Married To Mr Arrogant

Subtitle: Getting to know him

Written by: Marvy Hyacinth

“Anderson!!!”

Alexa screamed out in pain as her eyes shot wide open.

Her scream frightened Anderson and still in his drunk state, he pulled out of her in confusion.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Anderson darted his eyes to his d*ck which had by now gone flaccid from shock and saw blood coated on it.

Unable to bring his brain to process what that was, he swiped his index finger on his d*ck, brought it to his eyes, and stared at it for a while before realization hit him.

The girl was a damn virgin!

“What did you fvcking do?”

Alexa writhed in pain under Anderson, reminding him she was still on his bed.

“Oh my goodness. What did I just do?!”

Anderson yelled at himself internally.

“Why does my vag*na hurt so bad?”

Alexa asked, still as drunk as she was earlier.

Normally, she would never use such a crude word alone, not to talk about saying it to someone else.

She felt pain in her vag*na, but she couldn’t wrap her head around what was causing it.

Anderson laid down beside her and moved the hair on her sweaty face away with his fingers.

“Shhh… It’s gonna be OK.”

He cooed softly into her ears and watched Alexa mumble something, her eyes closed before she drifted off to sleep.

“Nothing is gonna be OK!”

His mind screamed at him.

“You think I don’t know that?”

Anderson yelled back.

“Dude, you fvcking disciplined her!”

“I just realized that.”

Anderson sighed inside.

“How’re you…”

The tiny voice in his mind wanted to speak, but Anderson shut it off.

He made to stand up and go inside the bathroom to clean his blood-stained d*ck, but his drunk self fell on the sofa in the room before he could get into the bathroom.

Tired, he decided to just shut his senses off and have a good night’s rest. Eventually, he slept off.

… Next day …

|| 7. 30 Am||

_ P&P printing co _

“Dad!” Phoebe yelled stomping towards her Dad’s office.

“Sorry miss, you can’t go in now.”

The secretary to her Dad said, standing in her way.

“Get the fvck out bitch!”

Phoebe said and roughly pushed the secretary on the floor before walking over to her and into her Dad’s office.

“Dad!”

She yelled again standing in Greg’s face angrier than before.

Greg buried his face in his palms, sighed, and brought it back out.

“What’s it again Phoebe?”

He asked frustrated.

Earlier this morning before he arrived at work, Phoebe had kept on bugging him about Anderson at home.

Greg had to take out his phone and placed a call across to Simon, to at least give Phoebe some assurance, but it turned out that Simon had given Anderson permission to marry whomever he wanted to marry, and his choice was Alexa.

That upset Phoebe so much that she bugged him till he left the house more early than usual… And now she was here???

“What about the deal I asked you to strike between Green cosmetics and me?”

Phoebe asked fuming.

“I’ve not met with April yet.”

Greg replied gently.

“And why is that?!”

Phoebe yelled.

“Because I’ve been busy with ‘You and Anderson’. That is why!”

Greg yelled back softly.

“Well, I don’t see any effort you’ve put in that.”

Phoebe replied sarcastically.

“You know I’ve done a lot for you.”

“What’s so hard about Anderson then?”

“The guy’s human. He’s not some toy I could buy easily for you if I wanted to.”

Greg shot.

“Whatever. Just get me that contract with April, else I’ll bug you till you die untimely!”

Phoebe shot back and turned her back at him to leave.

“What did you just say?”

Greg asked shocked.

Phoebe flipped her hair and snapped her neck a bit to the side.

“What you just heard!”

And with that, she left.

Greg sank his head in his palms once more. This was how she paid him for being a good single father? He always sacrificed every damn thing to make her happy.

He sighed, swung his swivel chair to the back, and looked at other company buildings right outside.

{9. 15 Am}

≈ Anderson’s home ≈

Alexa moaned slightly as she moved her body on the bed from one side to another. The bed was so comfy.

“Wait, whose bed is this?”

She bit herself in her head.

She placed her palm on the bed and felt it. It had a silk bedspread on it. She owned no silk at home.

‘Was she on…?

No, it couldn’t be, right?

She was not on Anderson’s bed right?’

Slowly, she sat up and painfully forced her eyes open.

She looked up at the ceiling and felt a huge hammer drop down on her head.

Dammit!

She was having a very bad headache. She shut her eyes back and started recollecting the memories of yesterday.

She and Anderson had been in a heart-touching conversation, gulped down a bottle of alcohol, she remembered going to straddle him.

“Oh my God! I straddled him?”

She screamed in her head.

Hugging him when he started crying, his hand placed on her waist drawing her closer to him, the kiss, the neck nibbling.

“Oh no…”

Their flight up the stairs with her straddled against him as he humped into her, him undressing her when they got to his room.

“Geez, I allowed him to undress me?”

Alexa froze in horror.

She tried to recollect the rest that happened, but the memory was fuzzy and her aching head wasn’t helping matters.

She forcefully tore her eyes open and though it hurt her head more, she looked at her body.

“Oh. My. God!”

She exclaimed loudly and huddled the bedspread around her when she realized she was fully nude.

If she was nude on his bed, it meant…

“Oh no, let it not be true.” She prayed as she slowly slid her right palm down her body and over her p*ssy.

She held her breath before palming her p*ssy.

“Ouch!”

She yelped in pain and removed her palm from her p*ssy.

“Why does my p*ssy hurt as hell?”

She asked no one in particular as she prepared to go into panic mode.

Her brain told her to unwrap the sheets from her body and check if it was stained with blood. If it was, it’d explain why her p*ssy was hurting.

She did exactly what her brain advised and shifted away from where she was previously sitting. Looking right at the sheet, she went into full panic mode.

“Anderson!!!”

Anderson jumped off the couch by the side where he spent his night in fright. He slowly forced his eyes open and the first thing he saw was Alexa’s bloodthirsty eyes.

“What’s going on?”

He asked and held his head. It was no better than Alexa’s.

Grabbing the sheets and folding them around her, she took slow, dangerous steps towards Anderson who was sitting on the floor, holding his aching head with his hands.

Not minding the ache wanting to wreck her head, she stood in front of Anderson and when he looked up at her, she pulled him up by his hair.

“Ouch, that hurts.”

Anderson whined as he got on his feet.

“What’d you do that fo…”

Anderson didn’t get to finish his statement as Alexa swiped her two palms on his two cheeks, one after the other at the same time.

Anderson palmed his cheeks in both palms as his headache increased.

“Why did you hit me on my two cheeks?”

He asked, bringing his palms down.

Alexa raised her hand to slap him once more, but he held her hand before it could get to his cheeks, and satisfied he was focused on that hand, Alexa swatted his other cheek with her left palm.

“Ouch! what did I do to you early this morning?”

“You don’t know?”

Alexa asked as she slapped him again.

“I don’t. Stop hitting me.”

“You filthy bastard!”

Alexa cussed.

“Filthy bastard?”

Anderson asked confused.

“You gonna pretend you didn’t rape me last night?!”

Alexa yelled and hit him very hard on his bare chest as tears clouded her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks.

“Rape? I didn’t…”

He trailed off when his eyes mistakenly darted to his lower half and saw he was completely nude.

Spotting red splotches on his member, he gasped. It was true.

Slowly, his memory refreshed and everything that happened last night rushed like adrenaline into his mind.

He palmed his face and sighed before looking up.

“I’m sorry.”

He apologized.

“Sorry? Dude, you fucking took my virginity without permission yesterday. Will sorry restore it?”

Alexa yanked his ears as she spoke.

“No, but it wasn’t my fault. We both were under the influence of alcohol, and I didn’t even fvck you last night. When I realized you were a virgin, I pulled out and cooed you to sleep.”

“Stop giving me excuses! I was keeping my virginity for someone special.” Alexa said gently as tears raked down her cheeks once more.

“I’m sorry.”

Anderson apologized again.

“It’s not like you’re supposed to be a virgin at your age.” He muttered lowly.

“Dude, I’m heading 20!”

Alexa yelled.

“Alright, sorry.”

“Stop telling me sorry!”

Alexa yelled grumpily.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” Anderson asked soothingly.

“I don’t know. I kept my virginity for my wedding night, but now you stole it.”

Alexa sighed sadly and sank onto the couch.

“What if I get you married today…”

“What do you mean?”

Alexa arched her brows.

“… To me.”

Anderson completed.

“No, no. Don’t even think about it”

“Yes, yes. I’m already thinking about it”