" There's no fucking way you expect me to sleep here, this looks like a fucking store room…with cheap things, no way is this gonna work," I said as I looked at the room that looked like everything in it was picked from trash.
The bedsheets looked like something out of a horror movie, the bed looked like something a teenager would sleep on, I'd be so uncomfortable on that damn bed.
“ You don't have a choice, this is the only room for you,” he said as I turned to him with a glare.
“ The only person this room is fit for is you and not me because you're a fucking piece of shit,” I said as I walked away from him to go look for other rooms because there was no way I'll stay in that disaster he calls a room.
I walked to a door and tried opening it but it was locked. I turned to him in anger before moving to the next and then I tried opening and it was also locked.
“ You're the sickest person I've ever seen, you can fucking cook your house and eat it,” I snared before walking away without sparing him a glance.
I've got places to be, I've been too busy moving around with him and focusing my attention on him, he was the least of my problems right now.
I opened his black Ferrari and got in as I started the car and drove out of the mansion heading to the office.
Just four days away from work and I know there would be a lot of documents on my table to handle.
I parked the car outside the hotel as I handed the key to the valet before walking inside. I was immediately welcomed with so many congratulations of which I knew that; seventy percent were fake.
Not many like the idea of me managing the hotel and being in control and now I was the wife to that jerk they consider as one of the richest men.
“ Welcome ma, congratulations on your wedding and I'm sure you had a wonderful time on your honeymoon, although I'm surprised you both came back…”
" Sam,” I called, stopping my assistant's blabbing.
" Yes ma'am," she said as she turned to me like a deer caught in the headlights.
“ I'm sure I have a lot of work, lets deal with that," I said,
“ Yes, sure ma'am," she said with a smile and I nodded before we both walked to my office.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw the numerous documents on my table. I had expected work but that looked like hell, it's just been four days.
“ I know ma'am, we'll get it done in no time," my assistant said and I narrowed my eyes at her and she just chuckled.
I walked to my chair and sat down, already feeling tired before I even started. It's definitely gonna be a long day.
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“ Look who we have here," Leo said mockingly as he opened my room door and walked in and I just rolled my eyes.
“ If you're here to give me another lecture about being a good husband, save it," I said and he chuckled as he fell on bed with a sigh.
“ I'm done talking to you, it's time I just sit and enjoy the show,” he said.
" Glad to hear that, what's up? You should be in the office in my absence,” I said,
I had decided that I'd just work from home because I wasn't really in a good mood and I didn't want to transfer aggression on anyone. Blame it on that woman.
“ Mr Jonathan is kinda angry at you," he said and I raised a brow at him in confusion. Mr Jonathan was one of our hotel's biggest partners and I don't remember doing anything to offend him.
“ Why?” I asked,
" Basically he said you didn't personally give him an invitation to your wedding,”
" That's ridiculous, I didn't have the time for that, everyone who was meant to be at that wedding was there, so I don't understand his deal,” I said.
" Exactly," Leo muttered with a far away look.
I suddenly turned to him when I realized he was hiding something from me. The look in his eyes says it all.
“ Spit it out," I said and he sighed before he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.
“ You're not gonna like this," he said as I braced myself for whatever he was going to say. Whenever he got serious like this, it meant there was really trouble.
“ The thing is…” he paused as he turned to me.
" She's back.”
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Forced Marriage To The Billionaire
Romans" 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...
