HIS FROZEN HEART MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND

One

                                    Alice

           I dropped the novel I was reading, frustrated. The words just kept flowing into each other and I couldn’t seem to concentrate. I grabbed a glass of wine beside me and drank. Wine helped cooled and relaxed my nerves and I was a really nervous person. It has been two months since my parents arranged my marriage to Liam Turner, my rich husband. Father had gotten into some mess in business and Liam’s family wanted to get him a wife, so I was the peace offering between two families that were at each other throat.

            I stared at the clock; eleven-fifty and Liam was not yet back. I sighed as thoughts of him invaded my head. All he had done since our marriage was eat, drink, have sex, yell at me and go away for a long time. He seems to hate me and I am scared of him.

            The front door pinged and Liam walked in looking handsome and tall as ever, his dark eyes met mine.

            “Welcome” I said as usual and as usual he ignored me and headed for the room. He stopped and turned.

            “Meet me in the room in two minutes” he growled and I gulped, again! Didn’t he ever get tired. I nodded and he walked away. I slowly followed and entered the room he was naked and I raised my eyes to the ceiling.

            “Strip” he commanded and I glanced at him shakily.

            “I…I” I said and he growled. 

             “You don’t want me to tear of that dress” he said and I shakily undid my buttons and as they fell to the floor I covered my breast in my arms. Liam scowled and in two strides, he grabbed me and flung me to the bed, wrenching my arms away from my breasts. I screamed and he scowled again.

              “Shut your mouth” he roared and Icowered. He grabbed my breasts and gave it a painful squeeze while I tried hard not to cry out but a whimper escaped my lips and he stopped squeezing he glared at me fiercely.

             “Open up” he nudged my legs and I gulped. I shook my head and he squeezed my breasts again and I shrieked.

              “Please” I begged but he ignored me and used his waist to spread my legs open. He tore my underwear away and pushed himself between my legs. Suddenly he stopped and rolled away. He looked furious with himself. 

               “Go” he said and I stared at him surprised. He didn’t do anything, this was the first time he didn’t take me right then. I nodded quietly and ran off, grateful that he didn’t do anything not that I didn’t enjoy it sometimes but he was merciless and rough and I had a feeling he does it on purpose. I hurriedly put on my clothes before he changed his mind and walked out to the guest room. He sat there drinking a glass of brandy. He turned when I walked in and scowled.

                  “I am sorry” I said and he stared at me like I was crazy.

                  “For what?” He rasped and I wringed my hands nervously.