Forced to Marry Possessive Billionaire

CHAPTER 6

The room is the biggest I have ever come across. It combines modern technology with elegant decor. It is characterized by crystal chandeliers, golden marble floors, and dark-colored marble floors.

The orange drapes are drawn, giving the room some breathtaking illumination. There is some sort of a waterfall that gives the room some cooling breeze.

I step inside and continue looking around. A big screen catches my attention, especially the way it is drilled to the sparkling white walls.

I look at the bed and widen my eyes the more. It’s a king-sized white bed with four posters. The sheets are golden in color making me want to lie down and sleep the whole day but I have a tour to take.

There is a white dresser in one corner of the big room. I turn and grin when I see an iPad, laptop, and desktop on some desk.

Wow! Is every room in this house this big? I see some door and walk to it. I open it and it leads me to a balcony that has a jacuzzi. This guy really knows how to be extravagant.

I step back into the room and catch a glimpse of another door. I open it and gasp. It’s a walk-in closet. Clothes, my size are well outlined in the closet. I run my fingers on one and gasp at the price stepping back a bit to compose myself.

There are elegant shoes in a different partition. I won’t start counting how many pairs there are. Handbags are also arranged neatly. I decide to open the drawers. They contain my panties, knickers, and bras.

I step out of the closet and draw in a sharp breath. I open another door that leads me to the bathroom. It’s huge, bigger than my living room, and has some classy bathtub.

I step out and look around again. This place is classy. Everything here combines to give the room luxurious apparel and I’m going to take advantage of this. There is no way out so I can’t spend my time brooding over some ass. I’m going to show him that I can’t be messed with and no matter what he tries to do, I won’t get that. That starts with the email.  He has to know that I am a badass when it comes to satisfying results.

I walk to the desk and plop on the comfortable chair. There is already an email from the fucker.

*from Sagecarter

‘That’s the email address. Be fast. I don’t have all day.’

I read aloud and sigh heavily, trying to control my anger. He is really pissing me off.

I compose an email and attach my resume after thorough editing. He is unpredictable and I’m ready for anything he throws at me.

I click send and relax back on my seat waiting for him to email me back. Guess that’s how we will be communicating. An email pops up on the screen and I open it hurriedly.

*To: Caily Jones

    ‘Re-do the skills. They are too vague. An editor shouldn’t  have a problem with that.’

*Sage Carter.

“ugh!” I hit the table and wish the thoughts of killing him will go away. He is really trying my patience.

*****

He walks into the kitchen and gives me a long look. I concentrate on the pasta and meatballs I’m making ignoring him completely.

The thought of his presence makes me want to throw up and I just want to finish cooking and go back to my room.

I serve him and place the plate before him.

“You ain’t  eating?” He asks pushing the plate away. “I’m not into pasta and meatballs. Couldn’t you think of something better?

I cover my face in exasperation and grit my teeth. He is really making it hard for me.

“What do you want from me?” I shout. “What.. do.. you.. want… from.. me?” I ask amidst gritted teeth.

“Forgot why you are here? The essence of all this is to make you miserable and it’s  happening step by step.”

“I got your chef’s recipe. I followed all the instructions. I followed all the steps. I was working my ass off and now you don’t like pasta? Okay.  What do you want to eat?” I scream. I feel an itch on my vocal cords and glower at him.

“This is my house and my house, my rules. You should have figured out that by now. Don’t shout at me. Don’t talk back at me. I don’t work that way and if you want your bitchy ass to be safe, you will oblige. I have no time for soothing you.” He pulls the plate towards him, glaring at me hard.

“Next time be careful.” He digs into the food.

“Need anything else? I want to go to my room.”

“Yes. You ain’t going to work for me. You are going to stay home because your resume is pathetic. Can’t  risk someone incompetent working anywhere so you are going to sit your ass home and concentrate on looking pretty for your husband.”

“You aren’t  my husband.”

“That will be all over by tomorrow. Just need to have a fake marriage certificate leaked and the press will take care of the rest for us.”

“You know what? I’m ready for any s**t you throw at me. You find me incompetent, fine, I will stay here locked in like some criminal. I don’t care what you do from now on. You can do whatever you want. It’s  your house, your rules and if you will excuse me, I will go back to my cage!” I shout and storm out.

I run upstairs and get into my room banging the door furiously. I slump on the bed and look at the chandeliers trying to find comfort in them but that doesn’t happen. I’m miserable here.

Tomorrow is on a Monday and I have to stay indoors because according to him, I’m incompetent.

I feel my eyes clouding with tears and let them flow freely. This is not the type of life I signed up for. I would be in my apartment, with my life back because this is not the life I want but sadly, I can’t do anything about it. The moment I try stepping out of that door I will get killed. I have seen the security system here and it’s a serious one.

I hear my phone vibrating on the nightstand and reach for it. It’s  Alina. Another b***h I don’t want to hear from.

“What?”I shout and shift on the bed.

“Are you crying?”

“Oh please! Stop acting like you are concerned.”

“Why are you mad at me? Because of the Sage thing?”

“You haven’t  figured that out until now?”

“I don’t  think there is an issue there Caily.”

“Oh! You don’t? How about you try keeping a friend’s information secret? Some of us don’t like publicity and you humiliated me. My parents aren’t  talking to me and you bitches are to blame for the whole of it.”

“Come on. People had to know you are dating the great Sage.”

“And who said you can make such decisions  for me?”

“You know what? Don’t answer that and stop calling me. Tell the other bitches that.” I hang up and toss the phone on the nightstand. I simply don’t want anything to do with them again.