13. Confusing youth

MIRABEL

"Are you going to speak or should I force the words out of your mouth?" 

Firstly he was standing too close, secondly, he was whispering in my ears in a way that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I've never been this close to a man before but somehow his presence made my heart beat faster than normal.

"My…" I began but he cut me off.

"You don't learn now, do you? I've told you to stop trying. Stop trying hard to get me to look at you but somehow you don't listen. It seems you love my attention so much, isn't that it?"

"I… that's not true," I replied, my heart beating so loud that I wondered if he could also hear the rate at which my heart was beating. 

"Then what is true Mira." I shuddered at the sound of his voice when he mentioned my name for the first time. 

He has always referred to me as a girl. I never thought hearing my name from his mouth would sound so good.

"My skirt…. It…"

"Yes, your skirt is too short and it is barely covering your ass. Are you trying to seduce your boss?" 

"No!" I replied almost immediately because that was far from it. I don't even see him that way.

I don't have feelings for him even if he's one of the most handsome men I've ever set my eyes on. I didn't even know he was who my grandfather wanted me to marry. Even if I knew, I wouldn't have the choice still because I had to marry him for my grandfather to help my mom. 

"Your response is so swift," he tittered. "Could have easily fooled me but sadly you won't."

He spun me around so that I was now standing and looking directly at him. He didn't have any expression on his face. I could read him. Giveon can keep a blank face that one wouldn't be able to tell what it was that was going on in his mind. 

"Now that you have my attention, what will you do with it?"

"Uh?" I uttered in shock because I had no idea what it was talking about. 

I didn't ask for his attention and if my skirt didn't rip, I wouldn't be in Beauty's skirt.

"Do you badly want to be fucked by me in hopes that you will get pregnant and someone I'd be tamed?" 

"What? That's ridiculous!" I uttered in disbelief.

He chuckled, but it wasn't the pleasant type. "Are they lies? We've been married for only a week and somehow my mom is speaking about grandkids. Don't tell me you've been told about it before the marriage."

"What?" I almost choked on my words.

"I…"

"So tell me, Mira," he pulled me closer to him, his hand firmly on my waist now. 

"How do you like to be fucked? The rough way or the missionary way?" 

"I have no idea what it is that you are talking about," I said to him. 

Everything was too much for me to handle because I was yet to recover from one and he was already choking me with another one. Accusing me of things I didn't have in mind. 

"Don't play dumb or act like a saint. Why are you wearing this skirt if it isn't because you wanted to seduce me and now you have my attention, tell me how you like to be fucked." His tone was harsh, deep, and brash. 

He looked at me with so much disgust in his eyes making me wonder what it was that I could have possibly done to offend him drink to hate me this much.

I didn't realize that I was crying already until I tasted the tears in my mouth. 

"Crying?" He scoffed in disbelief, letting go of my waist.

"You are such a hypocrite." Clicking his tongue, he took a step away from me. "One minute you do something and then act like you didn't want it."

"Do you go about seducing men? Is that what you are good at? Is that why you were so confident and chose to marry me?"

He was now walking back towards me. "Are you that desperate? Do you never give up? What do you always have to do? Always have men wanting you because you think you have some kind of big ass?"

I had no idea what it was that he was talking about but he sure had a lot to say to me and the list didn't seem to stop. He kept talking and talking.

"How many have you fucked so far? What's your body count you sure as hell don't look as innocent as you think you should in case you don't know." He snapped. 

"Come on, don't act saint or play dumb! You can speak, can't you? You were confident that somehow I'd fall for you and a happy marriage would be formed after it all but let me tell you this again should incase you've forgotten…"

"Enough!" I raised my voice, surprised at my courage. 

He looked just as shocked as I was when he heard me shout. 

"Enough with the accusations please," my voice faltered as more tears streamed down my cheek.

"I am not all that you think I am. I…"

"And what are you? A saint? A virgin? A good girl! A nerd? Or what?"

"I am just me!" I cried out.

He let out a loud hysterical laughter like he had been possessed for some seconds.

"I would have believed you. I could have believed you but sadly I don't believe you and you want to know why? That is because you caused it all. I don't trust you. Innocent eyes, pretty face, nerd? That's all a cover-up, it's a lie and I was a fool to think you were one."

What the hell was he talking about? What was he referring to and why does he sound so convinced? 

I have never been so confused in my entire life before.