Billionaire's Wife

Playing Games,

We landed at the airport around five in the evening to only receive a warm welcome from some people. I couldn’t comprehend what they were saying in their local language and Matteo didn’t seem interested. He seemed uncomfortable and Peter was quick to get him through.

“She is welcoming you,…” A woman aged around fifty explained to me.

“Thank you,” I replied but was not in my right mind. I felt sticky between my legs and was so sore to my core. I wanted a hot shower for hours with many hours of sleep. I received the bouquet. Once noticing that Matteo has gone far I walked to him making my pace a little faster when he got into the car. I felt so sore and my breath hitched the moment I took the seat.

“All of this only because you are my wife! But no…you f*****g remain ungrateful.” He hissed while I looked at him in disbelief. “Don’t you dare look at me like this!” The car started moving and though I would love to look out to see this new place I stared at him wondering what I have done wrong.

I knew what he wanted and I so didn’t want to say it. “Thank you, Matteo.” I forwarded him the flowers given to me.

I bit my mouth when he threw the flowers out of the car.

“For what do you think I took you with me?” He pulled my arm to jerk me to him. I was blank, scared, and confused while trying to think hard about what he wanted me to do.

“Matteo?” I looked down at his other hand coming to rest on my belly. “I don’t feel desired with you…I told you it was about me in this relationship right? I have spent money on you,” He seemed annoyed and make it seem as if I was the one who fails to understand. He made a call and was talking in Italian. I gulped hard while I stared at the driver. How much I wished that he doesn’t know what we are talking about. It was so embarrassing.

But he was right. I really don’t desire him. Every time he opens his mouth it burns my ear. And, make me feel inferior, and at the loss of words.

I stare at his hand. It was huge given his height somewhat going to 6’4. Some little hair on his hand made him look even manlier. Though I have had s*x with him it was always me fearing these hands. I knew how hard their grip is and I had them printed in several places on my body. It was only today that I was staring and noticing his hand closely.

I recalled how Liam and David used to look boyish and cute, unlike my husband who I think is around thirty and already has a permanent frown on his face. It seems he was always angry and busy degrading people. This is what I have seen him doing all the time.

I recalled the day when I first saw him. Or the day of our engagement…and at that time this same face literally took my breath away but now knowing all of him I feel a chill. It only makes my stomach turn whenever I think about him. And, it saddens me to think of a forever with him. Because something confirms he will never leave me. His father wanted a patient person so he doesn't get a divorce I guess. But I don't trust me. I don't know until how long I will suffer his treatment.

Our car got into a hotel. And, peter came to open the door for him. It seems they took services from an agency to plan their arrival here. And, the people who welcomed us at the airport belonged to that firm.

“Mr. Matteo? The hotel’s owner is a politician too. He has decided to visit you…and…”

“Why the f**k it always happens?” He hissed in a somewhat low voice.

“What kind of politician?” He asked Peter before taking small steps to the hotel but Peter didn’t get to reply and we were welcomed with garlands.

“I f*****g hate it when someone pries on my schedule.” He turned to say enough for my ear.

“Mr. Matteo? We are so happy to have you.” The person seemed to know impressive English but was local. I smiled for the women who were passing me smiles. We got into the hotel and I was sure it must be one of the most expensive hotels in the world. Interior designing was amazing. Even if that politician wasn’t successful in politics he was sure a successful person regardless.

The manager told us that they had arranged a meeting with the person and his wife at the dinner time. And, Matteo didn’t seem to take it well. And, I wonder why?

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“You enjoy getting attention don’t you?” Matteo started once we got in. He seemed full of fury because his schedule was missed and here I was standing to bear his frustration. Taking the cue I went to get his tie off.

“Why you always have this gloomy face for me but whenever someone else shows up…you know how to smile,” His hands came to pull my waist and make me bump into him.

“I…was only trying to be humble. They were welcoming us…”

“Me! Only me! Who are you if I am not standing with you?...” His fingers dug deeper in my waist making me wince. “Matteo! Ahh!” I wined when his hands got too rough. I held his hands holding me in a death grip now.

“Are you looking for a way out…are you seizing this opportunity to find someone. Let me help you…There are many VIP suites here. Why don’t you try striping if your smiling is not working?”

“Matteo?” I gasped while his words broke my heart. I wanted nothing but to get out of this marriage now. This person didn’t have any filter and don’t know how to take anyone’s feelings into consideration. I had my eyes misty when he didn’t let me go and I had to start pushing his shoulders.

“Get me a f*****g bath prepared!” He left me with a jerk and I ran to the bathroom locking myself in before sinking to the floor.

I slowly moved to the bathtub and started preparing a bath for him. The bath had an open view of the beautiful city at night.

“Why the f**k I see a person I don’t want to? If I am successful that’s my hard work. My father's hard work and the hard work of my grandfathers. I don’t wanna pose with some family everyone hardly knows about. I have never f*****g even heard about them.” His shouting kept going high. It was as if he was allergic to the people who were not successful. I moved to the door to open it. I stood there to wait for him to finish his call.

“Why do you think you are here?” He roared and I moved slowly to get his suit jacket. I was beyond tired. Not only physically but mentally and didn’t have it in me to get to his orders any faster.

I was giving him a bath but could feel his body heaving in anger making me very scared in my moves. I bit my inner cheek when he held my wrist to make me hold his stick. His girth was huge enough. My fingers don’t get around it fully and I guess it makes him huge for usual.

Today, he didn’t call me gold digger or anything but was cursing the person who wanted to have a meet up with him.

I was facing the view when he decided to have me. I was holding the edge of the bathtub and inhaled deeply knowing it is the time. I was shaken to the core when he slapped my ass hard. I didn’t get any time and gritted my teeth when he pushed himself in me. I was stretched to the point it feels like he was tearing me. He continued cursing that man, his whole family, this place, or the people we have met so far while I couldn’t help my cry when he used more force on my lower back to get it down.

Only two hours were left from the meeting time and he asked me to give him a massage as he was so fed up. I didn’t get any time to get ready and decided to put on the first dress my eyes got on from my suitcase. I combed my hair into a bun and was having my nerves all wrecked when he couldn’t stop cursing.

The good thing? He decided to wear his clothes on his own. We both took the lift down and I was wondering how I will put up with his annoyed face at the dinner with this family but knew there was nothing I could do about it.

The same manager was waiting for us and guided us to a very spacious dining hall where I find a man and two women waiting for us. All of them looked kind and somewhere in their fifties. But I had learned the hard way that looks can be deceiving.

“Pleasure is all ours,” I was frozen and refuse to recognize this voice. I stared at my husband who had the same smile back I witnessed on our engagement day.

He seemed kind, content, and thankful. His perfect teeth were on display and what shocked me most was how the aura on his face was changed even.

I gulped hard and had a difficult time smiling as we walked to our guests. At first, I used to think that he does all of this because he has zero control over his emotions. But no, he was doing all of this just to torture me. Because this person was fully aware of what he was doing with me.

Here I was, sitting exhausted mentally and physically. And, he knew what he was doing with me. And, there was one thing that I knew. He can never be trusted because the man knew how to play games.

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I know the chapter is shorter but soon the real things and progress will start in the story. These scenes are to show and get you the idea of how Matteo would have acted if I skip some unnecessary parts in the future in the story to get the story moving.

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