Pregnant With The Billionaire's Heir

Monalisa's POV I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps! I hope this would aid to wash out the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I have been hiding in the bathroom for almost an hour. For a bride on her wedding night, that was at least thirty two minutes too long. I, Monalisa Lucas just got married to a billionaire! A billionaire! Was I supposed to be happy? Hell no! My new husband is from one of the most popular influential families in America and the heir to the Lucas empire. He is a freaking billionaire and I hate it. I hate billionaires. My new husband?.. None of this seems real. This should be a dream and I pray to snap out of this nightmare sooner than later or I would end up losing my mind. I had fantasized about standing at the altar beside him. I had dreamt of cooking him corn dogs and hot chilies - his favorite. I had imagined massaging his tired body each day he gets back from work and cuddle him to bed. But those dreams had gone up in flames because I ended up getting married to my worst enemy. Now here I am, a twenty year old woman, embarking on a two year marriage of convenience with an annoying billionaire who only cares about his shares and sees marriage as a game. How absurd those words sounds. I closed my eyes as the water poured freely on my skin. If only it could wash away the guilt and anger that I feel right now. Yes, I am so angry right now. I am angry at life for playing such a scary game at me. I am angry at myself for not being able to provide mum's hospital bill, if I had the huge amount of money the doctor had asked, I wouldn't have signed any contract with this jerk. I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard someone banging on the door. "Hey! What are you doing inside?" Alexander hoarsed. "Playing football" I snarled. Such a dumb question! "That is not what I meant. You have been in there almost forever." He said, stating the obvious. " Can you get the hell out of there or I will be forced to break open the door" Pervert. Thank goodness I had shut the bathroom door earlier, I don't trust him even a bit. " You don't have to threaten me, I am coming out already" I hissed. I turned off the shower and wrapped the white towel around my breast region before stepping out from the bathroom. I unbolted the door and without uttering a word to him, I walked past him and sauntered over to my dressing table. I heard him bang the bathroom door behind him making me flinch. What is his problem?. I rubbed some cream all over my body and slipped into my night wear. I let out a sigh of relief and laid down on the king sized bed. Three of my bed can't even measure up to this. I felt so much comfort as my skin came in contact with the bed. All of my life I have been laying on a bed which is just a few metres away from the ground, so uncomfortable and hard that I wake up almost every morning with pains all over my body. But Alex bed is different. So soft, big, many metres above the ground. It felt so good! I kept on rolling on the bed smiling and enjoying every moment of it. I didn't notice when Alex came out of the bathroom. "What are you doing? Get off my bed now!" He roared making me flinch back in fear. I looked up to see him dressed in black pant and white singlet. Did he got changed in the bathroom?. "Hey! Don't you dare yell at me, you almost scared me" I scowled, sitting up. He shot me a hard stare. " Can you please get off my bed" He repeated, a bit calmly. "No. I won't" " What do you mean by you won't? This is my bed and I don't plan on sharing it with anyone, not even you." I don't plan on sleeping with you either, jerk. I scoffed. " Your bed? Looks like you are forgetting something. We are now married so whatever belongs to you, also belongs to me" " Really? Does that include your body?" He said slowly walking towards me with a mischievous smile on his face. I stood up and moved backwards surprised at his sudden change of character. The more I walked backwards, the closer he came to me. My head snapped back to bravely glare at him. He seemed unfazed and amused with the corner of his mouth lifted up. I hated how he could make my stomach flip even with the slightest move he made. It was so infuriating. "Stay away from me" I spat with much venom that I could gather. He got closer and forced my back against the glass windows. I tried to move away but he reached out and flattened both of his palms against the glass, imprisoning me between his hands. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked enticingly. "I..I...I..you" I couldn't think straight with him being this close hovering over me like a predator playing with it's prey before the kill. His tantalizing scent attacking my nostrils, making me want to inhale deeper. One of his hands moved away from the glass, captured my chins, lifted it so that our eyes would meet. The eyes staring back at me was a foot above mine and they reflected the beautiful city lights behind me. It felt like looking at stars in the night. I closed my eyes, trying to force out the crazy thoughts out of my mind and praying that he doesn't go any further or I might end up doing something that I would regret later. He chuckled and suddenly let go of me. My brows furrowed as I slowly opened my eyes. He laughed at my disappointed look - scratch that, I wasn't disappointed. I glared at him. I had to teach him a lesson for trying to play mind games with me so I quickly pinched him hard on his hand, he groaned out in pain. "Have you lost your mind?" He yelped. "It fits you right" I snapped happily. I wasn't satisfied with my revenge so I hurriedly picked up one of the pillows from the bed and continuously hit him with it. "Next time, you will think twice before laying your filthy fingers on me" He dodged it and picked up a pillow too and struck me with it. "Ouch" I exclaimed and hit him back. He retaliated and hit me again on my head with the pillow. We kept on hitting ourselves without any of us willing to give up, more like those wrestlers in the television. We suddenly heard a knock on the door and that made us stopped fighting abruptly. We looked at each other, thinking of what next to do and without uttering a word, we quickly dived under the duvet, this was the best thing to do. After another knock, the door cracked open to reveal Alex mother, Anita. We both sat up on the bed with our bodies still under the duvet and breathing heavily. "Sweet Jesus" Anita exclaimed staring at the floor. I and Alex looked down and was surprised to see cottons scattered all over the floor, it must have fallen from the pillows during our fight. Alex cleared his throat. "What are you doing here mum?" "Sorry. I came to check up on you guys because I was scared that.." Alex cuts her off "scared of what?" " Forget about it. I am happy with what I am seeing. You guys should continue with what you were doing before i came in okay?" She chuckled and left. Is she serious right now? Looks like Alex is not just crazy but everyone in his house. I quickly pushed the duvet off my body as soon as she closed the door behind her and let out a deep breath of relief. We both shot ourselves a hard stare waiting for the other to take a step first.