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The penthouse was classy as expected by Tristan Black. The walls were painted off white and the furniture was black. It had a vintage hint to it and Florence was kind of impressed by it. 

As they both stood in the hall with Tristan right beside Florence, Florence couldn't help but notice a fluffy gray bean bag sitting right beside a ceiling to floor window. The bean bag looked extremely cozy and Florence would love to get herself comfortable in it.

Their wedding had ended an hour ago and because the world knew that this was a marriage of convenience, they didn't had to kiss. Florence was thankful for that. She didn't want to give her first kiss to someone she hated and to someone who hated her as well.

" This is my house." Tristan said , his words too close to her ear but she tried to not give him any reaction . Though she rolled her eyes at his words. " But you'll be living here too so make yourself comfortable. " He added and this time Florence rolled her eyes again. What a jerk.

She would really love to step out of her wedding gown. It was too itchy and too uncomfortable for her. She want nothing more than to take a long bath and relax herself after a tiring day.

" Where is my room?" She asked without turning to look at her husband .

" You mean our room?" He asked, his words were spoken directly into her ears and this time she flinched. He had whispered those words and Florence felt a chill run down her spine.

She immediately turned to look at him. Unknowingly, her gaze traveled all over Tristan and when her eyes met his, the guy was smirking at her. 

" I mean exactly what I said. Where is my room?" She said, surprisingly her voice came out a lot more stable than she had thought. 

Tristan tilted his head to the side as he looked at her with a smirk on his face.

" Why? We're husband and wife right? " He asked as he moved closer to Florence who immediately moved backwards. His feet tangled with the hem of her dress , making her lose her balance. Tristan was quick to hold her in a secure grip by his hand on her waist . His habd felt too large on her waist .In this position, his face was too close to her face, their nose was almost touching. They were breathing the same air. " A good wife should always take good care of her husband’s needs." He whispered those words a little too close to her lips.

Florence gulped as she tried to keep eye contact with Tristan. His intoxicating scent was making her dizzy but she had to remain on her grounds.

" I'll do that once I find you suitable enough to call you my husband. " She said as she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away as slowly as she could. " I would really love to retire myself to bed." 

Tristan scoffed at her as he spoke again. " Take whichever room you want . There are rooms upstairs too." He informed her .

There is another floor as well? Florence thought as Tristan gestured to her to follow him.

He directly took her upstairs with him. He had his hands buried in his pockets. Never once did he turn to look at his wife. Florence gathered her gown as she walked upstairs. It was hard to walk with the flare of her gown and Tristan pretended that he didn’t see her struggling with her gown.

" This is my office. I don't want you anywhere near this." Tristan said in front of a huge door, voice sharp as a knife. " and the room beside this is mine. I don't want you anywhere near it as well." He added.

Florence rolled her eyes at him. 

At the end of this mini tour Florence picked a room that had the most amazing view. The huge window showcased the city and Florence fell in love with it. At least she got a beautiful room for herself through this marriage. 

" I don't have any groceries in the home as I was out of the country for a month." Tristan asked as he watched Florence enter her room. " What would you like to eat?" He asked surprising Florence. 

" I am not hungry." Florence said as she made her way in the room and shut the door immediately. The door fell shut with a loud thud and Tristan gritted his teeth .

On the other side , Florence quickly got herself out of the gown and took a shower, spending much longer in the bathroom than she usually would. The fatigue of the day came crashing down on her at the end of the day. The reality came crashing down on her too. She was no longer a art student but instead she was a wife of a billionaire who hated her for stupid reason. 

She had really thought that her life would be peaceful because Edwin was a charming and sweet guy though he never talked much. But her life was dropped 180 degrees . Instead of marrying a sweet and caring Edwin, she had to marry someone who is a jerk and who has zero percent trust in her.

After a shower she quickly changed into her pajamas that she had packed in her small suitcase. Her belongings are still at the Black's mansion because Edwin and she were supposed to stay with Edwin's parents but things have changed now. 

She walked around her room. The room was not cozy at all . It had a king-sized bed , a small table with a chair, a lamp on the table and a bookshelf that was empty. She could use this study table for drawings. 

Maybe she would buy some stuff for her room. She definitely wants a bean bag just like the one in the hall. The bean bag looked too cozy and fluffy. 

She sat on her bed and closed her eyes. 

She didn't even know when she drifted off.

But when she woke up, she woke up with sore muscles. Her neck was craned in weird angle .She frowned as she looked out of the window and saw that it was still dark. She had forgotten to close the window and that is why the room was too cold . The cool breeze made her shiver as she pulled a blanket over her exposed legs.

Her stomach growled just in time reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything since morning. She scowled to herself as she reluctantly made her way out of the room and marched her way to the kitchen . Her mobile phone showed three in the morning and so she thought that Tristan wouldn't be awake , the perfect time to go through his kitchen. 

Entire penthouse was washed in darkness and Florence tried to make as minimal noise as possible. She didn't seem as if she was stealing something. It felt weird to walk in her new house. Even though she was married , this house didn't felt like home to her.

She quickly made her way towards the fridge and opened the door , just to find out that the fridge was empty except for some water bottles. She frowned as she closed the door. She opened the cabinets just to find them empty too.

" Looking for something?" A voice startled her as she immediately turned around just to see Tristan sitting on the kitchen stool. He was dressed in a loose gray t-shirt . He looked as handsome as ever.

" You scared me!"

"Sorry. It wasn't my intention." Tristan said with a flat voice which showed how sorry he really was. He looked at her from top to bottom until his gaze fell on her exposed thighs. " You didn’t answer my question. Are you looking for something?" He asked again

" Why is it any of your business?" Florence asked as he closed the door of the cabinet.

Tristan openly scowled at her as he tilted his head to the side . " You are rummaging through my kitchen with the lights off at midnight. What are you trying to steal?" He asked as he raised his brows at her.

" I am married to you so technically this house is mine too, right?" She asked as she folded her hands on her chest and Tristan scoffed at her.

" Weren't you the one who didn’t see me suitable enough to be called as your husband? What makes you think that I see our marriage reliable?" Tristan asked and Florence gritted her teeth. 

" Fine! Whatever. " She said and huffed before turning to walk to her room. 

Her stomach growled again. 

" The food is on the table by the way. " She heard Tristan say as he stepped down from the stool . " I know that you are hungry and I remember telling you that I was not in this country for a month , hence the empty fridge and cabinets. I'll tell my staff to fill the grocery by tomorrow. " he said . " Eat before sleeping. I promise that I haven't poisoned anything. "

Florence's eyes widened at the statement as she looked at the food placed on the table and then back towards the retreating figure of her husband. 

" How can I trust you?" She shouted.

"If I had to kill you , I wouldn't have married you and besides if you die , then the first suspicion will be on me. So eat." He said without even looking at Florence. She watched him close the door of his bedroom behind him.

Florence married a jerk, a jerk that is still a gentleman.