Mr Ruthless Billionaire is my Husband

Chapter Five

The wedding finally came and it was small. When I mean small, I mean me, Richard, his grandfather, and Liza.

Karen and David did not attend as they were not in support of the marriage. I knew what I wanted and what I was after and so I had to do it.

I wore a simple white dress that Richard's team prepared. It was expensive, of course, including every other thing I wore.

My long, wavy hair was swept up in a high messy bun with small strands at the side of my face.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, we said our vows, in a very bored and emotionless manner.

I never thought I would get married that way.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the priest announced.

I wasn't expecting him to, but he leaned in and kissed me at the side of my mouth, close to my lips. I couldn't help but admire him in his clean-cut three piece suit.

He had a fresh out of the shower look, his hair visibly wet but perfectly styled.

Regal

“Congratulations, son,” his grandfather patted him on the back.

He smiled, holding my hand like his life depended on it.

“Congratulations Elysa, I'm so happy for you,” Liza squealed, pulling me in for a hug.

“Thank you, Liza,” I patted her back with a smile.

“You are welcome, I'll speak to Karen and David, I'm sure they come to understand,” she said.

“Not sure that will work, but thank you for attempting it,” I gently squeezed her hand.

Richard whispered to me that we needed to leave, and so I bade Liza goodbye.

While in the car, he opened a pack of cigarettes, ready to smoke.

“Can you not do that right now?” I complained.

“I will do whatever I want, Elysa, don't tell me what to do,” he warned.

A little shocked at his reply, I turned to face the window, staring at the view.

After a little while, the car stopped in a huge parking lot with other vehicles inside of it.

Richard didn't even wait for me. He just got out of the car and left.

It was a huge house, a perfect fit for couples in love who planned to have kids. It looked like it would have lots of rooms to spare.

But I wasn't excited. In fact, I dreaded my time there already. I would have to put up with his nasty behaviour for at least two years.

I took off my shoes and walked barefoot into the house.

I found my way to the bedroom area after getting lost several times.

I heard strange noises coming from one of the rooms. I was somewhat scared, so I went to check it out.

I immediately regretted what I found.

“Yes, oh yes,” a blonde woman moaned under him as he rammed into her, holding her neck and the headboard for support.

Gross.

He seemed so lost in it that he didn't notice me watching him from the door.

I left the scene fast, trying to find my own room. He had informed me earlier that we would sleep in separate bedrooms and for that I was quite grateful.

I finally found the room and locked myself inside. My heart beat so fast that I thought I would faint.

Who thought stumbling upon grown ass people having wild s*x was a pretty sight?

What did I expect from a playboy like him? Nothing but infidelity.

It wasn't any of my business anyway, I had other things to do to think about.

The day went by pretty slowly, I stayed in the room all day, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling.

There were clothes in the walk-in closet, and they were all in my size, including underwear. I blushed slightly at the thought of him picking my underwear.

I changed into a comfortable two-piece lounge set and just laid back in bed.

I heard a slight knock at the door, and I immediately sat upright.

“Come in,” I answered.

“Good evening, Mrs. Holmes, I'm Gisele, the housekeeper. Mr. Holmes asked me to take care of you, so I made dinner. Would you like me to bring it or will you eat at the table?” The older woman asked, speaking all at once.

I smiled briefly, remembering Karen.

Oh, how I missed them.

This woman seemed to be in her fifties, and she had some grey hairs as well.

She was stunning.

“Good evening, Gisele. Please call me, Elysa. It's nice to meet you, and I'll eat at the table, thank you,” I responded.

She smiled broadly and gestured for me to follow her.

“Is he home?” I asked her.

“No ma'am, he left for the office a while ago,” she answered.

“Oh, I see. Elysa, Gisele, what's for dinner?” I corrected her title slip and asked, trying to bring my mind back to reality.

I expected too much from him,thinking he would at least stay home and give me a tour or just stay home because we just got married.

“It's this German delicacy that he likes very much,” she smiled.

“Oh really, it looks so good though,” I sat down and began taking bites of it, “tastes amazing too,” I answered with a full mouth.

“Thank you, Elysa,” she smiled and went back to the kitchen.

I ate the rest of my food in silence and went to help Gisele clean before retiring to bed.

Richard had still not returned, and I still had a hard time accepting everything.

The whole system of things continued for days, and I tried to block it out of my senses.

He gave me credit cards, a new phone, and a laptop to do what I wanted with it, so at least I wasn't bored.

I decided to search for colleges that I could attend.

“You can not attend college, I don't want you to be everywhere. It's better you study at home, I'll bring the college to you,” he said one day, when I told him about attending college.

“Richard, stop being unreasonable, I can't do college at home. I might easily get distracted,” I told him.

“Whatever I say is final, I don't care about your distractions. You will study at home, and I will provide what you need, including your professors. So I suggest you drop it,” he responded coldly, dumping his mug in the kitchen sink and leaving.

But I refused to, I followed him.

“Hell no, you're not going to keep me trapped at home for God knows what reason. This was not part of our agreement. It wasn't in the contract to interfer in each other's lives-” he slammed the door shut immediately I got in.

“And what if I do? You are my goddamned wife, I can and will do whatever I want with you,” his voice is low and dangerous.

“Is that why you married me then? So you can control me? What on earth for? If this is how you planned to act after having that stupid wedding, then why do it?” I screamed back at him.

“How dare you scream at me? Are you crazy?” he asked. His tone immediately sent shivers down my spine, but I stood my ground.

“What did you expect from me? A quiet, meek girl that you can control? Stop f*****g playing and get your head screwed on straight because I won't let you treat me like trash. Got it?” my fingers pointed at him.

As I turned to leave, he grabbed my hand and smashed his lips onto mine.

I fought to break free from him but eventually succumbed to his rough kiss, my core throbbing hard.

“I wasn't expecting a meek woman, I expected the opposite and thankfully she just got unlocked,” he answered and continued kissing me roughly.

I kissed him back with all the fervour and all the desire that I had built inside.

In seconds, my clothes were off, my back pinned to his bed. The smell of hot sweat and my wetness envloped the room driving us crazier then we already were.

I moaned loudly as his hands played with my c**t and his mouth sucked my n*****s.

He stuck two fingers in and my back arched, a loud moan erupting from my throat.

“You're so wet and ready for my c**k,” he whispered.

“Yes, please,” I begged, moaning into his ear.

But he never planned on f*****g me, he simply got up and left the room.