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

"Excuse me," I rose to my feet to go to the loo. I felt the pressure building in my stomach. 

Someone had locked the door from inside. Probably having sex. I pebbled my fist at the door but no one opened it. This was getting really frustrating. I had to pee. This was getting urgent. I knocked again but no response came from inside. I pulled my lips between my teeth and looked around desperately. 

"Door locked? It happens every time," a familiar voice hit my ear. I looked around to see the same man standing behind me. I gave him a blank look.

"I had come to use the loo too and saw you standing here for the last five minutes," he answered my unasked question.

I nodded and turned back to the bathroom door to shoot a death glare at him while shifting on my legs.

"You know I have a VIP room here. You can use my bathroom if it's urgent," he offered

I looked back at him.

"No thanks. I am sure they'll open the door in a minute," I declined politely.

 "No, they won't," he assured me nonchalantly. I huffed in frustration.

"Could you take me to the room?" I eventually asked him. He nodded and started walking in opposite direction, expecting me to follow him. 

I would have never accepted his offer in any other circumstances. But right now I really needed to relieve myself of the uncontrollable pressure building in my belly. 

He led me through a quiet alley that had many VIP rooms on both sides. The second last one was his as he opened the door with his card.                           

"That door," his finger pointed in a certain direction. 

I muttered a thank to him and strode inside the door. One more second and I would have surely ped my dress. 

After finishing the business and taking a breath of relief I came out. 

The man whose name I didn't know yet was sitting on the edge of his bed waiting for me. 

"Thanks for letting me use your bathroom," I gave him a soft smile.

"No problem," he smirked and rose to his feet. 

"I should leave now," I stated and started walking towards the door.

"Sure," he smiled and led me to the door. I was walking when my leg slipped and I grabbed his arm for support. 

But before he could collect ourselves someone flung the door open. The loud sound of the door hitting the wall made me jump in my spot. But what made my stomach roil was the person who emerged from behind the door.

And he looked furious.

ALEX

I was all alone in the room when I woke up. My eyes darted around for Crystal but she was nowhere. I padded towards the balcony but she wasn't there either. Where the hell is she. I was pondering over when my eyes caught the sight of a piece of paper resting on the bedside table.

My creased forehead smoothened over when I read the content of the note.

I hit Aldrich up to know about their whereabouts. The decision not to call Crystal was intentional as I didn't want her to think that I cared about her. I didn't care about her. Aldrich told me that they were exploring the local market. I disconnected the call and jumped into my work. 

Her scalp massage had really done a good job. I never had slept this long and this soundly. More than ten hours. 

My thoughts traveled back to her after sunset. Aldrich had told me that they were going to a nightclub in the evening. I didn't object as I wanted her to stay away from me as much as possible. But not under any circumstances, I was going to compromise with her security. She was my prey. Only mine to destroy. Only mine to inflict pain on. And that is why I had commanded Aldrich to keep an eye on her.

My concentration broke at the chime of my phone. Aldrich's number flashed on the screen.

"What's the matter?" I asked 

'Mr. Knight, I have been looking for Crystal but I can't find her," My posture erected as I stood up immediately

"Can't find her? Where are you guys right now?" I stalked towards the door in long strides. 

"Resort's Club," he replied. I disconnected the call and my pace expedited.  

I got into the club in a matter of three minutes. Aldrich and I looked everywhere but she wasn't around. Then I asked the bartender who told me about a man who had been conversing with her. My blood boiled at the piece of information. The manager led us to his room and opened the door for us. 

I pushed the door open and saw her clinging to a man's arm. Fucking whore. 

Pure rage hissed through my veins. I felt an acrid burn consuming my insides. Deadly waves of unadulterated anger flamed every cell of my body ablaze. Crystal removed herself from him immediately.

Kill..kill...kill...the diabolic voice echoed in my head as I made my way towards the man. The terror in his eyes fed my anger. Someone called my name but I couldn't hear it through the thick layer of rage fogging up my mind.             

I thwacked his face hard with my fist. He fell to the ground by the impact. And then I picked him up by his collar and slammed him into the wall. The man was too shocked to retaliate, gave me a perfect opportunity to break his jaw. All I could see was red. Blood oozed from his nose but was that enough no. I was going to break his arm, smash his head, and rip his legs apart. I was going to destroy him for touching what's mine. My Crystal. 

The same voice reached me again through the daze but I ignored it. Nothing was more important than teaching this asshole a lesson. My fist struck him left, right and center, literally. He had gone slump against the wall, blood spilled from his nose, lips, and cheeks but that didn't bring me the satisfaction. I wrapped my hand around his throat and squeezed it hard.

I would have killed this bastard but someone pulled me back. Someone forced me to uncurl my hand and let him go.