Chapter 6

Trigger warning: Sexual contents ahead.

Lauren pov

“Oh that’s really nice…..but I’m afraid you can’t go.” She says slowly.

“Why? What do you mean i can’t go?” I frown.

“Well….. sir said to make sure you don’t leave the house ever unless he permits.” She answers carefully.

I laugh dryly. Unbelievable!

I know we had this conversation the day he came over about me not working. I hope he didn’t think I’d actually listen to him.

“That’s okay Grace, thank you” I say shortly.

I stand up, pick up my bag and walk to the door.

“Tell him I said he can not control me neither can he put a stop in my life. I have a business to run and I will run it. He should be able to get that.” I tell her before opening the door and walking out of the house.

The fucking audacity.

I continue walk before realizing that I don’t have a means to get to my store neither do I know where I am or how to get there.

I look around and find a man beside a Range Rover sport. I walk up to him without thinking and ask him to take me.

He hesitates but when I tell him I’m Andre’s wife, he immediately opens the car for me and drives off.

“That was relatively easy” I smile to myself.

I wonder what Andre is going to do when he finds out.

I push the thought to the back of my mind and just decide to enjoy the ride, have a great day and worry about it later.

I have to show him he can’t control me.

*************

There was so much work piled up for me at the office. I had meetings with my clients, had to restock some outfits that were out of stock and had been requested, had a strategy meeting with my staffs, took care of some customized outfits and by the time I was done with almost all of these, it was past 10pm almost 11pm.

All I had today was breakfast and lots of coffee. I’m exhausted at this point.

I pick up my bag, my phone and laptop bag and walk out of the store leaving my staffs to lock up. I realize my ride left immediately he dropped me off and I don’t have any one to take me home. So I call an Uber.

By the time I get home, it’s almost midnight. All I want to do is eat, bath and sleep but there’s a lot more waiting for me.

When I enter the house, it’s dark and quiet. Seems like everyone has gone to bed. I walk in the dark, using only the light illuminating from outside to make my way to the kitchen to get water and check for something to eat.

I get to the kitchen and immediately look for the light switch, before turning the light on. When I turn around, I find Andre sitting on the island stool and staring at me.

“Oh my!” I jump and put my hand on my chest obviously startled.

“You scared me. Why are you even sitting in the dark?” I ask trying to calm down from the heart attack I almost had.

“Where did you go?” He asks back in a low voice almost sounding like a growl.

I didn’t realize how angry he looked when I saw him because I was too busy being startled.

He’s furious.

“I went to work.” I say plainly trying to hide that I’m low key scared.

“What do you mean you went to work?” He asks again.

This time I say nothing.

“I’m asking you a question Lauren, I demand an answer Now!” He say lowly at first then yells the last sentence.

I flinch a little too scared to say anything.

“What do you mean you went to work?” He asks again quietly still staring at me like a ticking time bomb.

“What else do you want me to say? I have a business I run and I went there.” I reply finally finding my voice.

He slams his hands on the island table and jumps down from the stool, coming towards me.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I mutter repeatedly as I take a cautious step back leaning on the wall by the light switch.

“I specifically told you not to work anymore. I told you this and made it clear. So why did you disobey me?”

“Andre, you can’t just stop me from working. I started that business on my own from scratch, you can’t just tell me to quit now after all the effort I put into it.” I say slowly losing my cool.

“You didn’t have a tangible reason to stop me from working so I went to work. I wasn’t trying to disobey you but you can’t control me.” I finish breathing hard.

He slams his hands on the wall close to my face with so much force. I screamed and shut my eyes immediately at the force, dropping my bags to the ground as I take both hands and cover my ears shakily. I thought for a second that he was going to hit me and but a lot of fear in me.

I’ve never been a violent person and I despise violence and violent situations, so experiencing this first hand has left me cold.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU DISOBEY ME?” He yells so loudly I apply more pressure on my hands covering my ears.

“I CAN AND I WILL CONTROL YOU, BECAUSE I OWN YOU.SO WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING YOU LISTEN TO ME WITHOUT QUESTION” he finishes breathing loudly, his hands still on the wall, caging me.

“Do I make myself clear?” He asks looking at me intensely.

“No!” I reply stubbornly despite how scared I am. “That stupid agreement you made with my father was to marry me in return for your investment. There’s no where in the clause of your agreement that states that you will control me or treat my like shit neither is there a clause that states that I have to take orders from you.” I say with so much courage I didn’t think I could mutter at this point.

“I have given so much up by marrying you but one thing I will not tolerate or give up is my business. That’s mine and mine alone. If I decide to quit today, it’s going to be my decision and not because my “husband” asked me to.” I continue while pointing at him. I can tell he’s stunned but I’m focused on making my point and letting him know he can not boss me around.

“The fucking audacity to think that I will give up my life and business just because I’m married to you. Fuck you!” I finish, picking up my bags and walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs without looking at him.

I get to my room and close the door but it opens again before it completely shut and Andre walks in angrily and slams the door shut.

“I think it’s time I teach you some manners and show you that I’m not one to mess with.” He says walking towards me.

He grabs me roughly by my waist and kisses me forcefully, taking me by utter surprise.

I open my mouth to protest but he puts his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss and also trying to take off my pants.

I push him away and slap him hard. He looks up at me in shock.

“ what do you think you’re doing?” I ask moving away from him as quickly as I can.

It was when he placed his hands on his face it dawned on me that I just slapped one of the most ruthless billionaire in the country. My eyes widen at the realization as I scrambled on my bed trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“I’m so dead!” Is all that’s going through my head right now as tears begin to flow generously.

“ You’re going to regret all of this” was all he said before leaving my room and slamming the door.

I remain where I am, breathing heavily and trying to make sense of all that has happened within the 30 minutes since I got home.

It’s all too much to take in at this point so I just break down, clutching my pillow while I sob hard.

All I can think of is how much I hate my life right now, how my father has ruined my life, how scared I am, how exhausted I am, but most importantly, what he meant by “you’re going to regret all of this”.

I cry my heart out till I fall asleep.

Andre pov

She slapped me. She fucking slapped me.

That shit turned me on.

I laugh out. I’ve met women, lots of them but not once have I met any woman audacious enough to slap me. Not even my mother.

I so mad but I can’t help but be amused at how she went from being scared to yelling at me and then to slapping me.

“This is insane.” I laugh dryly.

“She’s definitely going to pay for this. She must learn whether she wants to or not.”

I pick up my phone and dial my assistant’s number. I give him some instructions on what I need him to do for me and also ask him to send a whore to me.

I’m too mad to work or sleep so I might as well just use that energy on some whore.

“What would she be like in bed?” I wonder to myself.

“ She seems so soft and frail but she maybe rough in bed or at least love hard sex.” I laugh at my thoughts, walking to my mini bar in the study to pour myself a drink.

I take a sip of the whiskey as I seat down to work before the whore gets here.

“I can’t believe I’m still sleeping with these whores when I married her for this.”

“Unbelievable!”

At this point I’m no longer mad that she disobeyed me, I’m just mad I haven’t fucked her since.

A text message interrupts my thoughts. The whore is here.

I gulped down my drink I walk to the door to welcome my guest, pulling her straight to my room.