Married To Mr Arrogant

Subtitle: My Contract Marriage

Written by: Marvy Hyacinth

● Alexa ●

I stared down at the sheets and remembering what Anderson said before leaving, I puked.

I placed a hand over my mouth and held my stomach with the other.

Standing quickly from the bed, I rushed to one of the doors in the room looking for the toilet… I couldn’t have myself puking all over someone’s bedroom.

Finding a door, I pushed in, and thanks to should I call ‘luck’? It was the toilet.

I ran in and knelt over the toilet seat to pour out the contents of my stomach into it.

Done, I flushed the toilet and turned to the sink, rinsed my mouth, and washed my hands clean.

“I can’t believe I was sitting on the bed he used to make love to the girl I saw coming out of his house earlier,”

I muttered overly disgusted.

I mean, he probably hates him and I hate him too… But he could have kindly told me he made love on his bed before pushing me down on it.

This means…

Wait!

His s*x and that of the girl were on the bed!

Disgusting!!!

Feeling my stomach churn seriously with a warning, I quickly ran back into his toilet for the second time and vomited again.

Returning to the bedroom, specifically in front of Anderson’s bed, I contemplated what to do.

I certainly don’t want to touch those disgusting sheets, but at the same time, that son of a bitch already threatened me with the most valuable thing in my life… Jace!

‘Run Alexa, Run!’

My mental side whispered.

“No. How am I even supposed to pass his stupid thumbprint-locked door?”

‘Simple… You just make him go get something for you outside and when he’s gone, you escape.’

She whispered again.

“And risk Jace? No way!”

I muttered firmly.

‘But…’

Before she could say anymore, I shook her off my head.

“If I’m going to remove these sheets, I won’t allow my bare hands on them.”

I said determination surging through me.

Marching towards the room’s door, I opened it and got out as soon as I could.

I needed some gloves and only Mr. Stupid, the selfish prince could get me one.

… Well, as far as I’m still locked up in this cozy, comfortable hell hole.

I stood at the top of the stairs and not wanting to go down the spiral staircase, I yelled out his name.

“Anderson!”

I waited a few moments and when he didn’t reply, I rolled my eyes into my head and decided to call him again.

He didn’t answer!

Great!

I yelled out his name for the third time and when he didn’t reply still… I decided I’d better go down the stairs before I lost my voice.

Finally down, I bent over a little, held my knee, es, and panted for some seconds.

Looking up and standing straight back up to go check where in his damn house Anderson could be, I saw him sitting comfortably in a small room I had never noticed by the side of his living room.

I could see him because the room was bounded by glass walls and a glass door.

“How the heck was he going to be able to pull or push through a glass door? It’d shatter.”

My shallow mind thought.

Pissed, I walked briskly towards the small glass room and stood in front of the door in confusion.

This door had no bolt, nor did it have any button or hole on it to press.

I was confused about how to open it and get to Anderson.

Suddenly, I got an idea.

I placed my hand on the glass door, and it slid open.

Only then did I realize there was a sliding iron under it.

I stepped into the room before the door slid closed and turned my attention to the figure sitting in the room.

He was playing a goddamn Play station with a headset on!

He fucking ignored me because of a play station!

‘And why exactly are you worked up?’

My mind asked.

“Because he chose a play station over me!”

I screamed in my head.

‘Hold on baby girl… You’re not even his girlfriend.’

My mind reminded me.

I went cold right away.

“Yeah right! Thanks for the reminder.”

I sighed.

‘Yeah… You better set yourself straight. You’re becoming possessive of him these days.’

“Shut the fvck up!”

‘Alright girl.’

She replied and I blocked her off my mind for the moment.

I walked to where Anderson was sitting with his back facing me and tapped on his shoulders.

He turned to me looking all frightened and I saw him breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that it was I, or so I thought because he was yelling at me the next second.

“What are you doing here?!”

His yelling took me aback, but I soon gathered myself and yelled at him just as hard as he had at me.

“Give me a fucking glove!”

“For?”

He asked in what I describe as a rude tone.

“To remove your bedspread with.”

I replied just as rudely.

I don’t know why, but anytime I’m with him… I make sure there’s a mental competition going on between us and I never want to lose.

“And why do you need gloves to do a simple duty?”

Anderson asked me.

“Because like how disgusting the bedspread is, you did disgusting things on it.”

“Oh… You mean s*ex?”

He asked as though nothing was wrong with it.

“Yes, mister!”

I rolled my eyes at him and he chuckled slightly.

“What was so funny, you had to chuckle?”

I asked irritated.

“The fact that you are so innocent you fail to call s*x sex ”

He replied.

“At least I’m not irritating like you!”

“Whatever. I don’t have gloves.”

Anderson said.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Use your hands.”

He said again and sat back down on his seat plugging in his headset and turning to his play station once more.

“Son of a b*tch.”

I muttered as hard as I could banking on the safe harbor that he had his headset plugged in now.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He removed one ear, turned to me, and with a dry look on his face muttered

“I haven’t started the game yet.”

“Oh shit!”

I cursed.

He turned to his play station once more and I sighed in relief.

“I hate guys who played video games. I always feel they don’t pay much attention to their partners.”

I muttered as gently as I could.

“Well, I also hate innocent girls.”

Someone replied.

Jeez!

I didn’t notice I’d said that out.

I made my way towards the door and when I was almost out, I heard something that scared me and made me happy at the same time.

“But I’m gonna wife you soon…”