Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (rosie project TXT) 📖

Crystal

Tears pooled in my eyes. How can someone be so rude? I had spent hours making his favorite food and he didn't even bother to spare a glance, much less eat it. Anger flooded through my veins as I saw him walking back into his room. It felt as if we are two strangers living under one roof. 

My appetite died and I stomped back to my room. His every action was making me feel as if I have been imposed on him. Did he not agree to marry me willingly? Of course, he did. 

So far he has made it obvious that he has no interest in me and we are not going on any honeymoon either. So, I decided to start going back to work. I am an interior designer by profession and have been working with a leading company. I called my boss and told her about my plans. She was, of course, surprised by my request of joining this early but I made up an excuse. She agreed without prodding any further. She is strictly professional and that is what I like the most about her. Once that sorted, I laid on my bed and waited for sleep to consume me as I had an early shift. 

The next morning, I woke up at 8. Got myself showered and dressed before coming down. Grace was in the kitchen but what made me halt my steps was the sight of the man sitting behind the dining table. Mr. Alexender Knight in all his glory. He didn't notice me coming as he was busy brooding. Nothing unusual. I walked past him to the kitchen to tell Grace to make a quick breakfast for me as I was about to leave for work in ten minutes.

I came back into the dining hall and pulled a chair next to his. He continued scarfing down his food without acknowledging my presence.

"Good Morning," I said with a smile

His hand stopped mid-air for a fleeting second before getting work to work. And no. He didn't even spare me a quick glance much less respond. Why am I even surprised.

Grace came with my tray full of fruit salad and coffee.  

"Thank you," I beamed at her.

"If you'll wait, I can make you french toast real quick," Grace told me 

"I would love to. But I am really getting late," I responded

She smiled and retreated back to the kitchen.

"Late. You are going somewhere?" Alex asked me while sipping on his black coffee and reading something on his phone. 

"Yeah. I am going office," I responded. That definitely caught his attention as he looked up at me before returning his gaze back onto whatever he was reading. 

"Who gave you permission for that?" he sipped again on his coffee. Looking as calm as ever. 

"Sorry?" I asked, hoping that I misheard him

"Oh yeah, you should be. Now, who gave you permission to work?" he asked again. This time leveling me with his cold stare.

"I don't understand. Why would I need someone's permission to work?" I asked confused and slight irritated

"You do. You need my permission. And I forbid you. You are not going to work anymore," he announced his verdict with the usual expressionless face before standing up and turning around to leave.

"Why?" I stood up and asked his back

"Because I said so," he said and started to walk

"No. This is unfair. I can't leave my job. That's not just a work for me but also my passion," I explained that made him halt mid-stride.

This time he turned around and fixed me with a cold glare.

"What makes you think that I give a fuck about your passion and fantasies. I told you that you won't work from now on which means you won't," he said

Anger welled up in my chest at the tone he took with me. I walked up and stopped only an inch away from him, my eyes shooting daggers. 

"I will go to my office and I will work," I stated firmly without breaking our eye contact. I expected him to grind his teeth or tell me off. But contrary to all my assumptions, he just smirked smugly. His edible lips twitched into a smirk making me confused. I stepped away from him to walk towards the door when his voice reached my eardrums.

"Where do you work?" he asked me from behind

I turned around and saw him still smirking. His hands shoved in his pants pockets.    

"Innostyle Designs," he nodded at my response and I walked out the door.  

I stood by the door waiting for my Uber. Alex followed me out five minutes later. I glimpsed at him but turned away when his eyes found me. He treaded into his garage and two minutes later, a Lamborghini Gallardo rolled out the room. I didn't delay in giving a stink eye to his luxurious car before turning away and wait for my Uber. 

I was standing with my arms folded in front of my chest when his damn expensive car stopped by my side. The window of the driver's seat rolled down revealing his godlike features. He was wearing shades. And I hate to admit but he was looking like a million dollars. If only he was not this arrogant and rude.     

"Come on in. I'll drop you at your office," he offered, taking me aback.

"No, it's okay. My Uber will be here any minute," I tried to decline his offer as politely as I could. 

"Cancel that. I am dropping you," he declared. His demanding tone should have spiked my anger but, much to my surprise, it did quite the opposite. In a blink, I felt all my disappointments and frustration fizzle out. 

The realization that he wanted to spend time with me was enough to make me all giddy from inside. With a dancing heart, I rounded his car and settled in next to him. His mouth-watering cologne spread in the air inside hit my nostrils as soon as I dived in, stirring my desires. My heartbeat climbed up when I closed the door. It was just us now. 

Silence hung in the air along with his intoxicating cologne. 

"Thank you," I tried to break the silence. As usual, he didn't respond. I turned towards my window with a sour expression. I don't know why but his ignorance was killing me.