A plane ticket...

ASHLEY'S POV

9:00am.

I forced my droopy eyes open and squinted in the brilliance of the morning sun which filtered in through the lush curtains, illuminating the dark corners of the room. A sharp pain throbbed in my temples as I gently peeled back the satin bedsheets from my body, exposing my petite frame underneath.

The pain doubled in its intensity as I rose quickly from the bed. I swayed to the left when I tried to set my feet on the linoleum floor, that I had to use the bedpost as a support system. "What could be wrong with me?" I thought as I stared at my full length in the standing mirror.

A disheveled figure with eye bags underneath her eyelids stared back at me. My cheeks flushed bright red as the events of last night came back to my memory, and I found myself wishing something more had happened last night instead of the mere chemistry.

After Alex had left my room, I had enveloped myself in a pool of my own tears. Ever since Father's death and with no one else to keep me safe from Mother's incessant lashes, I learned to embrace my pains like a second skin and only had emotional breakdown when everything became overwhelming for me.

I knew he had heard me but I could care less of what he thought about me cause he's the reason I'm here in the first place. I wallowed in my self pity and cried myself to sleep, ignoring the pangs of hunger that bit its way into my intestines.

I had only slept for few hours before I woke up from a terrible nightmare with a loud scream on lips. Mother had pursued me with an axe, spewing her threats at me. It was nothing compared to the sweet dreams I do have back at home.

With a jolt, I sat up in bed and clutched the feathered pillow to my chest tightly in fear. I heard the door squeak in the dark and saw him through the thin film of moonlight that had snaked its way into the room. He huffed as he got to me in three long strides and snuck me up to his chest, cradling my sweaty head.

"Don't be scared, little angel."

Little angel? He called me his little angel. It's been a long time anyone used a word of endearment for me.

I was fully unclad under the layer of fabric while he had nothing on but his briefs. He was supposed to be the enemy, yet I felt safe in his hands and I somehow knew he would not let anyone hurt me anymore. He would protect me from my own pain, and most importantly from Mother.

I shifted restlessly in his arms and felt the tip of his erection brush my buttocks. This was enough to stir the raging hormones within me. I stilled myself as a soft moan escaped my lips with my body begging for his masculine touch.

"Stop stirring under me like that," he warned as he pulled himself away from me. "Except you want me inside you, fucking you senseless till you scream my name in surrender."

I stared at him wide-eyed and caught a glint of excitement in his eyes. My egotistical selfish fucking husband was enjoying this. I'm not going to give in to his desires. At least, not so easily.

"Leave my room," I huffed, anger and desire laced between my words. Thank goodness he didn't argue with me as he took his leave.

I knew I wasn't ready to face him, still I found myself opening the door and walked down the stairs in search of the kitchen.

A good wife would have woken up since 7am to prepare breakfast for he husband. I was no good girl, and I was no wife. I was only a contract bride for three months, I reassured myself.

I stepped into the spacious living room when I felt a pair emerald green eyes feast heavily on my body.

"You look good this morning, little angel."

Ohmygod. I was naked.

How could I have forgotten so soon that I now shared a home with someone who had promised to fuck me senseless till I scream his name. It's not like I'll be his first anyways.

"Good morning." I murmured as I reached for the coffee maker. I swear, I could feel my nipples go taut as his stare bore a hole into my skin.

"Good morning, little angel. I was in your room this morning but you were still asleep. I already prepared a cup of coffee for you." He said. His hands stretched to me his shirt to wear and the cup of coffee.

"Thanks." I murmured.

He acted like he had just given me a peace offering to make up for his last night behavior.

"About last night, I'm sorry I woke you up." I muttered as I collected the cup from him and settled it between my lips.

"Little angel, you don't have to be." He said, taking my tiny hands in his veinous one. "I'm sure whatever nightmare you had must have been triggered by my actions."

I watched him from a corner of my eyes as I lifted the ceramic mug to my lips. He was full of surprises, I wouldn't fail to admit that I was taken unawares by him taking the blame for my pain. He didn't seem anything like the man who had threatened me last night.

Dressed in a denim Jean and turtle neck polo, he looked clean and shaven. I traced my eyes to his lips entranced by how he licked his lower lip seductively. How would it feel like to have his lips locked in mine as I pillaged my way down his throat?

The fly of his jean trouser did little to hide the bulge between his legs. "You don't have to be sorry, husband." The words were out of my lips before I could think clearly. I wanted it to annoy him but he looked pleased that I called him that.

"Little angel," he says with a smile at the corner of his lips as he cupped my chin in his palms, causing me to look at him. My nipples grew hard at his touch and a slimy liquid slide between my legs. "You know you make me hard when you stare at me like that. Or do you want me to fulfill my promise to you today?"

I pulled back from him at the same time a soft moan escaped my lips. I would never give in to his demand so easily. It takes two to play.

"You would never get to fulfill it. Not now, not ever." I knew that was a lie but it was the only thing I could think of to avoid him. I didn't want to be touched by him.

Taking my gaze away from him, I stared at the wide kitchen table and noticed an envelope at the center. "What's in that?"

"It's a mail from my Mother." He replied, picking it up. "A plane ticket for an honeymoon in France."

I stared at him wide-eyed in disbelief.

First, I was married off without my consent, and now, I was about to be shipped off like a silverware to a place where I knew no one. I exhaled deeply and steadied my misty eyes on the dark liquid in front of me.

My life had completely slipped from my hands in such a short moment.

"It's okay if you don't want to go. I'll just phone mother and let her know you don't want it."

"When do we leave?" I asked, ignoring his statement.

"Tonight."