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

"I am busy," Alex responded without tearing his gaze from his food

"Too busy for your own honeymoon?" Debbie arched a brow at him. Alex didn't say anything because he knew he had given a stupid answer. 

Debbie sighed frustratingly. 

"I knew I'll have to do this too. You two are going to Bora Bora tomorrow," she announced and resumed her eating.

I looked at Alex with a confused expression who for obvious reasons looked agitated. 

"You didn't have to" he retorted but was cut short

"The decision is made. And you two are going. That's final," she declared. 

To be honest, the prospect of exploring Bora Bora was a tempting one but the idea of going with him pretty much snuffed my enthusiasm. I was with him on it. I didn't want to go. 

Surprisingly, Alex didn't question her decision any more but maintained a long face throughout the dinner. I even caught him muttering a few things under his breath.

Debbie left after dropping the bombshell on us. Alex retreated to his room after seeing her off, leaving me behind confused if I should start packing or not. I wasn't going to ask him, though. So I returned to my room and sprawled in my bed. I have no idea at what point I let sleep consume me. 

My senses flickered when I felt someone's finger brushing strands off my face. I felt as if someone was gently stroking my cheek with their knuckle. With so much love and care. As if I am their prized possession. I was dreaming I know but it felt so real. And so good. I let out a moan that caused those soothing finger movements to cease. Now the touch was gone but in the next second, I felt something else. I felt short puffs of hot air fanning my face. Caressing my lips. And then I sensed the source of it coming closer to me. Very close. Dangerously close. Just a millisecond away. But then it stopped coming closer. Why did it stop? But before it could touch me, the warmth disappeared. I wanted to grab it, draw it closer to me but I didn't know how to do that. 

My dream was abrupted painfully by a loud knock on my door. I woke up with a start and saw Alex standing by my door. His hands shoved in his pockets. No need to say, he was looking his usual self. Usual asshole self. 

" We'll head out for the airport by 9 in the morning," he said and left but not before loudly banging the door shut. I rolled my eyes and slumped back in my bed, thinking about that mysterious dream I just had. What was that? That was...that was fucking arousing. The throbbing pain between my legs could testify to that. So this is how it all starts. Sexual frustration. 

I pinned a pillow between my thighs and tried to go back to sleep.

I couldn't sleep the whole night. Kept tossing and turning in bed. Tormented by my own pulsing core and wild mind. So instead of wasting my time waiting for sleep, I decided to pack my stuff. Most of them were already packed anyway. 

We headed out at 9. He was wearing a dark blue polo shirt and black jeans. His muscles bulging out of the sleeves. The pain between my legs intensified. I know I shouldn't want to want him but he was looking damn hot. If only he was a nice person. 

The journey to the airport was made in total silence. The car screeched to a halt in front of a giant jet. Alex jumped off the car and strode towards it without caring if I was following or not. No one had ever made me feel this insignificant like he did. I was holding it all in. Trying my best not to break down but his every action was striking through my heart like a sharp knife. 

Nevertheless, I followed him into his jet. And found myself a corner. The flight attendant asked me if I need anything but I shook my head in no. What I needed was some respect and acknowledgment, if not love, from my own husband. Alex seated himself in a seat situated in a far corner from mine.

I knew why was he doing this but still my heart was not convinced. Something wasn't adding up. His hatred for me felt deep-rooted to be categorized as the frustration of getting married unwillingly. Too intense. Have I done something to him? I racked my brain inside out but nothing come to my head. Alexander Knight. The mighty Alexander Knight. I had not even heard his name, let alone meet him ever. Then why does he look at me as if I am the main vamp in his life?

Jumbled up in my messed up brain, I fell asleep.