaten out of them.

But Nicole was different. She was young, beautiful, and fearless. The morning sun cast a soft glow on her pinkish skin, making her look even more delicate.

I had made the right choice. Marrying her was the best decision I had ever made. I couldn't stand the thought of another man having her.

"I like you already, Nicole," I said, smirking. "But you're stubborn. Too stubborn for my liking. Then again, I do love stubborn women."

She spat into the air and let out a sharp hiss. "God forbid you like me! I hate you, Andrew. Can you just leave me alone? Go away."

I was enjoying this. Her defiance only made it clear—in time, she would come around.

"Tell me, Nicole, why do you make life so hard for yourself? Look around—the cars, the mansion, the money, influence, fame. What else do you desire? Just say the word, and I'll give it to you."

"I want you to leave me alone! Take me back to my parents' house and go find another woman to make your wife. Gosh!"

"That, I cannot do," I replied smoothly. "You're the only one I want, Nicole. Your beauty, your charisma, your fire—" I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "I'm already beginning to fall in love with you."

She froze for a moment before abruptly turning back to peel the plantains.

I took a step closer. "Give me a chance to prove my love to you. Stop acting crazy." I whispered coldly.

She scoffed. "I beg your pardon? Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Stop acting crazy and let me love you."

"Is it by force? Why are you trying to make me act according to your selfish desires? Did your father force your mother into marriage to give birth to you? Why are you so pathetic, Andrew?"

I clenched my jaw. "What you think is not my concern. I am the man, and you're the woman. So you obey me."

"And if I don't?" she challenged, daring me.

"Then you will have yourself to blame. Don't push me."

She scoffed. "Do your worst! I'm not afraid of you, Mr. Empty Threats."

What?!

This woman really had the guts to challenge me.

She folded her arms, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "I already told you—I will never submit to you. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"

I barely spared her a glance, keeping my expression unreadable. "Ask around. Andrew Batista doesn't take no for an answer."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Do you hear yourself? You don't take no for an answer? What, does the world revolve around you?"

My jaw tightened. "Stop making things complicated."

She took a bold step forward, challenging me. "And what if I don't listen to you, Andrew? What will you do? Let hell loose?"

I met her gaze. There was anger in her eyes.

"I will teach you a lesson you'll never forget," I warned. "Don't push me."

She let out a loud hiss and mimicked me mockingly.

"I will teach you a lesson…" she scoffed. "Do it, then. All mouth, no action."

I immediately grasped her waist and fiercely tore her nightgown. She tried to conceal herself with the kitchen linens as her face hardened, but I shoved her against the wall and pulled her back while holding her waist.

Her velvety buttocks are pressed firmly against my dick. She yearned for safety from the fear in her gaze. I didn't care if any employees happened to stroll in and see me with her because the kitchen door and windows were open.

Andrew, what do you think you're doing? She let out a low moan.

It was functioning. She's in the mood after seeing my hard erect dick on her ass. "Act like a lady." I spoke in her ear in a scorching whisper.

My hands were caressing her breasts. They are so soft and tender, her nipples were erect and I pinched it sharply.

She let out a sharp moan and was about uttering a statement but I was quick to slid in one middle finger Into her wet pussy.

"Yummy, you just broke recently, nice, nice". I groaned deeply.

Her moans were all over the place as I increased my pace.

Suddenly, she let out a soft cry and squirt all over the kitchen floor.

"That's my girl. Now, lay over the counter let me finish what I've started."

She nodded sluggishly, the look of defeat visible on her face.

I took out my cock, massaged it with little cooking oil and slid it into her pussy.

"Ouch Andrew, you're, ooh….She moaned.

Increasing my pace, I bent her over and stroked like my life depends on it. My body on hers, heat, passion and emotion filled the both of us.

After about ten minutes of constant stroking and deep thrusts, I groaned deeply and her liquid spilled all over my thigh.

"Good girl, next time don't dare me. This is just the beginning". I muttered.

She kept mute, bowing her head in shame.

"Get prepared in the next five hours, we are going to the family house for an introduction and lunch". I muttered proudly, seeing how pathetic her face was knowing I put her in that position.

Without a second thought, I put on my trousers and hurried up the stairs.

Nicole may be adamant but she's mine whether she likes it or not.