Billionaire's Replaced Bride

Chapter 6: He is a hot mess

Ivanna

I roll in the super comfortable bed, smelling the scent of fresh sunrays brushing my skin. Yawning and rubbing my eyes, I open my eyes and see through the window and recall that I'm not in my tiny apartment in Texas.

A shiver ran down at the thought of Christian sleeping next to me. I immediately turned to look beside me. There's no one. I peek towards the washroom and then at the clock. It's ten and he must have left for work.

Sigh!

I get out of bed and collect my clothes from the closet. Morning means a warm shower for me. I stand under the shower and let my skin absorb the dampness and warmth.

With a new morning.

I am a married woman now with all my expectations churning into pieces. Apart from loving someone, I always dreamt about a simple and sweet married life. A rich husband was never preferable to me, let alone a billionaire. I valued time in a relationship more than money. I believed a rich man could never give me something I valued.

But the opposite happened to me. My rich alien husband is only obsessed with making money that he -- anyways I don't care.

I come out and inform Mrs Fisher that I'm awake. She prepares breakfast for me. Even though I want to ask her to let me do that, I need some rest today. I'll start my work regularly tomorrow.

My entire day passes exploring the villa, it is huge enough to explore and kill time.

Christian has come for dinner even today. I asked Mrs Fisher to bring my dinner to my room but she insisted that I sit next to Christian. She thinks that he'll feel good If I have dinner with him. Which I don't believe that he cares. He's again on the call when I am quietly munching on my food.

I don't understand a single word he is saying but he is always so rude to his employees. As always yelling in a harsh tone. Even today , he finishes dinner and moves to leave. I have a million dollar question for him.

If he is eventually gonna leave, why does he come home to eat a tiny portion of the meal? He can get it in his office anyway. Won't that save his time?

"The deadline doesn't bother me, Hayden," Christian takes his blazer and walks out.

"Christian," I called him out abruptly and immediately regretted it right away.

He is on important call I don't think he will find me important enough to ditch his call. But surprisingly, he stops and turns towards me.

"Hold on!" He says on the call, looking straight into my eyes "hmmm" he says

My lips trembling because of his sudden attention on me. He is gazing at me so intensly that it makes me anxious.

"Speak up fast, I need to leave," he tells.

"Monster alien," I whisper cursing him and looking up confidently." I know I shouldn't be informing you but since it's your house, I should inform you that. I need to go out regarding some work tomorrow. So --" I can't even finish as he speaks.

"You can't go out of this villa this week," he tells me in a bossy tone.

Wait, what?

"But why? You can't cage me in here"

"I'm not saying that I'll be caging you or whatever. You can do whatever you want but after this week." He groans

"And why should I listen to you?" I cross my arms.

He looks annoyed as he glanced at his wristwatch.

"I can't believe I'm wasting my time arguing with you. But hear me out. I'm busy this week."

"So?" I scoff.

"I don't want any camera to capture you, before I introduce you as my wife at the reception. Next week I have arranged a reception. So, just hold on," he says.

"What's the big deal? What the problem if Anya sees me before---"

"There's a problem. Major problem. And you'll need to know this lifestyle. Now, you're not a simple girl anymore, Ivanna. You're my wife Christian Scott's wife. So there indeed will be some changes," his words leave me stunned.

"But I can't change myself," I exclaim.

"I'm not asking you to change but you should bother to adjust a bit. Enough of this. I'm getting late," he storms out of the villa in seconds. Leaving me fuming in rage.

"I'll die from boredom, you Alien Scott," I scream though I know he can't hear me.

Slamming myself on the chair, I start stuffing ny mouth again. As my eyes roll, I realised how much koud we were sounding while Arguing. Mrs Fisher along with few cleaners were staring at me.

I m so damn pissed at him.

*

The Alien Scott sent me a brand new phone and MacBook for me through Kane. just thrigty minutes after he left, Kane arrived at the villa and handed me the box and asked me to not get bored.

So, the alien actually heard me screaming. Good for him.

After dinner, I settled everything on my phone and MacBook finally. The first thing i did was to call Emily. She might be going crazy as I didn't contact her ever since I landed in Dallas.

"Omg! Ivanna!" She screams after hearing the news if my wedding. Actually, not my wedding. Her shock revolve around the fact that I'm married to Christian Scott. She goes completely silent.

"Emily, are you alive?" I roll my eyes and disconnect the call.

A few minutes later I face time her. She appears right away with a devasted and shocked look. It seems like she's sad more than happy for me. This girl!.

"Are you alright?" I ask her

"Can I be? Are you serious, Ivanna? Did you marry Christian Scott? I can't believe it. I still can't believe it."

"Even I can't," I mumble.

"That's why you were keeping your relationship private? Huh?" She frowns at me. "You were secretly dating him and hiding this from me. I know Stella and Rose are jealous sometimes but what about me, Ivanna?" She shedding tears, Crazy girl!.

"Hey, shut up. You know I would never date rich guys. He's not the same guy and I hate him"

"Hate whom? Christian Scott?"

"Yes," I tell her

"You must be kidding me, right?" She passes me a dirty look. " Anyways, you have seen closely, right?" Her eyes spark.

Yes, closer than expected. I have seen him too closely and it was embarrassing as hell.

"Yeah," I mutter.

"God!" She screams and covers her mouth. " I have never seen him accept the magzine covers, he must be hotter in person. Right? Tell me, is he hot?"

With her words, my mind drifts me back to last night. His perfectly structured musculine body, covered with water droplets, his muscles moving as he was wiping his hairs, his thick veins almost popping out of his skin and his intense eyes which could beat all of them right away.

"He is" the words slip from my mouth before I could stop them, and my eyes moves abruptly towards the door finding Christian standing in the door way. "He is not"

I look at him and he is frowning at me.

"What?" Emily exclaims. " Are you blind, Ivanna? I think you haven't seen him properly yet. You should explore your husband, girl. You know what just go for it, strip him down, touch him , suck him and have your way with him he is all yours.

My cheeks turns hot and I can't dare to look at Christian after my shameless friends statement. He can hear everything.

"You're impossible, Emily," I tell her and disconnect the facetime and throw the phone on bed.

Gosh! I don't know how long he is been standing there. What will he think? That I am fantasising about him with my friend? Ah this is embarrassing.

"The "not" was added after you saw me," I heard him chuckling and l look up, embarrassed as hell.

"Huh!" I try to act as I can't understand him.

Indeed, I wanted to say he is hot.

But he's a hot mess and I don't want to give satisfaction to his ego by telling that to him.

"If you're fond of lying, then I can't help it," he walks into the closet and grabs his clothes. " I hope you're not bored now"

"Not exactly," I mumble. " But I didn't need such expensive things. You could have got something budget friendly."

"The salesperson would have laughed at me, if I asked him to give me budget friendly things," he scoffs.

Such an arrogant bastard! What's problem with small budget things? But no, he wants to show off.

However, I find it better to clear the misunderstanding about Emily's statement.

"My friend things that our marriage is like the typical one. That's why she was uttering nonsense," I say

"I know. And I could see your friend is more excited than you are," he turns and leans against the closet and smirk.

"She's like that. If she knew how you are as a person, she would never --" I pause and gulp the rest of the sentence down my throat.

He walks towards me, keeping his hands in his pockets. With each step he takes towards me, I squirm my self back on bed.

"How am I?" He asks in a low tone, his voice is raspya and soft but it's enough to send shivers down my spine. I shrug and sneer at him.

"Tell me how I am"

"I -- no. That's not -- I don't think my opinion matters to you," finding no accurate word, I speak nervously.

"That's crazy. It definitely matters and I'm eager to know what my wife thinks about me," he says.

Our eyes connect with eachother and I gasp.

"Come on, don't be shy to say that you're lusting over me and you are regretting keeping such stupid conditions," he grins. It makes my blood boil.

I clench my jaw, glaring at him. He thinks I'm lusting over him? It's all because of that stupid Emily.

"You're mistaken," I state,to which he purses his lips into a smile.

"No. I am not, I think you are just shy to accept it."

"A f*****g NO. You wanna know what I think about you, right? So, hear me out. You're a bloody rich brat, an alien, a monster an arrow jerk and I hate you," I scream at him, squeezing my eyes shut.

A blink my eyes and I regret lashing out on him this way. His eyes were calm looking at me, making my throat dry. He says nothing and leans closer to me. I should have kept my f*****g mouth shut.

He leans more towards me, almost next to my face and I close my eyes tightly. Anxiety taking over me with his closeness. What is he going to do?

Then it's gone, I don't feel his closeness anymore and I open my eyes finding him standing next to the bed with AC remote in his hand. It was behind me. Was he taking that?

Jeez!!

What was I thinking. But he didn't react to my statement. Suddenly, I started feeling cold. He has just dropped the temperature.

"What the --" I wrap myself with my arms. "It's too cold. I'm gonna freeze"

"Well, I think you needed it to cool your temper down. Otherwise, the veins in your head would burst." He says and walks into the washroom leaving me my mouth open.

"Alien!" I seethe at him and grab the remote and set the temperature back to normal.

It has been more than 48 hours since we got married. I haven't talked to Dad and Janice since the wedding day. It feels a bit awkward. I don't even know the equation between my family and Christian.

Dad had told me that he's very dangerous. He has threatened to destroyed family. But I can't find him that cruel. Yes, he's indeed a arrogant but I can't picture him threatening someone.

I have saved dad's number in my new phone. I climbed down the bed and dialled his number.

"Dad," I whisper happily.

"Ivanna," dad speaks from other end. "How are you?"

"I'm--"

Something like a storm rushes over me. When I realise what just happened, my eyes widen at Christian. He has snatched my phone and disconnected the call.

What the hell was that?

"I was talking to dad," I exclaim. "Why did you--"

"I thought you read the contract we'll," he says.

He has nothing in his body, water droplets dripping down his body, from his wet hairs to his neck then towards his chest and down and his eyes are dark. Stop it Ivanna it's not the time to check him out.

"I didn't get you," I scoff. "What does the contract have to do with me talking to my father?"

"Is this how you were going to do business with me?" He mocks and walks towards the closet, pulling out the copy of the contract paper and shoving it in my hands. "Read it. I also had a condition that you won't keep any contact with your family untill I want you to."

I can't believe this. Gawking at the papers, I am left stunned on the spot.