Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (read me like a book TXT) 📗

"No...I was just curious," I clarified while fiddling with my fingers. It was getting more awkward with every minute. 

"Curious?...about whether I have had my breakfast or not? Tell me, girl, is that what your pathetic life has reduced into. Asking people if they had their meal or not?" He placed both his hands on his hips. My heart leapt up my throat when I saw him taking predatory strides towards me. His piercing gaze boring holes into my eyes but what sliced through my heart was his statement and the icy tone he had taken. He was mocking me with no amusement in his eyes. 

I backed up in response. My mind was still trying to make sense of his statement. He didn't stop coming towards me nor did I stop getting away from him until my back hit the wall. His eyes looked colder than ice but still I felt my skin being incinerated by them. I couldn't fathom why was he being so cold. 

He stopped moving when he was just an inch away from me. He raised his right hand without breaking the eye contact. I closed my eyes waiting for a stinging sensation to hit my cheek. But nothing came. There was an utter silence ruling our surrounding. A moment later, the scent of his aftershave engulfed me followed by his hot minty breath fanning my forehead. Goosebumps rippled all across my body as I sensed him getting closer. No words came out of my mouth but I could feel his gaze wandering over my face. 

Confused, I opened my eyes and sucked in a breath when I found his lips just a centimeter away from mine. His hands were planted on the walls caging me between his arms. His silver orbs roaming over my face with a keen interest. It felt as if he was memorizing every lines, wrinkles,and features of my face. The temperature in the room rose to a dangerous level. 

"Why are you here?," he demanded hoarsely against my lips while fixing his gaze on my eyes. I was lost. Completely consumed by the heat our proximity was generating. No words came to my head as my eyes were busy devouring his kissable lips. The burning lust had rendered my senses paralyzed. We stayed like this for a few seconds soaking in the warmth of each other until he pushed himself off me breaking the spell. 

I saw a smirk playing on his lips when he backed away from me. I was speechless and completely at the end of my wits by his action. He spun on his heels and gave his head a gentle shake. "Typical," he remarked in a mocking tone. 

"What?" Crystal asked not understanding what did he mean by that. 

"You are just like any other girl. You know..grls who stoops down to any level to get attention from guys. Even if the guy is someone you have met just a day ago," he explained while picking his suitjacket. Smirk still plastered over his face.

His prejudices caused my temperature to flare. How dare he compared me with other girls. I have never been an attention seeker. No one had ever called me that. And even if I was trying to get his attention, what is exactly wrong in it. He is my husband after all. I have all the right in the world to demand his attention. No wonder my surprised countenance turned into a scoff. 

"But you are not any random guy I have met a day ago. You are my husband," I argued. Alex's back visibly stiffened at my statement. He turned around while clasping a button of his suit jacket and eyed me with a warning in his eyes.

"Yeah, But don't let it get into your head. You will be left severely disappointed," he retorted. A threat lurking in his voice. Disgust shadowed his inscrutable countenance. 

"Get the fuck out of my room now and don't ever enter my room without my permission,," he spat looking straight into my eyes. 

I dropped my eyes on the ground not being able to hold his hateful gaze. Tears stung the corner of my eyes. He turned his back on me again to pick his wristwatch from the table. It was taking everything in me to stand my spot but I needed to ask him one more question. Just one more. Now seeing that he holds nothing but hatred for me.  

"Why did you marry me?" I asked blinking away tears that had started flooding my eyes

Another smirk crept over his lips when he matched my gaze through the mirror. It looked menacing and vengeful. Something that made hair in the back of my neck to rise in horror.  Then I looked in his eyes and my breath caught in my throat. He was carrying the same sinister look.  

And through the mirror he said.....

"You'll find out soon, dove."