—JENNIFER—I waved a bye to the trio with a hammering heart as the door to the elevator got closed, making them disappear. If only I could just go with them. I couldn't muster the courage to go back inside and face the person who's my husband now. It's been one week since our marriage but his absence kind of made me forget the reality that I'm married now. That too, to a person who hates me. Not that I've any different thing in my mind for him. “ Are you planning on sleeping outside?? “ Hot breaths hit my neck, making me jump at the sudden intrusion in my thoughts.I unconsciously turned back to face him and found him breathing down at me. His dark eyes staring in mine as if trying to make a way to my soul. His one brow was slightly raised and head tilted sideways.“ No. “ I mumbled before taking a step back then walking past him. Or, I tried. Because before I could, he caught my wrist and next I knew that I was pinned on the wall. His both hands were holding my wrists, not so tig
—JENNIFER—" What the actual fuck?? " Christian shouted from inside the kitchen, making me snap my head up to look at him. Didn't he already leave?? As the kitchen was directly in front of the dining table, I could easily see the devil standing in front of the opened fridge with shock. In a moment, he was fuming in anger with his hands on his hips. "What happened ?? " Marry asked, walking up to him with a frown. "Why is my fridge looking like a chocolate factory?? " He Barked in annoyance and spinned to look at me. And I, like the guilty that I am, sat straight up and looked down at my breakfast to escape his accusing looks. Suddenly I was so interested in my breakfast, as If I didn't even hear him talking about anything. Oh look, there's a potato!! I had never seen them before. I poked it with my fork and hot steam emerged from it. Ooh, would you look at it? How intriguing!! Feeling an angry pair of eyes at me, I cleared my throat nonchalantly, taking a bite of my food and
—JENNIFER—Waking up on Christian hissing and barking at his employees early in the morning has become my habit now. But it doesn't stop me from cursing him in as many different ways as I can. After Doing my routine of cursing him while heading towards the bathroom, I took a shower and got ready for my university. The last three days have been really hectic for me. I've been busy doing my assignments. And in all this, Christian and I've been on silent terms. We don't talk or even argue. He ignores me and I ignore him. It's kind of been easy for me to live here but definitely not favouring my survival. Talking is my LIVE language and being here silent all the time is not at all making me feel normal. Although I have made myself comfortable with the wall and bookshelf of my room to talk, I believe human interaction is also important to remind yourself of being human yourself. But, who am I even kidding with? I don't actually live with a human but a living rock instead. “ A hot as fu
—JENNIFER—When I took my first turn the person behind me also followed, confirming my doubt that I was being followed. Trying my best to not give away the impression of knowing this fact, I picked up my speed. I heard loud footsteps behind me, which made my heart beat faster. I felt a layer of sweat on my forehead as I walked even faster matching my own heartbeat. I was almost running by now and eventually couldn't stop myself from looking back. My heart thudded in my chest at the sight of the three men I had argued with in the mall. “Fuck!! “ Cursing myself for my stupidness, I literally ran this time. I had shopping bags in my hands which made it even more difficult for me to run for long. The hell I'm throwing away my Santa caps!!Eventually my steps faltered when another turn came. But before I could fall and break my face, I was pulled with a strong grip on my arm and pushed into a dark alleyway. A loud shriek wanted to escape me but another hand muffled my mouth making it d
—JENNIFER—Christian instinctively pulled me behind him and covered me from their unhinged sights. Ignoring the way my heart had skipped a beat, I gripped onto his shirt.“ Give us the girl and leave without even getting touched, pretty boy. “ One of them spoke up, making me cringe. “ For fuck's sake! Do I look like a pretty boy? Can't you see these damned muscles? “ Christian deadpanned at him as if calling him a ‘pretty boy’ was the most concerning thing here. But on the other hand, I was relieved that at least he's not going to just take his opportunity of getting rid of me. “ Are you challenging us for a fight?? “ ‘ The bumped man ‘ spoke up again, cracking his knuckles. “ Definitely not. I don't like her enough to get my expensive shirt ruined. “ Christian answered in a bored tone, making my head snap to him. “ Are you out of your damn mind?? “ I hissed in his ear, tugging him backwards by his shirt. “ Don't tell me you thought I would be doing all the action Jackson for yo
—CHRISTIAN—I fought the urge to break something, but there was nothing in my sight except for the woman who is my wife now. Though for most of the time I just want to snap her neck but it won't be very favourable for my public reputation. I raked my hair for the sixth time in the last two minutes as I struggled to get the word out of me. But I guess, apologising is not made for me. It's a foreign concept to me. But her thanking me for saving her life had pushed me into guilt for over reacting on our engagement day. A day before yesterday I met Alex and he told me about the situation he found Jennifer in that day or I might say that he blamed me for her condition and had threatened me to apologise for being an ass to her. These were his words and although I care a damn about his threat, I just can't stop thinking about whatever he had said to me and here I am, finally trying to do the unimaginable. But her growing smirk is not helping the case at all. “ Are you,.... Trying to apol
— JENNIFER—It was another day of waking up because of the devilish husband of mine. But unlike the other days it wasn't him barking over the phone but his sickly sweet smile and closeness to me in my dream. And it has to be the shitiest dream in the history of my shitty dreams. Another difference was that it was still midnight. As if last night wasn't enough to fill in the quota of my embarrassment, he had to come and scare me in my dreams also. That too, in this weird way that I think I was liking. Arghhh!! For fucking sake. My broken sleep was definitely not bringing out my bestest mood. And whenever I'm in a bad mood, I get hungry. So cursing the handsome devil and my stupid mind to have dreamt about him, I headed for the kitchen. My heart dreaded to step into the darkened lobby but a small reflection of light coming from Christian's study gave me a little relief and a pat to keep on walking. When I entered the kitchen my feet stumbled seeing a tall silhouette there. A gasp l
—CHRISTIAN— "For the furniture, we recommend exploring brands like Knoll, Herman Miller, and Vitra. These brands offer high-quality and stylish options that can elevate the restaurant's aesthetic." One of the employees who was giving the presentation, said. I was barely focusing on the screen or his words. And this is the first time in my life since I've joined the business that I can't concentrate on work and that too because of a certain brown eyed creature living in my house. "Great! What about the overall layout of the restaurant?” Someone asked as I completely drifted to the alluring flashes of last night and the words of the presentation room faded for me. The only thing I could focus on was her in my arms and her chocolate scent filling my senses. It's not like I was holding her for the first time. But the damned position was so intimate that I couldn't sleep the whole night. A current ran in my blood and some certain parts of my body remembering the way her soft curves we