Contract Marriage (Preview)

Chapter Two* The Wedding Night

The quiet in the car made the drive seem to last forever, and not knowing were they were going to made Aurora want to pull her hair out, she tried asking him aka her pigheaded husband where they were headed and how long it will take them to arrive but was blatantly ignored each time.

After what seemed like forever they entered into a gated estate with big beautiful houses, the size of the houses didn't faze her, since she grew up in wealth but when she saw beauty she appreciated it, he went ahead and drove into a garage where he parked his car, as soon as he stopped she jumped out of the car as well as any one in a wedding dress could, climbing the stairs as fast as she could in order to avoid him, on getting to the door she head smacked herself realizing she didn't have they keys, so she waited.

To her greatest joy and annoyance he didn't as much as acknowledge her, opening the door and stepping in as if she wasn't there.

"Are you going to stand there all night ?" He questioned.

She came back to reality at the sound of his voice stepping in, she didn't even realize she had still been standing by the door.

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He locked the door behind her, not wanting to deal with the spoilt brat anymore today, let alone hear her voice, he left her standing in the living room going to his room.

"Wait." He heard her annoying voice, she never really knew when to shut up.

"Yes," he said.

"Where are you going, aren't you going to show me my room, what about my clothes," she ranted in that voice again.

He didn't sign up for this he thought to himself, he didn't even think of where she was going to stay, annoyed he replied her,

"We will get your clothes tomorrow but for now you get to sleep in the guest room, as for what to wear I'll get you one of my shirts to wear," he said curtly as if talking to one of his employees.

She frowned at his tone but said okay, without even waiting for an answer from her, he turned on his heel and starting walking, until he felt a pummel him to the ground, she fucking slipped that was probably because she was drunk.

He was mad, very mad, mad at himself  for being bullied into this marriage, mad for being attracted to her even if she wasn't his type, mad at her for being so fucking clumsy.

So he directed all that anger on her, pushing her off he stood up glaring at her

He yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you??"

He saw her cower and fear lass through her eyes but only for a moment, the fire was back and with pure defiance.

"Me, what's wrong with me, you seriously want to know, then you're what's wrong with me, you and you're asshole self are my fucking problem," she yelled back.

God she looks sexy when she's mad,

Fe eling his anger dissipating, standing there in that wedding dress that did nothing to hide her mouth watering curves, her wide hips slender waist, her generous breasts and that ass curved to perfection, he towered over her, she was a short little thing her head only reaching his chest he noticed when he was dragging her out of the party and her skin milky chocolate colour, his favorite oh how he would like to lick every inch of it he hoped it would be as sweet looking up st her face she had the most beautiful face he had ever seen the nicest eyes, feline in their shape and shrouded by thick black lashes were her dark brown eyes, one may argue that the colour was dull but they were the most interesting eyes he saw, he could get lost in their depth, her little button nose, so cute he felt like kissing it and her lips dark pink full and succulent the lower fuller that the upper, he hoped they tasted as sweet as they looked.