Saving You

Chapter 3

**A week later**

I go to stand up off the bed, my legs finally listening to me. I stand up and use the wall for support as I walk towards the door. Once I reach it, I go to grab the handle.

Before I can turn it, it turns on its own and opens into me. I fall back, "Ah, ow."

The door completely opens and he looks at me with wide eyes. A tray in his hands, "What are you doing?!"

He comes into the room, closing the door and putting the tray against the bed. He bends down in front of me, "What are you doing out of bed?"

I rub my butt slightly, "I wasn't."

He scoffs, "Then how do you explain the fact you're out of bed right now?"

I look around the room acting oblivious to my surroundings, "I honestly couldn't tell you how I got here. I've been in my bed like a good girl. I would never disobey you." My voice is laced with a form of sarcasm.

He looks at me with a done expression, "I'm not in the mood today for your sarcastic comments."

I put my hand over my heart, "Me? Sarcastic? What, I would never." I give him a hurt expression.

"Would you like to visit another room in this house? Because there's one that's really coming into mind. I would just love to release some anger now too. But only if you feel up for it?" He raises a brow.

I raise a brow back at him, "You know if you've been keeping me here because you just want to fuck me, you could have just said that."

He rolls his eyes and stands up, "That's not the reason."

He helps me up to my feet, "What is it then?" I use him as support as he brings me to the bed.

"We'll be married tomorrow."

I look at him with wide eyes, "We'll be what now?"

He sighs and sits down beside me, "Married." He takes the bowl of soup off the tray and scoops up some of it. He places the spoon in front of me.

I stare at him in shock, unsure of how to react. I'm just so very confused.

"Eat." He puts the spoon closer to my lips. I open my mouth and swallow the soup. He continues to feed me the soup until there's none left in the bowl, "One of my men will be here soon to get you ready for tomorrow."

He stands up, "No."

He looks at me, tray in hand, "What do you mean no?"

I look him in the eye, "I will not marry you."

He rolls his eyes, "Princess, this isn't an option."

I glare at him, "You can't force me into marrying you."

He chuckles lightly and places the tray on the table, "I'm not forcing you, Princess. I'm simply saying you don't have a choice."

I scoff, "Yeah, that's forcing dipshit. And stop calling me princess."

He comes closer to me, "I will call you whatever I see fit."

"No you will not. You know why?" He raises his brow at me, "Because I'm not your goddamn wife!"

He sighs and goes to pick me up. I push against him and try to get out of his hold, "What are you doing? Put me down!"

He ignores me and holds me against his chest, "If you stop struggling, it would be easier for me to hold you in place." He makes his way down the hall and to the stairs.