Married To Mr Arrogant

Subtitle: Getting to know him

Written by: Marvy Hyacinth

“No, no.”

Alexa shook her head.

“Yes, yes.”

Anderson leaned behind the sofa Alexa was sitting on.

“Not today. Isn’t it too early?”

Alexa asked, the thought of her getting married that very day petrifying.

“It’s gonna be just a court marriage, the official one would come later.”

Anderson explained and Alexa Oed.

“But still, why so soon?”

“Because you asked for it?”

Anderson rolled his eyes at her.

“No, I did not!”

Alexa argued, but Anderson not wanting to argue because of his hurting head just agreed with her.

“OK.”

Anderson mumbled behind her and she turned her head to look at him, before turning and standing on the sofa, towering over him.

“Did you just say OK?”

Alexa shot him an angry look.

“Yes. So…?”

Anderson asked annoyingly as he looked up at her sheet-draped body.

“Dude, you’re fvcking not supposed to agree with me as easily as that!”

Alexa said half yelling, making Anderson huff.

“I’m having a headache for Heaven’s sake. Ain’t you having any?”

“Of course I am.”

Alexa answered.

“And you still have the power to yell?”

Anderson asked amazed.

“I guess so.”

Alexa bit down on her lower lip.

Anderson groaned at the sight of her biting her lower lip.

“Are you trying to make me hard and probably give mean fvck?”

“Huh?”

Alexa asked confused

“Cause it’s working.”

Anderson completed.

“I’m not trying to make you hard fool.”

Alexa shot at him and gently got off the sofa, moving slowly towards the door.

“Are you trying to go out of my room?”

Anderson asked, his brows arched.

“Not really.”

Alexa gave a nervous laugh. If there was something she wanted to avoid right now, it was a repeat of the mistake that happened last night.

Her p*ssy still hurt badly and she was sure something got torn alongside her hymen.

“I feel like you are.”

Anderson gave a stern look.

“Well, you’re nude… Go get some clothes on.”

Alexa yelled, running out as she talked.

Anderson watched the door slam behind her fast disappeared figure and sighed, walking to his bed. He picked up his phone from the table beside his bed and peered into it.

“Oh jeez.”

He let out, drawing the last word out as long as he could.

“I didn’t realize it was this late.”

He let out again.

“How long did I sleep for it to be 9. 42 now?”

He made to walk to the bathroom, but stepped on something and looked at it. It was Alexa’s bra.

He smirked and bent, picking it up. He hasn’t noticed, but her boobs were average, at least what her C – cup bra told him.

His dirty thoughts asked him to look around for her pantie and he devilishly gave into it. No sooner had he set his eyes to work, than he saw her pantie and bent to pick it with his other hand.

Caring is not about being called a pervert or not… He placed Alexa’s pantie nearer to his nose and inhaled the scent from the deepest part of her.

His lips curved into a smile. Her scent was so heavenly, that he wondered if she usually dipped a strawberry into her p*ssy to give it the scent it had.

But there was something he didn’t like… Her pantie was of lesser quality and so was her bra.

Though it was probably harsh to throw out the other undies, remembering their quality made him give himself a high five for throwing them out.

He hurriedly picked up the remaining discarded clothing from last night and placed them in the hamper together with Alexa’s bra and pantie before he ran into the shower.

Making a mental note to get her a lot of quality lingerie sets later, he willed his mind to not think about her, but doing that was so hard. I mean… Her p*ssy scent kept crawling back into his memory making him almost masturbate in the shower.

Alexa came inside the room some time and peeked inside thinking Anderson went out before stepping inside fully. She was looking for her pantie. Since Anderson decided to help her throw out her undies yesterday, she had no other pair.

After searching with no success, she decided to check the hamper and saw that Anderson had so GRACEFULLY (sarcasm intended) put them in there with the rest of the dirty clothes.

“What the heck am I gonna wear now? Surely I can’t stay wrapped up in a bedspread for the rest of the day.” She complained aloud.

“My clothes.”

“Huh?”

She turned back to look at who spoke and it was no other person than Anderson.

“I said my clothes. I can’t get you clothes right now because there are no clothing stores on this estate. I’ll get you some clothes and make-up later in April.”

Alexa looked at his wet body. His hair was dripping wet and the drops of water dripping down his chest made his biceps and chiseled 6 packs a lot hotter. She’d have explored further with her eyes, but he had a towel on.

“Like what you see?”

“Ughm… No… I don’t like anything.” She stuttered.

“It didn’t look like that a while ago.”

Anderson smirked.

Alexa didn’t wanna have this conversation, so she changed the topic as quickly as she could.

“Why do you think I’ll wear your clothes?”

“Ughm, nothing. You can stay wrapped up in a bedspread if that’s what you like better.”

Anderson offered.

“No. Just get me the clothes so I can go shower in my room.”

Alexa said.

Anderson walked past her and into his closet. Going through the clothes on each cabinet, he finally picked out a black tee and green shorts that didn’t size him anymore and got them off their hangers.

He stepped out into his room and was about to hand Alexa the clothes when it clicked to him. He quickly retracted his hands.

“Wait, shower in ‘your’ room?”

He asked and Alexa nodded.

“Which room is that?”

“The one above this floor.”

Alexa replied.

“And who said that’s your room?”

Anderson threw.

“Well, because no one stays there… I can pretty much stay there right?”

Alexa asked back.

“Raise your left hand and tell me what’s there.”

Anderson commanded.

“Ughm… The ring you slipped forcefully on my middle finger?”

Alexa answered. This was damn awkward.

“That ring shows that…?”

“It’s a band you forcefully put there?”

Alexa replied sarcastically and Anderson rushed towards her within some seconds and pinned her on the nearest wall.

“It shows you’re mine. Mine to have, mine to touch alone.”

Anderson breathed angrily on her neck.

Looking at her neck, his angry breaths turned into that of desire as he brought his lips down on it and licked it hungrily as if he owned it.

“Stop it!”