Ezra's pov

I can hear my heart thumping in my chest. As I go oblivious to everything.

A warm sensation alerting each and every nerve in my body as my legs suddenly turn weak.

His lips exploring each and every corner. Claiming them as his and I could do nothing.

Not even knowing how to kiss him back.

He suddenly pulls back breathing heavily. To only whisper slowly to himself.

"So fuc*ing naive , aren't you a temptress?"

"Aar-"

And next I know. He attacks my neck next. Leaving small featherly kisses down my collarbone.

"Ahhh A-Aron..."

I couldn't stop myself. The world's slip on their own and he kisses more passionately. Attacking my shoulders.

"Yes. Say my name kitten. Say it again."

He urges me. And I bite my lip. Trying to stop myself. He knew, I was controlling myself. Yet he wanted to challenge me.

He continues to pin my wrists a bove my head with one hand ,to trail lower his another.

My chest heaves heavily, as I feel his taunting fingers slide down my back to rest on my hips.

"Don't-"

I warm but it was too late. Easily lifting my one thigh to wrap it around his torso. He effortlessly picks me up from the ground. Adjusting me on his frame.

"What are you-"

"Shh kitten."

He warns me, moving up again to kiss the corner of my lip. Playing with me.

" Just my name. Nothing else"

He orders, looking into my eyes and it felt like I was hypnotized. I look between his eyes opening and closing my mouth. To stutter. Unable to control myself.

"A...Aaron"

A smirk makes it's way on his lips.

"Now that's like a good girl"

And with this he steps back from the wall, that was supporting my back. A gasp leaving my lips when I found myself loosing my balance.

I automatically cross my legs around his torso and my arms lock behind his neck to stop myself from falling.

He doesn't let me though.

His other hand already behind my back to pull me more closer to him if possible.

And I found myself in his arms, straddling him.

He doesn't stop there, continuing to kiss my neck while kicking the door open to the bathroom. Taking me to his room.

I was too lost to realise what was happening.

His kisses playing with my senses. I felt a soft mattress under my back and that's when I realised, I was on his bed.

No..I was not ready...I have to stop him.

"Aaron?"

I say. Placing my palms on his face. Trying to stop him.

"Hmmm"

He barely says. His passionate kisses making me cross my thighs and arch my back.

"We...we can't Aaron. I.....um...I am not ready."

And then everything stills. His lips leave their claim on my neck. His hand moving up my thigh stops, except for his uneven breaths.

Which I could still feel hitting my neck.

Adjusting his weight on his elbows, he lifts himself up. Still hovering over me and I gulp. Repeating my words while avoiding his stare.

"Can...can we stop here?"

I ask. Looking at anything except his eyes. But the reply I got made my racing heart to drop.

"Why? Wasn't this why you were so adamant to marry me?"

"You wanted me to fuc* you. Didn't you?"

My widened eyes met his. To only see a smirk plastered on his face.

"I had a girlfriend earlier and you were afraid of what our family will think. But what's the problem now?"

"I ..just.... don't...know....I ...."

He scoffs to look at me in disbelief.

"You don't know what? How to fuc*?"

My eyes widen. How...how can he be so direct. And I blurt out in clarification.

"No! Not that! I...know..how it's done.....I just don't know how I feel"

He doesn't comment about the first part and I was thankful. His eyes searching for something in my eyes.

To suddenly move his hand up to caress my cheek. And I move my head to a side. Clenching my fist.

"This flushed face of yours"

Trailing his fingers further down to rub circles on my waist, he doesn't look down even once. Holding my stare.

"This churning in your stomach."

His fingers try to trail further lower and I close my thighs. Making him chuckle again.

"This wetness between your legs" . . .

"Don't fool yourself stupid girl. You want me so badly, that even you don't know it yourself."

I don't say anything , breathing heavily. Placing my palms on his chest.

And see seemed to stop right there.

Looking at my lips, to settle his eyes back on my anxious brown ones he speaks in conclusion.

"Fine. Your call. But remember."

Stepping back from me , he adjusts his shirt collar. Looking at me over his shoulder.

"Fuc* is the only thing I can give you in this relationship. Don't except anything else from me."

. . . With this he turns around. To only pick up the quilt and nearly throw it at me.

I grab onto it. Covering my body with it.

Looking at his retreating back.

I don't know how long I stayed there in his room. Looking at the closed door .

Just staring.

His last words repeating in my mind and I suddenly feel dread settle in me.

Why? Why did he say something like that?

So much detest. So much anger.

I have to get my answers and I will get it.

. . . I wake up to realise it was morning already. Turning around I find the bed beside me empty.

So he didn't return last night.

Sighing, I look up at the watch. There was still an hour till my classes.

Why don't I prepare some delicious breakfast for us?

Excited about it.

I push aside the quilt. To freshen up.

No one can resist food. Now can they? . . . . .

He was back from his morning run. Sweat glistering on his toned physique visible under the vest.

Busy on some call, when I place his shake in front of him.

He stops to look at me. To only ignore me. And I don't bother.

Going back to the kitchen to prepare his favourite Nutella crepes.

I was halfway when I see him storming inside the kitchen, showing me the glass of shake I kept in front of him.

"What's this?"

He asks, fuming. And I couldn't understand what his problem is. Shrugging my shoulders ,I furrow my brows to answer truthfully.

"Your protein shake? What else?"

"Have it. Freshen up and till then your breakfast will be ready. I am making your favourite Nutella Crepes."

He sighs. Running his hand through his hair to only hold the counter, breathing heavily.

Closing his eyes, like he was trying to control himself.

"Did I told you to make all this?"

He asks and I couldn't understand him anymore.

"You didn't. But I thought-"

"You thought huh? Stupid girl such as you even thinks. Wow I am surprised!"

"Why are you making it an issue Aaron. It's just breakfast-"

"Yes it is! It is just a breakfast. And I am fully capable to make it for myself okay!"

He screams. Coming closer to me. And I just blankly stare at him.

Stopping beside me, he shows me the glass of protein shake I made,to only turn it upside down. Emptying it in the basin.

"I don't fuc*ing need your interference in my life ever again Ezra."

"But-"

"Shhh not another word leaving your lips."

"You just listen. Don't speak and infuriate me with your stupid words and irritating voice."

Showing me his finger. He asks me to shut it.

"In this house,in no circumstances, I want you to touch or move anything from it's place."

"You are free to live here. Do whatever you want to for yourself. Make your food, decorate your room...fuc*ing even have a damn party here for all I care."

"But don't you dare touch anything that belongs to me. Or do anything....FOR ME. Understood?"

I just blankly stare at him. Why? Why such conditions.

Does he detest my touch that much.

How...can he?

I feel tears sting my eyes. But I control them. Lowering my gaze.

"I asked you something Ezra. Am I understood?"

"Y- Yes"

I barely stutter. But he wasn't satisfied with it.

Placing his finger on my chin, he jerks it up.

"Look at me and speak Ezra."

I gulp. The tears struggling for release.

Looking up into his grey eyes, I blink in acknowledgement.

"I understand."

"Good"

He nods. And just before a traitrous tear could fall down, I move aside from him. Rushing out of the kitchen.

To be only stopped by his voice, when I approach the threshold.

"And yes, one thing more."

Don't cry Ezra. Don't cry. Ignore his words. He is doing it intentionally.

He doesn't mean it..he just doesn't like to share his things... especially with you.

It has to be this.

"Do a job in that small school or work in a stripper club. I don't give a damn."

"Unless you don't come in the news and ruin my name with yours in any way."

" You are Ezra Reed now. My wife. Always remember it."

I barely nod. To rush out. Knowing if I speak something, my voice will quiver and he will know I was crying.

Missing steps of the stairs to run back to my room. I slam the door shut. Looking back at myself, in the mirror.

Regretting my decision already.

Was I wrong in persuing him?

Was all that attraction between us before marriage, nothing for him?

Was I really just a casual fling for him?

A girl he detests?

Will my Selfless love, be able to win his heart.

I was already having my doubts on it.

How am I gonna succeed in it?