Fatima thought life after Stanford would be hers to enjoy, until she's forced into an arranged marriage to save her family's legacy.
Zayn Caruso is everything she vowed to avoid: arrogant, ruthless, and the heir to a dangerous mafia empire. A billio...
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It had been one month since I had gotten married to my worst nightmare and I could easily say things were still far from better. Fatima and I fought and argued every time we got a chance. I still despised her so much. Making her life miserable as I had planned had not been working yet. She was one hell of a challenge and she never backed down. To be honest I was quite impressed. She always held her head up high. All my life, no woman had ever had the guts to stand against me, I always had them wrapped around my finger. But Fatima didn't give a fuck who I was and what I was capable of, she had to have her say in everything. The only solution I had left in my mind now was to befriend her and turn it off when she least expected it. I had to do it. But how?
After getting ready for work, I made my way downstairs to have breakfast. No matter how much I hated Fatima, I never skipped breakfast, probably because I didn't want to have Mira and Fiona breathing down my neck about how important breakfast is. I greeted Mira and sat on the high chair as she handed me my plate full of good food.
"Thank you, Mira." I said and digged in. It was beacon, eggs, veggies and toasted bread with a glass of milk on the side. I loved her food so much.
Fatima came in looking rather splendid or should I say gorgeous. She wore a mesh tape detail zipper romper. It shaped her body perfectly, I couldn't help but stare. It showed off her figure and her curves and perfect ass. Her zipper showed her cleavage. She had a bag around her waist. She was sexy. Her legs were perfectly revealed. Her face was natural, no makeup but she had a dark red lipstick on and her romper was dark red. I was turned on immediately I noticed those colours and even worse her hair was in a messy bun. Way to go, Fatima.
'What's wrong with you?'
I mentally scolded myself as I diverted my attention from her and and carried on with the food in front of me. Suddenly the food wasn't appetising anymore, I wanted to eat her instead, not that she'd let me but my thoughts were dirty, really really dirty.
"Good morning, my favorite lady." She greeted Mira and kissed her cheek. She'd gotten closer with Mira the past few weeks she'd been here. She was like a daughter to her and they adored each other. I couldn't help but be jealous sometimes and get scolded by Mira when she saw me fueling up my anger towards her.
"Good morning, sweetheart. You want breakfast?"
"You know I can never say no to your food. I'm starving."
"Join your husband, I'll bring it to you." Mira told her.
"I'll have my breakfast in the living room, thank you." She gave me a death stare and left the kitchen.
"You can at least try to be nice to her." Mira said to me.
"What have I done now?"
"My dear, she hasn't accepted the whole marriage thing between you two and you, not making her feel welcome is another issue."
