6: NEW ROOMMATE

“Fucking dumb ass, piece of shit loser” I cussed under my breath as I hurried down the stairs.

I wasn’t afraid of my new roommate but he had done enough to send a chill down my spine and I will never forgive him for it.

I stopped briefly at the large mirror in the sitting room to admire my reflection, my hair was tied up in a messy bun and the light blue dress I had snagged from my closet clung perfectly to my body.

Bloody outrageous! I would never be dressed up just to eat dinner at home, but here I was, looking like a washed up bimbo, just because a man had threatened me.

“Can you please stop flirting with your reflection. The food is almost ice cold” my roommate’s voice sounded from dining area.

“Fuck” I cussed out loud. How did I not realize the mirror was large enough for him to see me from the dinner table?

All these time, he had been watching me fix my messy hair and try to fix my overly padded bra. I wish I could gouge his eyes out. But wishes were hopeless, if I hurt a hair on his head, the whole of north America would be on my ass. So instead of killing my new roommate, I headed to the dinner table like a good obedient wife.

Ew!

“Thank you for joining me, Miss Taylor” my roommate greeted with a stupid smile plastered on his awfully perfect face.

Bloody hypocrite, he had literally tried to rid me of my decency and evaded my privacy just to get me down here and now, he greets me curtly like I had honored his invitation by choice?

“Fucking douche” I cussed under my breath as I settled into the chair at the opposite end of the table.

He cocked his head, obviously wanting me to repeat what I had said.

“Thank you for inviting me” I said, faking a smile so hard it made my cheeks hurt.

He nodded and rang a small bell that lay at the edge of the table.

A neatly dressed chef rushed out from a side door, holding a small book in his hand.

What the fuck was this? Why did he always have to overdo everything? We were just having dinner. Making a fake high class restaurant at home wouldn’t make me hate him less.

“What’s on the menu, Ferdinand?” he asked the chef who cleared his throat and began reciting the vast array of meals they had available.

“I’d have the ceaser salad and maybe some pasta and have Philip bring in a bottle of wine while you’re at it” my roommate instructed the chef.

“And for you miss?” the chef asked, turning to my direction.

“Nothing for her. She said she wasn’t hungry”Ethan replied.

My jaw dropped and from the way my fists were clenched under the table, my knuckles were definitely white as snow.

The chef looked at both of us in confusion.

Ethan had managed to give me another amazing reason to hate him more than the devil.

“I’d have the pasta as well. I would never turn down the meal of such a delectable chef” I said, a small smile playing on my lips.

The expression on Ethan's face proved my victory. I had managed to strike a nerve and the way he glared at the chef, it was obvious the complement had hurt his feelings.

Ferdinand hurried out and shortly after, the butler,Philip, returned with two glasses and a bottle of red wine.

He placed the items on the table and proceeded to open the sealed wine. Ethan thanked him and snatched the bottle. He filled his glass first before filling the second one and bringing it to me.

My breath got caught in my throat as he approached me. He was still on his work clothes, a dark blue suit and tie.

“Drink” he ordered as he forced the glass into my hands.

“Why? Are you trying to poison me?” I retorted.

“Did you not see him open a fresh bottle? If I wanted to kill you, it wouldn’t be poison. It will work too quickly and I would be deprived of the pleasure of watching you suffer and beg for your life”.

My mouth hung open, my brain unable to cook up a comeback.

He laughed. Loudly that it echoed through the room.

“Relax, I wouldn’t hurt you”

“Unless maybe you wanted me to” he said before taking a sip of his wine.

My throat became exceedingly dry. This disgusting sick fuck just knew how to ruin my day. I couldn’t think of a single mean thing to say to him. My brain decided to go numb when I needed her the most.

“Fuck you Ethan King” was the only thing I managed to say.

“Very soon baby girl” He smiled devilishly as he walked behind my chair.

He emptied his glass and set the empty cup in front of me. He leaned over the chair and his strong scent of chocolate and coffee filled my nostrils.

“I really despise how you use foul language. It’s very unladylike” he breathed down, his hot breath fanning the nape of my neck.

“I do not intend for you to like me” I spat back.

He froze and I could feel how tensed he was.

“You are my wife. I have to learn to like you” he replied.

“It takes more than physical attraction for a marriage to work. Physically, I’m intrigued by how your lips look when you talk, how your breasts fill up that dress and how your ass sways when you walk”

I bit back a scream. This man was beyond crazy.

“Beyond that, I hate your guts and how smart you think you are” he huffed.

“You don’t have to like me. You seem to forget that this marriage is fake. You married me in exchange for my silence till you pay up what you owe me. You don’t want the world to find out that their precious King is a sick bully who ruins people’s lives and takes advantage of intoxicated women” I say boldly, bringing my glass to my mouth and taking a small sip.

He fell silent.

No greater feeling in the world than shutting an egoistic man up.

“You would make headlines if I decided to spill the tea. My silence is doing you a favour” I continue, pushing to see if he would finally get upset and leave me alone.

Instead, my roommate wrapped his large hand around my neck. Tight enough to scare me but not hurt me. His large rolex watch reflected the lights of the chandelier and it was hard to keep my eyes open.

“You’ve not given me the opportunity to return the favour and show my appreciation” he said.

“Would you want me to show my appreciation now?” he asked as he tightened his grip.

“How?” I hissed.

He chuckled.

“I’ll start by ripping off that ugly dress so I can fully appreciate your gorgeous tits. I know you have no under wear on so getting to your little pussy wont be difficult. All I need is a couple of minutes and a few thrusts of my cock and I’d repay my debts”.

"Fuck off, you sick perv" I squealed.

Utterly shameless. that’s what he was. How could he say such filthy things to me? I’d rather choke on a plastic tube than let his dick anywhere near my body.

“Get your hands off me, Ethan” I said loudly, hoping his staff would hear.

“What? You no longer want me to thank you for shutting your mouth?” he retorted.

“Get your hands off me” I screamed. He didn’t budge, his hands remained firm around my throat and I tried to pry them off.

He growled, a disgusting low frequency sound that indicated that he was enjoying this. He enjoyed making me miserable and my struggling was pleasurable to him.

“Get your hands off that girl, Ethan Jeremy King” a woman’s voice sounded from the entrance of the dinning room.

Ethan’s hands immediately flew off my neck and I held my throat as I struggled to catch my breath.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming” He said swiftly as he adjusted his suit.

“Hello Ethan, its good to see you too” the woman barked, her eyes blazing with anger.

“Hello mom, it’s good to see you” Ethan greeted.

This was his mother! I honestly thought someone as evil as him crawled out of a sewer.

The woman rolled her eyes and extended her arms for a hug. My roommate stood still, like he was hesitating.

She began approaching him and he took to the other side of the table. From where he was stood, I could clearly see what the problem was.

He had a raging boner he was trying to conceal.

Beyond unbelievable. Extremely hilarious if I was being honest.

“Give your mother a hug” the woman insisted as she caught up to him and pulled him into a bear hug.

I stiffled a laugh that was tryin to escape and she must have heard my snorts and her eyes landed on me. She had the biggest look of displeasure plastered on her face.

“I thought I warned you, no messing around with the staff” the woman yelled at Ethan as she eyed me.

“She’s not a staff, mum” Ethan huffed as he pulled me up from my seat.

“Who is she?” the woman pressed on.

“No one important” Ethan said as he literally dragged me out of the dinning room.

The woman screamed after us, laying various threats and cusses behind us.

Ethan escorted me to my room and slammed the door shut before I could ask any questions.