Not tonight

"Are you crazy?!? I'm sorry but with all due respect Mr ummm...I don't know what your name is..." I stated trying to make sense of what I just heard.

"It's Hendrix...Jimmie Hendrix." He stated calmly like he didn't just drop a bombshell on me.

"Well, alright, Mr Jimmie, but why on earth would I marry you?!? I'm sorry but I won't." I declined politely trying to keep my voice as calm as possible.

"You think you have an option here?!? You do not get to decide." He said in a commanding tone.

"But..." He didn't even give me a chance to object further.

"I own you and you'll do exactly as I say. Get ready on Saturday, the dress will be sent over" and with that he vanished into the halls.

"So I'll marry that grumpy commanding thing?!? I get this feeling that this will be worse than my first marriage. *Sigh*"

***

It was Saturday morning, and everywhere was already buzzing with bridal music blasting over the speakers, and there I was standing at the front of the doors that led to the wedding hall with a bouquet in my hand in my wedding gown. I don't want to do this, but whenever I'm reminded of the conversation we had last night I couldn't help but want to.

"I don't think marriage is the right thing, sir, I'm sure you have a girlfriend...why not just... Why does it have to be me?" I asked, standing in front of the entrance to his room.

It was my first time entering his room but I had to, as desperate times require desperate measures.

"Because I chose you, I could have picked anyone to be my bride. Any lady would have jumped at the opportunity, so if I choose you, you should be happy. Do you know how much power comes along with being my wife?!? Won't you like to use that to your advantage and get revenge on those who did you wrong?" He stated while taking puffs of the smoke he had just lit. The room's full light wasn't on, everything was dim, and with the smoke, it was hard to see the expression he had.

I'd never thought of getting revenge, and even if I wanted to, why would I get help from this commanding arrogant man?

Is it right for me to marry a person for revenge?!?

Well, it's already too late to rethink that now, I'm already standing on the altar with vows being read out loud.

I thought it would be some kind of contract marriage, like the one I read in novels, but it was real. There were real-life guests, his grandfather and his friends. Amanda was the only one I was familiar with among them. There was a real officiator and we got married. Who knew I'd ever get married after all I went through with Ethan? But I loved him, so the marriage was at least bearable until I got pregnant. So, how am I to cope with being with a man whom I can hardly have a conversation with, without it leading to an argument or him trying to order me around?

Well, what's done is done.

We got married, and Amanda escorted me to my new room and left immediately. The room was lit with candles and decorated with different kinds of flowers all over. The mood was romantic, and that was when it struck me...we have to consummate the marriage!!!

How did I forget?!?

If there's a wedding, of course, there'll be a wedding night.

I turned around to leave the room and he was right there behind me.

"Where do you think you're going, wife?!?" He asked while smirking down at me.

"I...I...got thi...thirsty. I'll be right back" I answered while trying to escape his prying eyes.

"There's water right there by the bed stand." He stated while turning his attention from me to the bedside stand.

Dang it!! I should have made another excuse.

"Did I say water...I meant food...umm, no bathroom" I kept stuttering with different answers. There's no way he'll believe me at this point, even I wouldn't believe myself.

"We have food and a bathroom right here, so why are you trying to leave the room, wife? You're not trying to run from me, are you?!?" He doesn't have his eyes on me, now is my chance.

With all the speed I could gather, I made for the door, but were my legs too short? Because he was standing in-between me and the door in the blink of an eye.

"I...I....umm" my heart was thumping so loud there was no doubt he could hear it.

He carried me bridal style and took me to the bed. The next moment he was lying on top of me while pinning my hands down above my head.

"You belong to me, wife, there's no escaping me. Especially not tonight."