Chapter 50 – That’s How You Become Strong…|Members Only| Billionaire’s Baby Runaway
Chapter 50
Alexa
He smirks as for sure I have the lunatic spark flashing in my eyes at him.
I shut my eyes and drop my head, take a deep breath and exhale without looking back at him.
“Honey? Don’t take it too personal, as I get your feelings after all that happened since I left to Japan and during all this month, and I’m sorry again for putting you through all this because of me. But….” I tilt my frowned and crazy stare with flaring nostrils at him. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE BATHROOM! RIGHT NOW!” I launch myself on him and kick his ass out of the bathroom.
Well, in the sense I turn him around by force and kick his ass with my right foot to push him out of the bathroom, slamming and locking the door at his back in fast moves before he’s able to turn around and force himself back. The fucker is laughing some.
“You’re crazy, honey! Ha-ha! Baby! Open the door.” He’s wanting to open the door, but it’s locked.
I’m mimicking him on my side of the door. I’m crazy, yes. Do you guys think that after a life like mine you remain completely sane, huh? Think again. Ha-ha!
“Go and fetch some clothes for me and stop with this! Order some food! Anything is fine! I’ll eat at the table wherever you have it! I need to sit on a fucking chair to eat properly! Knock it off and do as I say before I show you my balls again! I don’t take orders from no one! You either do as I say, or I’ll fuck the soul out of you! Mark my words, fucker!”
I’m cursing him under my lips, inflamed in my all to have this with a “husband” when I didn’t even want a male around me in any type of scenario. I’m used to having my own space and people around me to back off when I’m in my private moments whatever those might be.
But now I have Mr. Danger here, who’s right on acting some things, especially now after what he had with me, but still, this is me, and I can’t change myself, for anyone and anything. It’s fucking imprinted in me. And he needs to deal with it, or we’ll have a monster problem and scandal. Oh yeah!
“Honey? You promise on the fucking the soul out of me? I badly need that…. Ha-ha!”
What the fuck is he saying?
I’m frowning in ignorance at the fucking door, twisting my head, not putting the pieces together, but when I do have the clarity of his words, my breathing halts and my eyes pop in a killing spree, having the urge to open the fucking door and beat the shit out of him!
But I refrain in opening the fucking door and getting into the trap he might set with that.
“DON’T MAKE ME HAVE A DIVORCE FROM YOUR FUCKING ASS! NO MATTER HOW SOLID THAT MARRIAGE CONTRACT IS, I’LL FUCK IT AND FIND A WAY TO ANNULE IT! This bastard….”
