GET READY

I flee as far as my legs can take me. not to my room or anywhere closer, what the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe I almost messed up with my supposed ruthless billionaire husband.

I really hate him, so why that sensation when his hands crept into my already wet p*ssy, and why did that little moan escape my lips? Why didn't I stop him even when I hated him so much? Why let him have his way with me and not stop him with a resounding slap like I have always wished to anytime he will ever lay a finger on me? "He irritates me, so why did I ever become his prey with well-spread eyes?"

This thought and more rush through my mind as I rest my back on the wall. The only thing my confused soul needs now is a soothsayer to tell me the reason for my earlier behavior.

"How the heck could I fall that bad?" I kept wondering.

Only God knows what he's going to see me as now. Maybe, as a mere slut and attention seeker who goes on acting all hard only to get lured to bed with ease, I would have already fallen if not for the timely intervention of his maid.

My mind pounds continuously no matter how hard I try to stop it; it's more like it's controlling me at the moment.

"He is going to be your husband anyways; it's not like you can avoid it for that long, and besides, he is still going to have sex with you either way because he owns you already." My mind rings out to me, and I can just twist my face in disquiet.

"He doesn't own me and will never do so." I reply back, anger being the only thing filling me suddenly, but how am I going to face him now and tell him my opinion about his rule?

Anyways, I have to return to the room and read through the documents more, and I swear if I see anything contrary to my rules again, I will definitely go warn him because I am not a baby he can enforce rules on like that. With this thought, I return to my room, wanting to fulfill my wish.

In the room, I booth the door, clashing my back against it in an attempt to catch my breath as I have used all my strength to climb the multiple stairs in this mighty house.

So I need energy. After getting enough hold of my breath, I return to my bed, where the note still rests, and slowly grab it, going through it again.

"Remember this is a contracted deal and not really a marriage, so I can do whatever I want, and that does not imply anything to you, but you have a reason why none implies anything to me, and under no condition should any member of your family or friend visit you, and neither should you because this house belongs to me and my rules stand," another rule read.

"OK! This is the height of it. How dare he enforce such a terrible rule? What does he mean by "under no circumstances should my family and friends visit me?" OK fine. I understand this is his house, therefore he gives out rules, so what about saying I can't see anyone of them either? Is this some kind of joke or what?"

I think I need to admonish this now before it goes extreme because I won't follow this last rule of his: "If he wants a toy, he should go get one outside and not ask me to indirectly because I am not a fool ". Like he said "This is a contract and not a marriage, so therefore I won't adhere to this crap".

With these thoughts in mind, I really wanted to go confront him once more, but for some unknown reason I just couldn't. The fear of beholding his face is suddenly what I consider, and putting myself out there in front of him Is now my worst fear.

A quick knock on the door throws me off balance, and I am left to wonder who the hell it is or go crack the door open. "But what if it's Mr. Grumpy and he is here to lure me into his spell once more, which I fear I can't resist, or is he here to give me extra rules?" I thought inwardly, causing me to maintain a position.

"Can you open the door, ma'am? I have a message to pass to you." A feminine voice pierces from without, and I can just watch myself walk towards the door, but in each step I make, it seems it has a connection with my heart as it makes this loud thud like it will fall off any moment from now.

"What does he want?" I shutter as I advance the door the more, and a step away from it, I strech towards the door hole, sinking my eyes into it, and that's exactly when it bestows on a maid who holds unto a tray filled with what I really can't identify as it's wrapped.

"He wants me to give this to you," she stresses. Her voice outpouring more calmly, having a final glance at her, I pulled the door open, dragging the tray from her, and shut the door before she could make another statement.

"Thanks!" I yank, caring less if she heard me or not, but what I hear next is the dispatching of her footsteps.

"Now what has this crazy man sent to me that it has to be wrapped in this manner?" I thought inwardly, pulling up the package.

I tear off the wrap, and my eyes come into quick contact with a fabulous red dress. OK, what is this for, actually? I can't answer my question when I notice that a note is attached at the back of it, and I quickly read through it.

"What?" I yanked after going through the contents.