"Women are complicated. Women are multifaceted. Not because women are crazy. But because people are crazy, and women happen to be people."
—Tavi Gevinson

"Everything went as per our plan today".
I come to a sudden stop right behind him.
What plan is he talking about?
It might be something related to his business, I try to ignore his words. But if I'm not wrong he particularly mentioned 'today' while speaking to whoever is on the other side of the line.
And today he was entirely busy with all this marriage commotion; So it can't be considered as his business plan.
I stand there trying to listen his next words, but they are all one word clipped responses. He is just listening and nodding whenever it's necessary without letting a proper sentence out of his mouth.
His back stiffens suddenly as if sensing a presence behind him. He turns swiftly still holding onto his phone near his ear. His stormy eyes meet mine and I'm taken aback by the fire in them. He looks at me like a volcano that's on the verge of erupting.
"I will call you back", he ends the call with just five words, still glaring at me like I'm some terrorist who was overhearing the nation's secrets.
"How long were you listening?", he asks
his lips stretched in a thin line and jaws ticking in uneasiness.
"Who were you talking with?", I cross my hands below my chest as I come up with a question of my own instead of answering him.
"That was not an answer to my question", his jaw clenches growing irritated by each passing second.
"It's not an answer to my question, either", I reply non-chalantly jutting my chin-up in a challenge.
I'm not going to bend to your will dear husband.
He fixes me with one of his famous dominant glare urging me to give-in, but I match his with my fiery one not stepping back.
He closes his eyes tightly while pinching his nose trying to control his anger. He exhales heavily before his eyes connects with mine.
"Work", he exhales.
"Uh-huh?", I raise my brow clearly not believing his words.
"Now tell me how much did you listen?", his shoulders tense once again as he tilts his head a little, waiting for my answer.
"Nothing", I reply turning my back to return into the room to get out of these heavy clothes and jewelleries.
"Where do you think you are going?", his hard edgy voice stops me.
I halt in my steps and without turning back to face him, I angle my face sideways so he can see my lips tilting up a little. I reply in a smug tone,
"Work".
As soon as my hand touches the door knob, I feel a harsh tug on my upper arms and next second, my back is pressed against the same door. I gasp seeing his face inch away from mine while his both hands are resting on the door beside my head, not allowing me to move.
"W...What are you doing?", my voice come out as a whisper inspite of trying my best not to show the nervousness on my face.
His head bend down a little to meet my eyes. There is a twinge of electricity in those gray hues as he stares down at me.
"I warned you before to never show your back in the middle of having conversations with me", his hot breath hits my face with every word that comes out of his mouth.
"There was nothing left to talk", I reply trying to shrink back a little into the door.
"You are not the one to decide that", he inches forward eliminating any space that was left before. "I will be the one who will decide whether the discussion is over or not".
My eyes blaze with fury hearing those words. Just who does he consider himself to decide when I should talk and when I should shut up.
"So, you are one of those male- chauvinist who wants a perfect wife, an obedient- accessory on your arms whom you can control all the times, huh?", I raise my voice ignoring the fire brewing in his eyes.
"Too bad, you made a wrong choice dear-husband", my lips tilt up in an obvious mockery.
"What did I tell you about being rude, sweetheart?".
He breathes in my face not a bit affected by my outburst. If anything he looks amused by my little speech.
"And speaking about my choice, I can bet blindly on my fucking existence that I made the best choice in choosing my wife", he stares at me without even blinking his eyes for a second, trapping me in his hot trance.
My breath catches caught in his suffocating attention. 'Is he really telling me the truth that I'm his best choice?', I mentally shake my head removing all those intrusive thoughts.
I'm damn sure he is trying to manipulate me into his trap of submission. By the time I come out of my hazy thoughts about him, he does something that halts my breathing.
He gently kisses my nose.
My mouth opens in disbelief. A weird sensation creeping up to my stomach. I lift my hand unconsciously and touch the spot he kissed still not believing that he did that.
I open my mouth to throw profanities at him or better yet punch and puncture his sinful lips which are curled up into a smirk now.
But before I could do anything I hear a click behind me and he gently pushes me back into the room still with that proud yet satisified grin of his.
"Now go and change sweetheart"
My mouth open widely my jaw metaphorically dropping to the ground. Just...just who does he think himself as?
Now he is going to dictate when I'm going to change and when I'm not.
"You bloody American.........", my words stop in the middle and I take a step back as the door shuts harshly on my face. His annoying smirk still playing on the back of my mind.
"Arggh...", I kick the door in irritation before changing my clothes.
"God, save my husband before I choke him to death one day"

I shift in my seat trying to relax my stiff muscles and my neck due to bending down from too long while reading my surgical oncology manual, this seat is too uncomfortable.
I stare at the infuriating, handsome jerk sitting across me. He has not lifted his head from past three hours typing furiously in his laptop. I take my time to study his intimidating features.
He’s in his usual black pants and white button-down that’s rolled to his elbows. He appears pensive and serious with whatever he is doing. His glasses sitting up on his nose, giving him a magnetic look.
His long, veiny fingers rest on the laptop with easy control. I can’t stop looking at his masculine hands.
His lips twitch a little as if sensing my eyes on him. I suddenly jerk back and concentrate on my book as if I didn't just check-him out so leisurely.
I can feel his eyes boring into my face, his hot gaze lingering on me. I just couldn't concentrate on my book with his gaze burning hole into my body, like he is going to tear my skin with just by his stare.
No, I didn't look up to verify he is staring at me. I could just feel it in my mind. My senses become alert on their own whenever he is near to me.
I shift back uncomfortable leaning against the headrest of the seat and placing the heavy book infront of my face in a futile attempt to cover my face from his gaze.
One minute, two, three pass but I can still feel his hot gaze on my skin. I slightly lower the damn heavy book and peek from behind it, but his hard, unwavering eyes are stuck on me.
I quickly raise my book, my skin heating from being caught red-handed.
God, why? Just why I'm behaving like a teen girl having her first crush.
I lift my shoulders and strengthen my back and push myself back into the seat while lifting by book to cover my heated face.
Fuck, these are going to be longest hours of my life.
A loud tortured groan erupts from back of his throat as if he his in some kind of physical pain before he speaks in his hardened dark voice.
"Are you on a mission to torture me, Mrs.Remington?"
I lower my book to place it on my lap and arch my right eyebrow slightly.
"What did I do now?"
He doesn't answer but his gaze is fixed on me. Wait a second, not on me though. He is staring at something below my face. I pause for a second and follow his gaze. My breath leaves my throat at the sight.
My shirt's second button is opened and it's giving him an amazing sight of the skin just above my chest.
I clutch the cloth tightly to my chest looking at his unapologetic face.
"I was rather enjoying the view"
He sounds dejected almost like a kid snatched of his fucking candy.
My internal temperature hikes up, though, and my heart thunders in the in my rib cage.
"Pervert".
I mutter under my breath my face burning hot as I shift uncomfortably under his hot scrutinizing eyes.
His eyes sparkle with a maddening obsession. If he appeared triumphant before he appears absolutely smug now.
"Oh, you will know how much of a pervert I can be for you Mrs. Remington."
"Shortly, very shortly"
His tone hold a conviction that make my belly flutter with anticipation and at the same time choke, at the challenge held in his tone.

Next update :-24/11/2023

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