His HOT wife

Chapter Five: Drunk Drey

Nash's POV

"Why haven't you told me about that shoot you had with that asshole?"he said in this very deep threatening like tone that made my hair stand on end.

I turned to face him but barely managed to..

because I simply just can't .

I ended up with lips inches apart from my dick of a husband.

I focused on not thinking about our current situation. I was so trying my best not to...

I noticed right then the smell of alcohol in his breath.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

He just stared back at me with that hard expression of his.

Okay, he's mad..I think.

And I am too.

I can't believe he'd been drinking when It's barely 6 in the afternoon! Have he drank at work? That's just sooo not him.

Had he drove his way here in this state?!

Did his driver did? Did he dismissed him again and drove one of his sports cars?

Somehow, these thoughts just made me even more mad and frustrated I could kick his ass right at this very moment. If I could just broke free from his death grip, that is...I mentally cursed him.

"Please tell me you have not been drinking and that you have not driven all the way here in this state Stranton.."I demanded, daring him tell me otherwise.

I was trying so hard not to lash out at him. This is unforgivable and just... careless.

He frowned at me.

Tightening his grip on my waist he pulled me more flush to him than I ever was.

I tried to prevent him but failed.

I could feel him..His hard stable built under his suit. I felt myself blush.

Oh god! I'm so confused with my own emotions..What is this jerk doing to me and to this stupid excuse I call a heart! ??

"Yes Loraine, I have."he said a matter-of-factly.

"Why have you not told me about that shoot? Whose that asshole with you in the photo? Why have you agreed on posing in front of a camera half naked! And to make matters even worst you're in every goddamned issue of these fucking stupid magazines! Which only have..I don't know, probably half a billion viewers?!!? half a million would be men who would probably be drooling and fantasizing over you!"he spat.

Seriously, he's being over dramatic!

"You can't be serious are you??!"

He just glared at me.

Ha!

"You're unbelievable! Why do you think it that way!? I'm married to you! You idiot! And--uggh!! why am I even explaining myself to you? Why do you even care?! It's not like we're normal married couple anyway! And I was wearing jeans! For pete's sake! I was not wearing panties! And I was wearing a crop top! You're a businessman, I thought you'll have a wider mind about these things! It's called a modeling! A proffesion! That's what models do! And I was being professional about it! And the clothing line's classy! a well admired one! I--I--ugghh!! Let go of me!"I yelled at him and struggled free from his hold.

He reached for my hips and turned me rather harshly to him and crushed my face into his stone of a chest.

Ouch