“ Take it off! I said take it off!" I said as she pushed my hand away but I wasn't having it.
“ No, leave me alone, there's nothing you can do about it, I want it and I'm taking it, leave me the fuck alone," she said as she tried to push past me but I blocked her path.
“ What do you want from Antonio, why are you getting on my nerves?!" she asked, anger shining in her eyes.
“ It's just a simple request, don't touch my things, you're touching what's mine and I don't like it," I said,
“ What's yours is mine by marriage," she said and I scoffed,
“ Marriage indeed," I said and she tried to push past but I pushed her back,
“ For the last time, take off my shirt," I said,
“ You fucking burnt all the lingeries and everything I could possibly wear, what do you want me to do? Walk around naked?” she asked and I raised a brow at her.
" Why do you suddenly sound like you care about that, weren't you the one throwing your tits in my face earlier today?” I said,
" Oh, now I see where this is going, just tell me you want me walking around the house naked and I'll do that if you ask nicely instead of telling me to stop touching your clothes.” she said,
“ I'm not going to warn you again, don't touch my things," I warned,
" Do whatever you want but I'm going to fucking touch anything I want in this house and there's not a single thing you can do about that,” she said and was about to walk past me but I pushed her on my bed and started unbuttoning the shirt,
" Get your hands off me you piece of shit,” she said as she struggled and instead of taking my time to unbutton the shirt, I tore it.
" You can have it now,” I said as I got up from the bed and she looked at me in anger before climbing down and walking out of the room, making sure to bang the door.
Since she wanted to walk around naked, she might as well do that.
*******
I was beyond pissed, this man was getting on my nerves. I know that I've done nothing but tease him since we got here but nothing gave him the right to burn my things, they were my things not his, and they were fucking expensive.
And now that I want something to wear he wouldn't let me touch even his shirt.
If this was with any other man I'd consider it romantic. It's a honeymoon after all, less clothes and talking and more bed but here I was getting angry.
I groaned as I picked up my phone and called my best friend.
He picked on the third ring and immediately laughter filled my ears.
“ There's nothing funny," I said in anger,
“ Lemme guess you've killed him and need me to help you bury the body," he said,
“ No, that would be too easy, I need clothes, Antonio burnt everything I had here with me," I said,
“ Why?" He asked when I'm sure he knew the reason, he was also part of everything.
“ They were all revealing and he's been warning me not to wear them," I said and he laughed,
“ He's surely affected by you," he said and I scoffed,
“ Eww, I'm using him," I said,
“ Yeah, tell me about it," he mocked,
“ So what do you want me to do for you?" He asked and I couldn't hear but roll my eyes.
“ Didn't I just tell you I have nothing to wear, I need clothes and you have to bring them to me," I said,
“ Fine, I'll be there, can't believe I'm coming to your honeymoon," he said with a dramatic sigh.
“ This is not a honeymoon, I really can't believe I still got some days to stay with this man. I'm going to kill him, he's pushing all my anger buttons and I knew that any moment from now I'll explode," I said,
“ Chill, it would be okay, you might be surprised one day I'll have a little niece and we'll laugh about this honeymoon you both had,"
“ Rodrigo,"
“ Yes," he answered,
“ Don't ever say that again,” I warned,
" If you say so," he said before I ended the call.
If he wants trouble, I'll give him trouble a hundred fold, at least that's what we vowed to each other.
“ I'll be waiting," I said before I ended the call. This definitely wasn't how I had imagined my honeymoon to be, this was more of a bittermoon. Being alone with a man I hated.
I threw the phone on the bed and was about to lay down when I heard a loud sound like glass shattering on the floor.
I jumped at the sound as I quickly walked out of my room.
“ Antonio," I called but didn't get any response,
" Antonio, stop messing with me,” I said but still no response,
I felt dread in the pit of my stomach as I reached the sitting room and turned around but there wasn't any sign of Antonio.
“ Antonio this is not funny," I said as I moved to the kitchen, surprised to see shattered glass on the floor.
“ Where's this man, Antonio! I'm going to kill you if I find out you're in this house and you're keeping silent,” I said as I started making my way to his room. I pushed the door open and called his name yet there wasn't any sign of him.
Where the hell was this man?
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Forced Marriage To The Billionaire
Romance" I Lillian Camilla Vincent promise to make your life a living hell for as long as I live," I whispered to him, to anyone we were just husband and wife exchanging quiet talk on the altar, but they didn't know we were making a promise to torment each...
