Chapter 3: Hairy Baboon

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Anatalia's Pov :

After falling off that person's back, I fell down and hit my head, then everything turned black. Goddammit....Who ever Father sent to get me is soo fired.

As I opened my eyes slowly, I was in an unfamiliar place. Hey, This ain't my room! Oh god! Was I kidnapped?! Was I raped when I was still asleep?!

I checked underneath the blanket and relieved that I still have my clothes on last night. The door opened with a click and I was immediately tensed up. It was just Damanio, bringing in breakfast.

" Morning, Sleeping Monster, " He teased as he set the tray in the table beside the bed, " How's your head? Sorry if I dropped ya."

I rolled my eyes. Great, Here I thought he was the good and mature kind of guy. Wait, He was the one who took me down?!

He plopped in the bed beside me and looked at me with a grin. I looked at him with narrowed eyes. Before I knew it, he flicked my forehead with his finger.

" Itte! That hurts, you know! You! You ha- ", I nearly said handsome, " H-hairy overgrown baboon! " I rubbed my forehead.

He looked a bit shock at first but changed into an amused one. As I turned to give him a glare, He pushed me and pinned me down in the bed. He looked at me with a smirk.

Oh no! Oh no, will I be taken down by him twice! I know my dad told me not to do this to a man but screw it!

I kneed him in the groin and he winced in pain. He got off me, holding groin in pain and curled up.

" ( )! What kind of wife knees her own husband?! God! Don't come crying to me if we can't have kids!, " He said through clenched teeth, glaring at me.

" Wife?! I didn't even agree to this sudden marriage!, " I responded.

" Sadly... You're too late, sug. We're stuck with each other from now on. It would've been better if you weren't going to torment or hit me," He hissed.

I looked at him, all curled up in pain. Ok, I felt guilty about kneeing his...ish. I offered my hand to help him up. He offered it and stood up slowly.

I looked away as I murmured, " S-sorry. I'll do anything to make it up to you... as long as it's not something pervy."

I peeked and saw a sexy smirk forming in his face.

" Anything?, " He asked, smirking. Oh god. What is he thinking now?

And what's worst, What have I agreed to?


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