Chapter 3

The first morning in Adrian’s penthouse felt colder than any winter season Elena had experienced. The silence of the place was suffocating. She adjusted herself on the bed, pulling the duvet over her head to keep herself from freezing over.

‘Maybe purchasing only these skimpy nightwear was not such a good idea’ she thought to herself. She had always loved skimpy outfits, wearing them all the time in her father’s house which earned flirty eyes and remarks from her father’s men.

Although she never bothered replying to them, she had always secretly enjoyed the attention it brought to her. She knew deep down that her daddy issues made her enjoy seeking validation from men, and always seized every opportunity to have their attention on her.

Her mind wandered to her father, she hoped he was happy where he was right now. She tried to convince herself that sacrificing her freedom would cause him to live a better life.

She did not have time to ponder on her new life as a prisoner, as she heard footsteps approaching, followed by a soft knock on her door.

“Come in” she replied, her voice muffled by the duvet. She expected it to be one of Adrian’s maids.

A couple of seconds passed by before she heard the door swing open.

“You’re late,” he said, agitated. Barging inside her room without waiting for an invitation.

At the sound of his voice, she quickly threw the duvet from over her head. The movement was so quick, that the duvet exposed her heavy chest causing her thin top to move to the right, exposing more of her left boobs.

“Late for what?,” she asked, raising a brow. She was sick and tired of his controlling behavior. She forced herself to not feel affected by his presence, as she sucked in a quick breath.

There he stood, looking as imposing as ever in his tailored suit that looked like it cost more than her trust fund savings. Yes her family was rich before the debt incident, but they were not nearly as wealthy as half of Adrian was.

“For breakfast, Elena.” He answered, his eyes scanning over her chest a little longer than he intended before returning to her face. “I expect you to be early to our first breakfast as couples, do not let this repeat itself again.”

Her blood boiled over, dissipating any sign of cold she had before. “You are the one who’s late to call your wife for breakfast, you clearly stated last night that you were in charge here, it’s my fault for expecting you to be a leader” she bit at him.

Amusement danced on his face for a while, his lips curling into a smirk “Fair enough” he said. His voice turns dark “But as from now on, we follow the rules. Rule number one, Never speak to me in that manner, Rule number two, do not forget your place In this arrangement. I saved you and your wretched father from living in the streets. Know your place Elena.”

Elena’s heart pounded at the sharpness in his voice. Without thinking, she stood up and walk towards him. His eyes running over her exposed body, the thin strap of singlet she had on that didn’t seem to do anything in covering her plumpy breast, the black see-through lace pant she wore, that almost resembled g strings, covering barely anything. She watched his eyes grow dark with an intense look. She had always known her body brought out a side of men that was vulnerable and longing. So she seized the opportunity at once

She walked so close to him, barely a foot distance between them. “Look here arrogant boy, I am your wife and not a toy. You do not have any say in how I talk to you, if you expect me to be silent and worship the ground you walk on while you treat me like trash, then you must have loosed screws in your head. Do not think for one minute that just because of some dumb arrangement, you own me.” Her chest heaving as she spoke to him.

She was done letting this cold blooded man talk to her like she was nothing. This was also her life and if she lost her freedom getting married to him, she sure as hell won’t lose her sanity.

He closed the distance between them, her nipples rubbing on his chest as his hot breath fell on her face. “Elena,” he voice dangerously low, all her confidence flew out the window as chills ran down her spine. “You are mine and you will act like my wife as long as that dumb arrangement still stands, last night I informed you that whatever you do with your life in this penthouse is not my business, but don’t ever cross the line of making me punish you.” There was a sharp edge to his voice when he spoke.

Afraid at the tone of his voice, Elena stepped back a bit, as her calf met with the edge of the bed, causing her to fall back. She placed one foot on the bed as she tried to regain her balance. Adrian stepped closer, the sight of her that moment was irresistible, her straps fell off her shoulder as more than half her breast was on display, her foot on the bed, made her panties asymmetrical, exposing half of her shaved pussy, the view subconsciously made heat build up in his cock. Which he hated.

“B- back off,” she stammered. She couldn’t move as he was too close.

“Fuck.” Adrian muttered under his breathe, his amber eyes darkened with lust as he tried stop himself from doing anything stupid. But the sight of her pussy was too enchanting for him to move his body. He had been with multiple celebrities and pornstars but even with their bbl, none of them had ever made me lose control and freeze over.

The tension in the room grew thick suffocating her. She had no idea what he had in mind as his eyes roamed through her body making her pulse quicken.

“You think I’m afraid of you?” She found her voice, trying to steady her breath.

Adrian leaned even more closer as he gaze locked with hers. His voice merely a whisper. “No Elena. But I think you should be afraid of yourself.”

His words sent waves through her body, a clear warning, a challenge. Yet there was something in the way his eyes held her, something that made her pulse race even as her mind screamed at her to fight back.

Elena try to control herself, but the hardness of her nipples and scent of her aroused pussy made the impossible.

A call broke them out of their enchantment. Adrian pulled out his phone from his pocket and answered the call.

After listening to the other person on the other side for a couple of seconds, he replied curtly, “I’ll be on my way there, also ready a girl in the hotel for me in forty minutes.” He walked out of the room without sparing her a glance.

She collapsed on the bed completely, bewildered at what just went down, still feeling warm, her eyes darted to the last drawer as she remembered what was inside.

Reaching for the item inside in drawer, she vowed to herself to make her husband life a leaving hell, just a little why before her father is back on his feet and she’ll destroy Adrian Cross’s empire.