Trapped In Contract Marriage

Chapter 7

George POV

“I, George Dewsbury, accept Crystal Harding as my wedded wife.” The vow that I hadn’t finished because I did not want to promise her a lifetime happiness because I had already promised myself to never let her smile for a moment. To be a pain in her ass for the rest of my life.

"Congratulations on your marriage, your wife is f*****g beautiful. You must be loving her so much." Lana said with a wink, and all the friends burst into laughter. Nathan too joined us with my friends who arrived for my marriage from Russia.

“I'm glad you're here. She must be dying when you f**k her.” She added,

I also felt that way during my wedding, but it didn't turn out like that. I took a sip of beer, I had chosen the strongest damn beer. The way Crystal talked with me right now, I should have ripped her skin off.

Do you think I will let you touch me? Never. I'd prefer to die than let you touch my body. I will never fall for a person like you. I will love anyone in this world but not you.

Her words were still echoing in my ears, perhaps she was the first person who said this to me. Nathan was right, she was fierce, and when I even attempted to catch hold of her, she pushed my hand away strongly, as if she was disgusted by my touch.

"Oh yeah, you should be with your wife at this time. Poor thing must be waiting for you in your room, don’t you want to bang her tonight?" Jasmine's voice dripped with sarcasm.

It’s not like I haven’t had s*x before. I had many. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and at this age I have become expertise in f*****g any w***e right now. I never had soft s*x, but it was somewhat harsh. Not b**m too, but whenever I had it, it was emotionless. f*****g and investing emotions both are different things for me. After having s*x with any girl, I never used to sleep with them. I probably never even saw their faces. I don't remember anyone's face; those girls wanted the same from me as well.

"Marriage... Wedding" I mumbled and stared at my wedding ring. I felt too itchy wearing it. Anyway, this wedding meant nothing to me, so I grabbed to take it off, suddenly my gaze fixed on the breath-taking figure on the distant shore. Among the glistening waves, she looked like a f*****g goddess. Water caressed her fingers, as if the waves themselves were worshiping her. Her white attire clung to her curves, the moonlight turning her into an ethereal temptress. Long brown hair cascaded down her back, a sensual contrast against the dark night.

I shot a glance at the other girls, wondering if they were as bewitched by this heavenly creature as I was, or if maybe the alcohol had pushed me into some wild fantasy. I was lost in my thoughts for a while, when Nathan pointed at her.

"George, is she your wife? Amidst those sea waves."

My heart damn near stopped at those words. No f*****g way, it can't be her. Sure, she's hot, but not hot enough to make my heart throb like that.

"My wife? No chance." I quickly refused. I asked her not to step out. She must be sobbing at the edge of the bed, and I can imagine it right now.

"She's drop-dead gorgeous, even in prison attire she..." Nathan was about to say something, but my creepy grin shut him the f**k up.

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Crystal POV

"My wife? Stop talking about her, do you really want to spoil the room by taking her name?" He was downing alcohol. A distinct jealousy burned within me. One girl was fondling his chest, while another was massaging between his legs, aiming to give him an erection. Abruptly, his eyes fixated on me, and he halted them all.

You won't leave your f*****g room.

His words surged through me, pushing me to hurry along.

"Crystal, stop," his voice struck me like the crackle of erratic lightning. I froze in my tracks.

"What did I tell you? Why the f**k did you step out of your room?" The stench of alcohol wafted from his mouth; he was so damn drunk that I wondered how he kept himself on his feet.

"I'm not some object you can toss around, and I won't be kept locked away like that." I replied. I was kind of rebellious, I refused to obey him. One more thing, I don’t think he would be aggressive before his foreign friends.

"Hey beautiful, will you join us?" one of his Russian friends asked me. It’s been almost a year since I had a drink. Usually, I didn't drink much, especially during flights, as we had an alcohol test before boarding. So, I only used to drink during vacations. And seeing my favourite beer, Adel Scott, was enough to water my mouth.

I put my ass down beside that friend, and realised the sharp heating gaze of George. Just then, his friend placed his hand on my shoulder and started offering me beer.

‘Drink Darling…” I was just about to drink it, and suddenly the beer bottle was held by George's firm hand. I stared at him angrily. Did only he have the right to have fun?

“Get off right now or my friends would first time witness me f*****g someone so recklessly.” He warned me, gripping my hand and pulled me out of the crowd. He took me away from them.

"Hey, George. Don't waste your time on this chick. Let's enjoy our f*****g night." One of them swaggered over, hugging George from behind.

"Night? If you wanted to get laid with these bitches all night, you should have well married one of them," I retorted with a sarcastic grin. His buddies were eyeing the scene.

"But I don't get off on torturing you. Now get lost and go lie down in your room," George scoffed, turning back to his crew for more revelry. The wind was picking up speed.

I had zero interest in standing there and watching their s**t show. I returned and crashed in my room. I used to be an ambitious chick, dreaming of becoming a captain after busting my ass for years. If I had the chance, I would have flown away from here by now.

I was damn exhausted, and I couldn't even tell when the hell my eyes gave in. I passed out right after hitting the bed. Maybe it had been ages since that concrete slab got swapped out for a plush velvet sheet and silky satin pillows. Sleep hit me like a freight train, fast and deep as f**k.

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George POV

She left, but my blood was boiling. Who gave her permission to come here and sit with Rafael? My veins were throbbing with aggression.

"Wow, your wife is really beautiful. Just like Nathan said..." Rafael said, he mixed a drink with sparkling water for me and handed it over. I refused.

"Stay away from her. She's the most troublesome girl." I took a sip from my can and glanced towards the waves, noticing its radiance had slightly dimmed. Everything changed all of a sudden. Just a while ago, it is the most beautiful place on the earth and now it is creepier than any graveyard. The shine was lost. I left the glass there and started heading towards my room. Why is this f*****g woman leaving her traces everywhere? Even strong alcohol could not vanish her thoughts from my mind.

"George, what's wrong?" The girls started to panic. “Where are you leaving?”

"Nothing. You guys enjoy it. Nathan will take care of you." I waved at them and entered my room. As soon as I stepped inside, my gaze fell upon Crystal, comfortably sleeping on the bed. She was in such deep slumber that she hadn't even realized I had arrived.

"Crystal..." I called out to her angrily; my voice sent shivers down people's spines. She was sleeping as if she hadn't slept for a whole year. When she didn't respond to my voice again, I lifted her into my arms. Her sleep was disrupted, and she opened her half-closed eyes, staring at me in confusion.

"What happened? Why did you wake me up?" She asked, sounding distressed.

"I married you to make your life a living hell. How can I watch you sleep peacefully?" I cradled her in my arms and carried her out onto the beach.

“Where are you taking me, leave me now.” She was screaming, flattering her legs, having no idea what was about to happen. She even punched my chest, but her punches were less painful than an ant biting my leg. I took her to the shoreline. Her feet were shaking, and completely unaware of what was coming next.

I led her into the middle of the sea, her face had turned pale, and she got a little hint about what was going to happen to her.

"You... What... what are you doing?" Her lips were trembling. A smile spread across my face, which made her even more nervous.

"Splaaash..." I threw her into the water. In the chilly night, the cold water hit her body.

"Ahh..." She started screaming, her screams felt like music to my ears.

"You like playing with the waves, right? Well, go ahead and play," I said, and began to walk back. She kept on screaming.