Happily Married To An Asshole

Chapter 14: At least one person is happy

Xavier's P.O.V.

You know, there are times in life when you see no end and no beginning, honestly I  don't even play an active role in my life anymore shit just happen and I'm like 'oh this is what we are doing now? Okay.'

I had a plan for my life. Build my business empire, keep my family in check, and maybe—just maybe—live a bachelor's life without unnecessary complications. But instead? Here I am, a few hours away from getting married to a girl I've met once.

One. Damn. Time.

Make it make sense.

I don't know what my parents were thinking. If it were some groundbreaking business deal, sure, I'd understand. But nope. This arrangement doesn't even benefit our company—it just throws me into a marriage I never signed up for.

But it's too late to turn back now.

Of course it's too late to turn back i will be married few hours from now.

You should be grateful that they picked somebody so beautiful and cute.

Oh, right. Because that matters more than the fact that I'm basically handing over half my net worth on a silver platter. What if she's just here to cash in, file for divorce, and walk away with a fat check?

Not everyone wants your awfully smelling paper you know. I can't wait to see the wedding gown she picked.

Or the one mum picked, mum wouldn't have let her go without picking something satisfying even after I said simple. I don't care what she wears it can even be a white night gown. Who cares?

Say whatever you want but I will be there to watch you drool over her when you see her.

I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist.

I was about to open the door and walks out when I heard giggling and bed squeaking.

Oh, hell no.

I slowly opens the door the see a little girl probably 4 or 5

The last time you guessed someone's age it was a disaster.

That wasn't my fault, okay.

Yes, it was mine.

I just decided to shut it out, cause  how can I be talking to myself.

There, right in the middle of my bed, was a tiny human—probably four or five years old—jumping like it was her personal trampoline.

I just stood there staring at her I actually find the little girl cute, she is jumping in my bed and giggling saying incoherent words.

At least one person is happy

I walked up to her to stop her from breaking my bed when she sat on the bed catching her breath. When she saw me her eyes widened and she tried to run when I caught her arm and sat her on the bed.

"I-i- I'm really really sorry, mum said i could wonder around then I saw the door was a little tiny bit opened so I entered. I swear i didn't steal any thing I swear." I tried to call her down but it looks like she's not done.

"I swear I didn't steal anything but can I take the bed it soo soft and bouncy but then where will you sleep huh can I just jump on it one last time." She looks at me With a pleading eye i was so tempted to say no but there has to be something like humanity.