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

Our First Conversation

Crystal

Tears blurred my vision and then spilled over to make their path on my red cheeks. The soul-stinging flame of humiliation erupted all over my body, charring my heart. I had never felt this unwanted before. I was having hard time believing that my husband had booted me out of his room right after our marriage. Just what went wrong? Is he mad at me? But why would he be? We haven't had even a proper conversation since our wedding got fixed for heaven's sake. 

Why is he behaving so strange? Ain't married couple supposes to live in the same room. My thoughts came to a temporary halt when I reached his room. The sound of the running the shower told me that he was in the bathroom. I felt so tempted to bolt into the bathroom and ask him what exactly is this for but I refrained. I was hoping to have a civil talk with him. There must be a logical reason behind it. Maybe, he wants us to start as a friend first.

I wiped off tears and rolled my suitcase out of his room. Embarrassment clogging my lungs making it difficult to inhale. Grace was standing outside of his room waiting for me. I saw pity gleaming in her eyes. She was pitying me. 

"Umm.....Could you tell me which room here is free to be taken?" I asked her. The pity shining in her eyes deepened my embarrassment even more. I didn't want her to show me pity, but again, what other emotion could you expect from others after being thrown out of your supposed room by your own husband and that too only a day after your wedding.

She offered me a sympathetic smile before leading me towards a room next to his. I gave her a smile to show my gratitude which I am sure had come out as a grimace. I wasn't feeling like smiling at all. She didn't mind though. Grace left right after. I strode into the room and abandoned my suitcase on the floor before launching into the bed.

This bed was as squishy as his but not as warm. It didn't have his scent on it nor did it give me a tingling sensation like the previous one. This is insane. I had given myself to him without even having a single stretch of conversation with him. Maybe, I let my father's endless admiration of Alex influence my mind. I have always been infatuated with people with an air of mystery. Enigma attracts me. And this guy who is now my husband is an enigma personified and devilishly handsome to boot. Alex is a self-made man. Another aspect of him that attracted me. He built his empire from a scratch and made it into the list of top richest entrepreneurs in a matter of few years. 

I had been researching about him since the day dad told me that he has accepted the marriage proposal. Although the internet told me everything about his business, nothing related to his personal business life came up. I scoured through different articles or even interviews but all that I managed to learn was that he ventured into business seven years ago. After several failed attempts, he finally succeeded in getting his business up and running. And now the rest is history. 

But what made my brain itch was the fact that all the articles I read informed me only about his last seven years. Nothing before that. It seemed as if he had appeared on earth out of nowhere seven years ago. No history. No past. This was one of the few things that drew me towards him. 

Enough of this pity-party. Surely, some misunderstanding was going on between us. I decided to talk to him and get rid of whatever was going on between us. My dad had assured me that Alex is a man with a gentle heart. And I have this inexplicable trust in him. He would never hurt me purposefully, after all, I am his wife.

I gathered all the air in my lungs and sauntered out of my room. My heart was hammering against my chest but I chose to pay no heed to it. A few seconds later, I was standing in front of his door. My hand clutched at my chest to calm my raging heart. Heat crept over my body and I felt my ear turning red. Suddenly, the idea of taking off running and burying my face into the pillow started to look very attractive. But she suppressed her urges and threw a knock at the door while scrunching her face in nervousness. 

No sound came from the other side. I took it as a cue to open the door and get in without expecting anything out of ordinary. Boy, was I in for a surprise. My eyes widened when I saw him standing in the middle of his bedroom bare-chest. Involuntarily, I sucked in a breath while my eyes licked over every inch of his body, brazenly. Heat crept up my cheek turning them red. For a second, I forgot why was I here. Who was I as my entire focus was centered on this Adonis of a man.

"Like what you see," his gruff voice pulled my orbs up to meet his eyes. He rolled his eyes with a bored expression and picked his shirt from the bed. 

I allowed myself a moment to close my mouth and collect my thoughts. Alex was busy clasping the button of his shirt. He had forgotten my presence already. I coughed my throat clean in an attempt to draw his attention towards me. That worked. He lifted his head towards me and arched his brow making me second guess if I was really married to him. I felt as if I was standing in front of a stranger. Practically, he was a stranger but still, he was my husband too. The acknowledgment was the least I was expecting from him. 

He was eying me with an absolutely blank expression. Only his uplifted brow tole me that I should get down to the business. I decided to do the groundwork first before touching on the main subject which is WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IGNORING ME.

My gaze slid down to his which was now half bare chest. He had kept the first few buttons open allowing me a peek. I forced my eyes away and clamped them with his. 

"Did you have your breakfast?" I said as sweetly as my voice allowed me to

"Is that why you are here? To ask me if I had my fucking breakfast or not?" he said while clasping the remaining buttons. His voice was calm but I couldn't help but shudder at the iciness underlying it.  

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