Chapter: 10

Three days, just three days I moved into Xavier's mansion, yet I feel suffocated already.

Everything's fake!

The pathetic shitty marriage we had in front of Xavier's mother and thousands of influential people, was all a fucking lie.

Mr. Billionaire Xavier wasn't clearly brave enough to tell his own mother about our "One year" useless marriage. She's living in deceit, the whole fucking world is.

Contact marriage, no contract marriage, this is all shit, but worst of all, I feel so used, even though am doing this all for my unborn child.

It gives me goosebumps to imagine what my mother would see me has, after she finally gets discharged.

"You got pregnant and married in less than a month?"

I could already imagine the horror in her face.

My lips forming into a frown, I squeezed the blanket of the mega size bed before letting it go. The bed was enough to fit five living human beings.

I look back at the bed, and the next thing that popped on my mind was jumping and rolling on it, but not before I take a long shower.

Grinning at what I had planned on doing, the door sound brought me out of my little happy thoughts. He walks in and I feel his eyes staring right at my back.

"Don't you even think about it" His cold voice made me turned back and look at him, arching an eyebrow.

"What you do mean?" I questioned, but I could already see him getting pissed off.

"The bed..." He paused, looking at my face.

"Stay away from it" He commanded, as if I was some kind of filthy servant.

My blood rising up, for a second I lose myself and asked...

"Aren't we husband and wife?" The words leaving my lips, I realized I just said something dumb, but he took every word I spoke like a business meeting.

His legs moving, within seconds he was inches away from me yet again, making me see his bright eyes more closely.

"How many times do I have to remind you of the type of marriage we share, do I have to spell contract out for you!"

His words in a silent whisper, it was obvious he was pissed. I felt foolish yet again, he always makes me feel this darn way.

My eyes found it way back to his and I force out a smile.

"No need to re-explain to me about our marriage, Mr.Billionaire" I said, and saw a little grin creeping up to his face, it made my anger rise again.

"Why did you make it an habit to always smile, when clearly nothing's funny" I frowned, pressing my lips together, but everything I do to tell him that I hated him and this darn marriage was all in vain.

He found me as a clown, as someone he could mock all day long, Damnit!

"Mr.Billionaire", I like it" He quoted my words, with a little grin playing on his lips. I rolled my eyeballs, folding my arms together.

"We could have stayed in separate rooms...

"Do you think I like staying here with you" He cut me off. Within seconds, he returned back to his arrogant way.

"Over there, on the couch.." I followed the direction of his finger, trying to understand what he actually meant.

"... That's where you'll sleep every single night, don't try crossing the boundaries" I hear his voice again, my blood boiled at last.

"You can't be fucking serious" I yelled out, but everything I always say sounds like some joke to him. I looked at him, but he was listening anymore, he walked over to the bed, taking out his laptop and ignoring me completely.

"Xavier!" I yelled out his name.

"Obey me, Iris" He spat out, without taking his eyes off the laptop screen. The anger eating me alive, I kept on talking.

"Am not your dog, we signed a contract" I screamed, but to him, it looked like I didn't even existed.

Rage filling me, it was fucking impossible to live with someone like him. I grab a towel and went to the bathroom, shutting the damn door loudly, but I guessed he doesn't care about that either.

The cool water streaming down my body, with every passing day, my stomach slowly swelled. A life was growing inside me, inside a woman whose damn one year husband finds every possible means to make her pissed off.

Clenching my fist, there was no darn thing I could do. I wrapped the towel around myself, before reaching for my nightwear, but it was nowhere to be found. Not on the shelf, nor the counter, my heart leaped into my mouth.

I searched the bathtub, but it wasn't there either.

"My clothes were back at the room" My mind mocked me, telling me the obvious. I tried calming down, but realizing the fact that I would have to come out with only a towel in front of Xavier was enough to make me go mad.

"God damnit!" My inner self rained curses to myself.

What will he think of me, am trying to seduce him on the third day of our shitty marriage...My mind grew dumb, as I stared at the door.

"Damnit!" I swore again, before walking to the door. My hand on the cold doornob, I tried to push it back open, but the more I tried, the more I battle with opening a mere door.

It was jammed!, my mind filling the blanks, it finally told me what was actually happening...

"So much for Wealthy Billionaire's with jammed doors" I scoffed, trying to cool my frustrated self down. I didn't face this shit, when I was back at my simple apartment. I scoffed again, folding my arms together.

My mind realizing that Xavier was the only one that could get me out, made me more frustrated. Not only will he see me with only a towel, he would technically be my "savior".

I pressed my lips together, trying not to let my pride be the cause of my end.

I yelled out his name the first time, but no reply, then I called again and again and it actually felt like he was still ignoring me.

"How do I ended up in this shit!"..

...

XAVIER'S P.O.V

My eyes glued to my laptop screen, I typed the document I needed down for the business party this evening.

It makes my blood boil that Iris would have to accompany me, cause she's technically my "Wife" now, how I so fucking hate all her constant endless nagging.

"One year, just one damn year and she'll finally leave my life forever. I can never, nor do I ever want to make her happy, I don't care about her" My lips together, I put my laptop aside, I can't concentrate with an angry head.

My lips pressing together, I get up from the bed, before bringing out a grey fitted suit, I plan on wearing for tonight's event.

My eyes move to the side and I bring out a dress Iris must wear, because my business will be at stake if she comes with me wearing any of the cheap rag she claims are dresses.

One year...for this one year, she must dress like an upper class, whether she likes it or not. I place her dress on the bed for her to see, when she comes out from the bathroom.

When she comes out for the bathroom, I thought, feeling a frown form at my lips.

She's taking so damn long, is this how females spend their time?....

Females, Iris doesn't even look ladylike to begin with. My face curving, I grinned, before moving closer to the the bathroom door, she really wants to die there. I scoffed.

Moving closer, I hear a faint voice from the other end.

"Get...me....out....of... here" I make out her words and try pushing the door open, it was stuck, she was stuck inside.

"What the fuck!" Anger boiled inside me and I pushed the door harder, it pushed open and I see a wet green eyes female, looking at me in the eyes.

My eyes lowers down and I feel something arousing within me...She only with a fucking little towel!

"Damnit!"