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

I noticed him halting by the foot of the door and he tilted his head to look over his shoulder, peeking out the door. The dim- light fell on his face and I couldn't help but see how the dark shadows of his past had still held him captive. He looked tired of everything. He appeared gloomy and lost.  

I took a long breath, steeled my nerves, and was about to move a step forward when someone entered through the door. Alex turned on his heel. 

Most precisely, a woman. A blond woman. She was beautiful and owned a bomb figure. Taller than me. Is she the one Alex was waiting for? I blistered at the thought and jealousy roared through me instantly. Her eyes glimmered and she shot a smile at Alex that made me really uncomfortable. Her attitude suggested that she was not just his friend. Alex was watching her too. I couldn't see his expression as his face was hidden.   

My feet of their own accord started walking towards Alex as she made her way towards him. Alex tilted his head to the side and saw me approaching him. Not to mention, his expression hardened. The woman eyed me with confusion and displeasureglare both. Good. I set myself next to Alex, ignoring his glare. 

She ramp-walked towards us. Her eyes on me and mine on hers. Hostility thickening the air. She whipped her eyes towards Alex. And he took my breath away when he wrapped his hand around her and squeezed her against his chest. I felt as if someone had dropped a boulder on my fragile heart. He peppered kisses on her neck and she giggled in response. Right in front of my eyes. I clenched my fist. Their proximity suffocated me. I couldn't breathe. 

         Jealousy and agony gave way to pure rage and without thinking, I jerked the woman out of his hold and pushed her away.

"What the hell," she glared at me and I glared back at her before turning my gaze on Alex.  

"Who is she? And why is she here?" I asked him and could hear my voice shaking because of the enormous rage I was feeling in that moment. I wanted to kill him along with her.  

He scanned my expression for a moment and then flicked his gaze away as if I don't even exist. 

"Let's get you to my room," he was about to grab her hand when I grabbed his. 

I turned to face the woman and gave her a death glare, "Leave."

"What," She flicked her gaze on Alex who looked as taken aback as her. I was overly tempted to pluck her eyes out for looking at him. 

"Eyes here. I am his wife and the lady of this house. And I want you gone. Leave," I gritted out. Completely forgotten that I was going to leave this house tonigh.    

"Only in the paper. And I am the owner of this house," he hissed in my face in a warning tone and then looked at the woman. "Go to my room, Selena," he told her in a stern tone. He was annoyed not by her but by me. I could feel his temper rising, but it was nowhere near mine. 

My heart shattered in million pieces when he said that. A drop of tear rolled down my cheek as I saw the woman started taking the stairs from my peripheral view. My eyes were fixed on Alex who had his jaw set and eyes glaring fire. 

"How could you?" I murmured hurtfully. 

He let out a breath, ignored me as if I am some drama queen unnecessarily creating a scene, and turned to climb the stairs. But I grabbed his arm and whirled him around.   

"How could you?" this time I screamed as warm tears ran down my cheek. Fuck with the fact that he is a murderer and he could kill me in a snap. I gave less than two shits about it. In that moment he was my husband and I was his wife.

"Watch your tone with me," he snarled while staring me down.

"Why is she here? Why did you tell her to go in your room" I demanded heatedly not heeding what he just said. 

He ground his teeth and took a threatening step towards me. "You wanna know why is she here, Siren? Then listen... She is here because I am going to fuck her tonight in my bed. She is her because I am going to take her all.....," he spat in my face. Rage rolling off of him in waves.  

"Stop...just stop.." I cur him shortmurmured teary eyed, feeling drained. "You call me a whore when the real whore is you, Mr. Knight. You bring girls house. You are a manwhore. Did you hear me? You are a fucking manwhore," I shoved at his chest and hollered out. Bitterness laced my voice as I hurled profanities at him. I was hurt. Beyond hurt. Devastated. My mind wasn't working. My heart had taken the charge. And it was howling in pain. 

"reign in your tongue, woman" he roared and bounded over to me. Our nose almost touching. I took note of his flaring nose and steely eyes that could have cut a stone in two. 

"Don't tell me to reign in my tongue when you can't reign in your dick, you manwhore, " I gritted out. I had become a mess, feeling many emotions in once. My eyes softened and I gripped his biceps. "How could you do this, Alex? Do I mean nothing to you? Do our relationship mean nothing to you? Not even a bit?" My tone dropped a few octaves. I hopelessly searched his eyes. His orbs reflected a tender look for a millisecond, giving a ray of hope before they went hard and cold again, striking more blows to my already writhing heart. He didn't say anything but he didn't need to say anything. 

"You are the worst person I have ever met. The worst. You disgust me," I staggered back and whispered in a broken voice. Hot tears ran down my cheek. Can't he see what he is doing to me? Can't he see how much is it affecting me? Then why is he doing this? 

He watched me with an incredulous expression as I burst out. I saw something akin to agony flickering in his eyes but it disappeared instantly. 

"I hate you, Alex. I hate you so much. I hate you with all my guts. With all my heart," I fell to the ground and hid my face in my hands. I hoped against hope that he would catch me. He wouldn't let me fall but he stood rooted to his spot, saying nothing....showing nothing. I sensed him standing there for a minute, watching me, and then he climbed up the stairs. I died a thousand deaths right then and there when I heard his door slamming shut.