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

Ignore It

Fucking Bastard. 

He got me trapped.

I shouldn't even be surprised anymore considering belittling me has always been his favorite hobby.

Personal slave. The words left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated to admit it but the man had gotten me good. My one refusal would cost a number of people their livelihood. And saying yes was not even the option. That would hurt my pride severely. And I was pretty damn sure that's what he aimed for. For what's it worth, I decided to talk him out of this stupid shit. I huffed and went into the shower.   

I spot Alex gracing his usual dining spot with his breakfast laid out in front of him.

"Good Morning," I wished him while smiling sweetly. He didn't respond as always. Disappointed, I dragged the chair out and slipped into it. Grace brought me my breakfast. 

"Hey, listen..I thought about what you said in the morning even though it made no sense to me. I figured that there are a few points that you clearly have overlooked while proposing such a preposterous deal to me. We live in America and I am sure you know that the concept of owning slaves is not really appreciated here  It can get you behind the bar," I concluded with a tone of threat. 

"And your point is?" He took the napkin and dabbed lightly on his mouth. I hadn't even started and he was already done. He placed the napkin on the side of his table and turned to look at me. 

"Didn't you hear me? I said it can land you in prison," I asserted on the word prison a little too much so that my point gets across.   

"It can but not when you are me," he said while sipping on his coffee

Self-obsessed much. 

I rolled my eyes and started digging in my plate. My sit and talk tactic went down to the toilet. I was totally at a loss now.  

"So...what have you decided? Do you accept to be my slave or would rather ruin the lives of people who depend on you" he broke the silence, causing my hand to stop mid-air? I turned to look at him. 

I felt a tinge in my heart by the way he put it. 

"See..it is ridiculous and you know that too..who asks their own wife...." I tried to dissuade him but he was too headstrong for my liking. 

"yes or no?" his unforgiving silver orbs bored into mine. I nodded in response. First, his proximity was too intimidating for me to think straight, and secondly, I wasn't as selfish as he made me out to be. I had to think about those people too who had their trust in me. 

A sadistic smile appeared on his face as soon as I declared my submission. 

"Good," he said and got up from the chair. I was still at the table even though, I had lost my appetite.

"I'll be driving Porsche to the office, today. I want you to wash my car in half an hour and let me know once you are done. I'll be in the study room," I blistered, even more, when I heard his smirk in his voice. 

"You ought to be kidding me," I stood up and turned to me. My rage had shot through the roof. 

His lopsided smile suggested that he was enjoying it. 

"Do I look like I am kidding," he shoved his hands in his pockets and eyed me with an amused expression. 

I took a deep breath and said, "Listen..I am bathed, dressed, and all set to go to the office. You seriously can't expect me to wash your car right now," I gestured towards myself. 

"I expect you to wash my car now. So be a perfect little slave and do as I say," he said in his "no further argument tone." 

"What if I don't," I challenged him.

"You already know the consequences," and then he turned to start walking and said over his shoulder, "You have only twenty-eight minutes now. 

Clenching my jaw, I stomped out the door and made my way to the garage where his Porche was parked. I had always thought break-ups hurt the most but today I realized what hurts the most is when someone tears your pride to shreds and hen laughs at you. 

With a heavy heart, I picked up the washing cloth and started cleaning the black sleek car. Washing it clean wasn't an easy feat. I was covered in dirt, foam, and water by the time I got done. I was a mess. 

I went back inside to change my clothes and inform him that his car was cleaned. Alex was on a call when I stepped in. He turned around to look at the person who entered his study room. 

"Your car is clean," I said and shut the door. 

There was one missed call from Shirley. I hurriedly changed my dress and headed out. 

His back Porsche was still standing in front of the mansion. I ignored it and was able to take just one step when I heard him coming out. 

"Get in the car. I'll drop you," I heard his voice, but ignored it. I was seething from inside. Every cell of mine was inflamed with humiliation. No one had ever made me feel this small. No one. 

I halted with a start when I felt his hand snatching my wrist. 

'I said get in the car. I'll drop you," he gritted out. 

"No need. I can manage by myself. Now get your hand off me," I rasped out, looking as agitated as I felt.   

He didn't comply instead his eyes searched mine for something. Tears had started to form in my eyes and so I just dropped my head down. I also felt my throat tightening and lips wobbling.

"Please, just let me go," I said defeatedly without looking up. He didn't react nor did he move. I had no idea what he was thinking but I knew he had his eyes on me. Watching me repressing my emotions. 

He didn't let me go even then. I was completely dumbstruck when he started taking me towards his car. This was the second time he opened the door for me and waited for me to settle in before closing the door. If the mansion had any onlookers, they would have surely misconstrued him as a doting husband. The air of the car filled up with his cologne as soon as he got into the car. I turned to the window not wanting him to see my broken state. But he already had. It was beyond me why was he playing nice now after thrashing my pride with a boulder.

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