My Arranged Husband

Chapter Eleven

Pearl's POV:

"You sleep on the sofa and I'll sleep on the bed." I said as I sat on the bed.

"My room, my bed, my rules. Why will I sleep on sofa? And it is too small for me." He said, crossing his hand.

"This is why people say chivalry is dead. Be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa." I said back.

"Never in a million years. If you want then you can leave the room but I'll sleep on my bed." He replied and sat beside me.

"Are you sure Mr. Anderson?" I asked, c*****g a perfect brow.

"Yes, am damn sure." He said, confidently and went to grab his sleeping clothes.

"OK. I'm going to the guest room." I said as I took my nighty out of the closet and turned to him. "Oh, I hope your servants won't doubt anything about me sleeping in another room and tell something about it to uncle Rob."

"Stay." He muttered under the breath.

"Did you say something? I don't think I heard something." I said as I batted my eyelashes innocently.

"I said stay. You can take the bed and I'll take the sofa." He said, grinding his teeth. If he keeps doing that, I think he won't have any tooth one day.

"Oh, so many thanks my dear husband." I said, squeezing his cheeks with all my strength. Serves him right.

"You didn't have to do that woman." He snapped and swatted my hands.

"Why not? You are so cute." I said as I went to squeeze his cheeks again but this time he moved back.

"Don't you dare to touch my cheeks again and don't call me cute." He practically growled like a wolf.

"Ouch. Did I hurt the mighty Ryan's ego? Gosh, what will happen now?" I asked dramatically and covered my mouth with my hand.

"Drama queen. Now move, I have to go to the washroom to change or do you want me to change here?" He said suggestively.

"Pfft. The washroom is behind you. Even if I move, it won't help you or do you want to go to another washroom?" I asked with the same attitude as his.

"I... I was telling you to move because... Because I don't want to see your face anymore." He stuttered.

"Sure you do. But Mr. Smarty-pants if you turn around you don't have to see my face." I said, smirking at him.

"Whatever." He said as he turned around.

"What a comeback!" I called from behind.

He didn't replied and it is not hard to imagine a scowl on his face, is it?

Now I have to do everything in cold blood. I can't afford to loose control on my emotions and give him the opportunity to say something hurtful to me. I have to strike before he does and I'll do it with my charming side.

It is going to be fun. Let's kill him with sweetness!

Ryan's POV:

"Wakey wakey, hubby." Someone said to me but I was really sleepy to identify the voice.

"5 minutes more." I said as I tossed around.

"No, you gotta wake up. Or else I have to take things in my hand." That someone informed, like I will get scared. As if, huh.

"Just leave." I snapped and covered my face with the duvet.

"No no no. You're going to wake up and you are going to do that right now."

I didn't replied and no one disturbed me anymore. Then I let myself fall in a dreamless slumber once again. But that didn't last long because I felt something sticky on my face. I tried to wipe it. Keyword- tried. It got worse and now my hand also felt sticky. I opened my eyes to see what was that thing and who had done this.

Surpriiiiiiise. My wife is standing there with a bottle of maple syrup in her hand and laughing like a lunatic.

"What the hell was that?" I shouted at her and went to take a tissue to clean my face.

"This?" She pointed the bottle in her hand. "This is maple syrup Mr. Oblivious."

"Thank you for stating the obvious." I scoffed. "Why did you put that on my face?"

"Oh. I tried to wake you up gently before. But you didn't budged. So I thought I should do a trick." She explained like it was no big deal.

"By using f*****g maple syrup?" I snapped. "Didn't they use water or something?"

"I thought using water is so overused. And I don't use the same thing that others have already used. I'm Pearl for God's sake." She said, flipping her hairs.

"God dammit woman. No one can win with you. Now tell me why did you wake me up?"

"Ohho. Silly you. You have office, remember?" She asked and placed the bottle on the bed side table.

"No, I don't because we are suppose to be at our honeymoon right now." I informed her and threw the tissue I used in the dustbin.

"But we are not. So don't waste time and go, take a shower. I'll take your clothes out and serve you breakfast." She said happily and left the room before I could say anything.

Can anyone tell me, what happened to her?

***

When I got out of the bathroom, I saw a royal blue shirt and a pair of ash color trousers lying down on my bed. I think it doesn't need any rocket science to know whose work was this.

If she thinks that she can steal my heart by becoming a perfect wife then she can't be more wrong. I'm not going to step in her trap.

Let's see what she does next, shall we?

I quickly changed in a black suit with a white shirt. What? Did you think I will wear what she wants me to wear? Hell no.

Changing my clothes, I went to the dining room to have my breakfast.

"Hey, good morning." Pearl greeted me enthusiastically as I pulled out a chair to sit.

"Yeah, whatever." I said sitting down.

"Didn't you find the clothes I had taken out for you?" She asked raising her brows.

"I saw them. So what?" I asked back, nonchalantly.

"Umm, I think you didn't like them. OK next day I will ask you before choosing them for you." She said, not even a single sign of disappointment on her face.

"Don't even touch my clothes again. Stay away from my things." I snapped at her.

"Why are you always snapping at me, huh? Take a chill pill. Now have your breakfast." She said, the smile on her lips never falling. She filled my glass with orange juice and placed two toasts on my plate. Is she nut or something?

"What are you doing? I can do my things on my own." I said as I grasped her hand to stop her from doing anything else for me.

"I know, hubby. God didn't gave you two hands for nothing. I just want to take care of my dear husband." She smiled like a freaking Cheshire cat.

"How many times do I have to say that you are not my wife? And why are you calling me hubby again? Did you think I forget what you did today?" I shouted at her and pulled her towards me.

"Get a grip on yourself hubby. So many questions on one go? Don't worry, I'm answering all of your questions. 1. I'm your wife and if you can't remember when did you marry me then you can ask the 100+ guests. I am sure they will let you know about all the details. 2. What should I call my husband if not hubby? Hey, bro? I think you know the answer better than me. And for your last question, I just did what I thought would be hilarious. I think I don't have to tell you that you are always frowning and shouting. But now, whenever you'll think about this morning incident, it will bring a smile on your face for sure. There, I have answered and do you have anything else to ask? If not then have your breakfast." She explained and sat beside me, on a different chair, obviously.

"No, I don't have anything else to ask. Now stop rambling. You are spoiling my appetite." I said as I'm really not able to find something to corner her.

"Sure." She said giving me knowing smirk.

Smirk all you want, dear. I'll get you back on this.