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

Her question echoed in my head in a loop. It would be a lie to say that I didn't want kids. As desperate as it may sound, I was hoping to start our family soon after our marriage. Not immediately but perhaps after a year. We both were successful in our lives. I don't know from where but one of the things that occurred in my mind after seeing him for the first time was that he would be a good father. He had struck me as a family man. But I couldn't be sure now after seeing his hideous side. Or maybe he still doesn't consider me his family. Just an obligation. 

The dinner wound up after an hour. Brad remained seated in his lap until the time to leave neared. Harold and Lily had come here for vacation as well. And tomorrow they were leaving for Chicago where they resided. 

Alex didn't utter a single syllable to me during the dinner not even when we came out. No one could have guessed we were together. So indifferent he looked of my presence. We sat in the car after bidding goodbye to them. Alex returned to his former self. His eyes had lost their warmth and expressions hardened. My expressions also turned sour after witnessing how he was a jerk just to me. I folded my arms against my chest and casted my eyes outside.

Luckily he didn't lock me out today. Alex shrugged out of his olive green denim jacket and exhaled a heavy breath that, surprisingly, caused a tingle to run down straight to my core. Funnily enough, his sigh of exhaustion made my heart sigh. What the hell. I shook my head at my uncalled reaction and made a beeline to the washroom. 

I showered quickly as Alex was still waiting out to use the washroom. But my concern turned out to be a moot point as I found Alex conked off in his bed when I came out. He hadn't even changed. Without me knowing, my feet carried me towards him. I should have stopped myself but I couldn't. It felt as if there was an intangible but powerful string pulling me towards him. I couldn't resist despite knowing the consequences. 

A soft breath shuddered out of my mouth when my eyes alighted on his features. His devilishly handsome face. I kneeled on the floor in front of him and tried to memorize his alluring features. Every fading scar. Every inch of his face. I was mesmerized by him. By his beauty. He looked so innocent in his sleep. So peaceful. 

My hands Itched to touch a small scar that sat on his right cheek. He must have got it while playing in his childhood. I wanted to know how did he get it. I wanted him to tell me the story behind this scar and the ones that littered his back. My heart lurched when I thought of that. This man had tried to kill me but still, my traitorous heart bled for whatever hardship he underwent in his past. It wasn't difficult to tell this man was hiding a whole world inside him. The more I looked at him the more tempted I feel to interlace my fingers with his. I was just a mean to an end for him but for me, he was my husband. I was still struggling to unlike him despite everything, he put me through. 

Why can't he like me? I wanted to ask him. My eyes misted over as I ponder on our loveless marriage. His hatred for me is unfathomable just like my fascination for him. My lips curled up in a rueful smile before I turned off the lamplight and got up to make my way towards the couch. I slumped back into the couch after stealing the last longing glance at him. If Only.....

The next day Alex surprised me by taking me out sightseeing. I had to ask him twice to confirm. Apparently, Mom had told him to take me on tour around the island. Thanks to her, we were finally going to get a glimpse of the beauty called Bora Bora. Alex was sporting a V-neck white shirt and blue pair of jeans. My heart kicked at his sight. I ended up wearing a white ankle-length floral dress. My choice of dressing might or might not have something to do with his outfit.     

We headed out to start our day, completely oblivious to the peculiar note it was going to end at.