The Billionaire's Secretary Wife

-INDIGO-Do the dishes, lock the doors, close the curtains, fluff the pillows, sleep.I'm on the third step of my nightly routine, singing a Taylor Swift classic, when I hear loud knocking. I groan in frustration before dragging my feet to the door, I don't even look through the eye hole to check who the person is. I just open the door wide and shock is an understatement of my reaction."Marry me." Mr. Grey says in his serious demanding voice.My jaw drops wide and I immediately slam my door shut.That wasn't my boss asking me to marry him, right? It can't be. Mr. Grey would never drive downtown New York to see me, better yet ask me to marry him. That must've been a figment of my imagination."Indigo! Open the fucking door!" A voice booms from the other side of the door and I immediately jerk into action.It's really Mr. Grey.I open the door immediately, and he is real."Mr. Grey, you—"He pushes me aside and walks into my apartment like he owns the place. He stands in the middle of

-INDIGO-Mr. Grey is kissing me. Well, more like Mr. Grey kissed me. The kiss didn't last upto two seconds before he ended it. There's no wedding reception. Jax and Matilda are commanded to go home immediately the wedding ends.I'm left alone with Mr. Grey in his huge mansion. He sits on a chair in his living room, tapping on his phone as I stand a few feet away—still wearing my wedding dress—watching him."What now?" I ask awkwardly, and it's only then he turns to me."The second room upstairs by the left is yours. Mine is the one at the end of the hall. Your things were brought here during the wedding. If you're hungry, there are ingredients in the kitchen, make something. If you're not, sleep. I'm busy, don't disturb me." He says in a curt tone and I nod my head.Good to see he's the still the same Mr. Grey as last week.I take his directions and go to the room prepared for me. I see that most of my stuff are already here. I drop on my bed and it bounces as my gown flares.I stare

Chapter 6-INDIGO- Mr. Grey's hands are cold. Mr. Grey is awfully slow. Mr. Grey is dangerously handsome. These thoughts skip spinning in my head. He loosens the buttons of my shirt slowly, with his fingers grazing my almost see-through singlet. He takes time doing each of the buttons, and there are a lot of buttons. Is he feeling the same amount of heat I am feeling? If he is, his expression gives nothing away. As usual. He has the best control over his emotions I have ever seen. I'm sure not even the angels knows what is spinning inside that head of his. He's so unreadable. And it's annoying. Very very annoying. As he gets to the upper part of my shirt, I start to shiver. I'm tempted to moan at his slow touch but I control myself. His eyes still show nothing. Is he that unimpressed with my body? Not even a single groan or a breathless sigh. Wait a second, why am I even concerned about what he feels towards me? I shouldn't even be thinking like this. He's my empl

Chapter 8-INDIGO- Is it just me or has Mr. Grey become more cruel and grumpy than he used to be, before we got married? "Indigo, I'm not paying you to stare into space. Sort out the files faster!" My husband cuts into my thoughts with a sharp voice. Nope, it's not just me. Before we got married, he never use to order me around like some slave. He had some unspoken respect towards me. But now, all that is gone. I'm like some kind of errand girl to him all of a sudden. It's all 'Indigo, do this!' 'Indigo, do that!' 'Indigo!' 'Indigo!' 'Indigo!' Ugh! I'm starting to get sick and tired of my own name.I seriously have no idea what I'm doing. Mr. Grey just rang me up and told me to sort out files into his locker. His exact words were 'Indigo! Sort out these fines!' He didn't even tell me what order to do it in. Who the hell does that?! It's because I'm readily at his disposal. That must be the only reason why. "Yes, sir," I say respectfully in contrast to how I actually feel

Chapter 10-ROWAN-"Is it too early to file for a divorce?" I ask Jax in a serious tone.He laughs, probably thinking I'm joking. I wait it out for a few seconds before he calms down and realizes that I'm not joking. "Is being married that bad?" He asks, with humor laced in his tone."It's horrible." I say, gulping down half the contents of my glass and slamming it against the table in front of us, harshly. "She's everywhere. I wake up, she's there. I'm at work, she's there. I'm eating, she's there. I can't stand it! It's like she's a witch!" I growl in frustration and Jax chuckles.He thinks it's a joke. I'm starting to suspect Indigo of witchcraft. It's not normal to be everywhere, every single thing. Even when I don't see her, I think of her. Of her voice, of her face, of her body, of her eyes, of her everything. I'm losing it. My sanity. She's the cause of it all. We've only been married for two weeks and I'm fed up. How am I supposed to manage five months and two more weeks