CHAPTER 4
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“What?”
Is this guy high on something? Marry him? Why would I get married to such an asshat? He has said it’s just partnership. What the hell does that even mean?
“Yes.” He paces around making me stand. I can’t sit anymore.
“Are you crazy?”
“I was perfectly okay but the moment you dragged my name into your s**t, you messed with the wrong person baby.” He steps towards me and looks into my eyes. “ You messed with the wrong person.” He emphasizes gritting his teeth and walks towards the kitchen. “I need some water.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? Can you stop being a jerk?” I shout.
“No one shouts at me.” He picks a bottle of water from the fridge and uncorks it, gulping the water down.. he doesn’t even use a glass. What is wrong with this guy?
“You can’t force me to do that.”
“Which part? Not shouting at me or ‘marrying me’?”
This is just some wasted semen and the longer he stands in my kitchen, the more I hate him. I should grab a knife and deal away with him. I just can’t stand him.
“Marrying you!” I grit my teeth.
“I didn’t lie about us. I didn’t go to the press and lie about the pregnancy. You did it and there are consequences. You are lucky I’m being civil with you.”
“Lucky? You call this lucky?”
“Yap. Wouldn’t you call it that?” he raises a brow and sips some water. “See the men out there? They can make you disappear. It won’t be hard for them to do it so if I were you, I would do what I’m being told. I don’t bluff Miss Jones. You are going to live with me and you will confirm that.” He gives me a murderous look scaring me.
I know he is not bluffing. He can easily have me killed. Why am I so stupid? Why don’t I ever think before I utter a word?
“So it’s marriage?”
“Nope. Some sort of partnership. I can’t marry you. You are not my type. I like a little more sauce in my women and you lack that.”
“I get I’m not your type. You are not mine too.” I glare at him. “So what do you mean by partnership?”
“You will live with me. The rumors won’t be pulled down. I want everyone to know we are married and that you are pregnant.”
“You said we are not getting married. Don’t you think the world will know it’s some sort of a bluff?”
“Let me worry about that. Worry about being pretty for your ‘husband’.”
“You are absolutely high on something.”
“I don’t think so. You tarnished my name but I’m taking advantage of the whole thing and making your life a living hell until you regret doing it. Next time, use the thing we call a brain and think before saying anything. I think you have it, right? ”
“You don’t scare me.”
“Your face tells me something else.”
I shut my eyes and shudder at the thought of him hurting me. He is just a monster.
“Okay.” I exhale heavily and open my eyes. “What else?” I can do this. I brought this upon myself. As he said, I made my bed so I better lie on it.
“You will change the way you look; the way you behave, your manner of dressing, your hair, your behavior.”
“Why would I change the way I look?”
“Because it’s a command and not some sort of negotiation! He snaps. “ I can’t go with you to important meetings and conferences looking like a crown so be ready to change everything!” he has such a commanding tone. He intimidates me.
Nope.
Scratch that.
He scares me. I’m scared of what he is capable of doing. I can’t argue with him or I will get hurt. Not just me. My whole family will get hurt. I have seen these types of people in movies. They can hurt anyone to put a point across.
“And?”
“You will have your bedroom. We can’t share rooms.”
“What else? Be your slave?”
“Don’t be stupid. I have enough servants.”
“I don’t get it. What’s your deal in all this? I don’t see how you are going to make my life a living hell if you have enough servants.”
“Here is the drill. I will see other women. Not just seeing. I will bring them to the house, to my room, and shag them.”
“So? I have no problem with that.”
“You ain’t allowed to see other men. If I come to know of any infidelity I will have the two of you killed.”
“So you are threatening me?”
“Yes. That’s how I work!” he bellows. “I give my people an off on Fridays and they come back on Sundays. You will be in charge of cooking for me and my mist on weekends.”
Is this guy for real? How can one be such a jerk? I hate him and I hate Alina, Natalie, and Layla. If they had kept their mouths shut, I wouldn’t be in this situation. I would be in some dinner that sucks but I rather have that instead of this hell that is building up.
He said he is going to make my life unbearable. I didn’t get it but now I do. Forcing me to pretend we are married is bearable but not allowing me to see other people and bringing his women to the house is something else. How will I deal with all this?
I hate my life. I hate every bit of this and the fucker standing before me doesn’t look moved. He is giving the same murderous look he had when he stepped in and I know he means every bit of it.
I can do this. I know I can do it. As long as I don’t have feelings for him, it will work. It’s going to work.
I sigh heavily and slump on some seat. “What else?”
“You quit your job. I can’t have my wife working as someone’s PA.”
“What? I can’t quit my job. It is…”
“Your everything? I know that crap but this is not up for negotiation.”
“You can’t force me to do that.”
“It will be so easy to do that. Where I force him to fire you and blah blah blah? You won’t get a job anywhere else unless you do what I say.”
“Wow!”
“Yes. Wow.”
“You will be a stay home mother. Remember we are expecting a child.”
“Why can’t I work?”
“Because I will provide anything you need. You are lucky. Many women would give up anything to have the life I’m offering you.”
“The life you are offering me? I don’t think anyone would want that.”
“They would. Women worship the ground I walk on and they would do anything to be around me.”
“Not me.”
“Because you are some sort of a b***h!”
“When is this happening? I need you to get out of my house!” the more he stays here the more I want to kill him.
“I will have my men pick you tomorrow morning. Don’t pack anything. I don’t need any of your crap in my house.”
“So I will stay naked in your house?”
“As much as sarcasm turns me on, not with you.”
“You will get new clothes and anything else you need there. I already told you we are changing everything. See you.” He tosses the empty bottle in the sink and walks out of the kitchen.
I hear the door open and close and bury my face in my hands. This is just complicated and I wish it’s all a dream but it’s real. This will be the reality until he feels he has had enough revenge which might be forever.
- Writer
