Chapter Nine

Clyde

There was partners from diverse kinds of businesses present at my wedding,not only the legal businesses.I wasn’t surprised as I knew the family name I carried was a notable one.

"Congratulations!" People smile and shake my hands as I returned the gesture.

After a while ,Olivia returned from her family talk.I couldn’t risk having her being alone at the wedding ceremony ,I didn’t trust any of the men at there looking at her so I sent Gabriel to keep his eye on her ,I couldn’t

"Congratulations Clyde! Your wife looks absoulutely ravishing,you made a great choice.”James licked his lips looking at Olivia when she was dancing with her father.

"If you don't take your eyes off my wife I will poke your eyeballs with a fork and feed them to the dogs” I smiled but he knew I wasn't kidding.

"Take it easy man! You have fallen in love. The Clyde that I know wouldn't care so much about a woman." James raised his hands in surrender while laughing.

"Well it none of your business if I have fallen in love or not ,It’s mine!She is my property noe ,my wife ,from now on  show more respect. What is mine, is mine! And I don't like sharing what is mine!" I put my hand on his shoulder putting more pressure and he clenched his teeth in pain.

"I undertand man." I left him stroking his shoulder.

With jealousy fueling inside me,I quickly walk towards Olivia and her father who were arguing about something, I could notice her fake smile  and the anger in her eyes. Something was up between those two ,How did he r father convince quickly to marry me?

"I would need my wife now for a dance .” I didn’t bother to be gentle to her father anymore ,I extended my palm and she rolled her eyes.

"Sure." Arthur smiled at me before excusing himself.

I waited patiently for her to put her hand over my palm while she stared at me sighing before giving it. I pulled her forcefully by her waist and yet she tried to keep her distance.

"Don't get used to this, I will never dance with you again!" She forced a smile because people were looking at us and taking pictures.

"But you said the same about marrying me, but here we are." I pulled her closer to my body.

"Everything is fake and you know it,we will get divorce sooner than you think ,so don't get used to this." She turned her head aside, avoiding looking at me.

"You don't get used to this dear wifey because I'm showing mercy for you right now. It won't be this good after all those people leave."

She turned her head towards me looking me in confusion.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna lock me somewhere and beat me? I don't expect any other thing from men like you." She made a disgusted face.

"What do you mean from men like me?" I pulled her even closer if it was possible.

"You don't think I noticed you have a gun under your jacket? I saw Gabriel had a gun the first day I woke up in your house. And those friends of yours or partners whatever they are, I can smell them from far away that they are criminals."

"Good observation, little Olivia. Like always, I hate to disappoint you, but I don't touch women. My plans for you include more fun than beating the crap out of you." I pulled her hair a little and she gulped before wetting her lip.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to rape me?" She asked again in disgust.

"I won't need to, you'll come begging for me to touch you." I trailed my fingers over her exposed back and she shuddered in my arms.

"That's what I thought," I whispered with a smirk on my face.

"Keep dreaming!" She tried to distance herself putting her palms on my chest.

"Where am I going to sleep?" She asked when all the guests were gone.

"Well obviously in my room. Next to your husband." I winked at her walking towards my room.

"I'm not going to sleep in the same room as you and I don't plan on sharing a bed with you."

She followed me behind on her heels.

"You should have thought about it before getting married." I didn't bother to turn around.

I entered my room and started to take my jacket off.

She stood at the door looking around my room.

"Oh come on! There are plenty of other rooms in this house. I can stay in one of them." She tried to convince me, standing at the door.

"They are taken." I put my gun over my bed looking how her eyes widened in horror.

"By who? By ghosts?" She chuckled nervously.

"Come in!" I ordered her but she continued standing at the door putting her arms around herself.

"I can sleep here in the hallway." She shrugged acting like the gun she saw didn't scare her.

"I don't like to repeat myself, Olivia, get the f*ck in!" I raised my voice and she took slow steps inside to room like the floor was burning.

I took my shirt off, looking out the corner of my eye at how she eyed the gun on the bed.I turned  my back on her on purpose and opening my dresser.

Come on Olivia, take the gun!

And just like I planned it when I turned around she had my gun pointed at me.

I walked straight to her standing inches away from the gun. Her hands were trembling and obviously, she was holding it wrongly.

"Come on! Shoot." I smiled, throwing my new shirt on the floor.

"You won't touch me." She announced.

I bent down and took my shirt from the floor and started wearing it.

"You're playing with knives, guns. Are you bored of dolls and stuffed bears?"

 I knew she would not shoot me, but it was worth a try. What a human can do is amazing when his life or freedom is threatened.

"Promise me you are not going to touch me!" She repeated, raising her voice.

I left my shirt unbuttoned and caught her arms putting them behind her back after taking my gun from her and throwing it on the bed.

Her back was on me and I leaned lower until I reached her ear.

"Why? Does my touch disgust you that much?" I put my cheek over hers.

"Yes, you disgust me! Don't touch me!" She struggled to get free.

"Well guess what dear wifey, I'm gonna disgust you with my touch, with my kisses, with my co*k because that's why I got married to you." I grazed my teeth over the lobe of her ear before releasing her hands.

She pushed me away with her palms on my chest although I didn't move from where I was.

"You got married to me to warm your bed and wet your co*k! Like you didn't have enough women for you to get your small d*ck!" She yelled and pushed me on my chest.

I held her hands again pulling her closer.

"Welcome to hell," I spoke through my teeth before letting her go, taking my gun, and getting out of my room.