Married To Mr Arrogant

Written by : Marvy Hyacinth

|†Alexa’s POV†|

“Oh my God, what did I just do?”

I buried my face in my palms while sitting on the floor.

I can’t believe I hit Jace.

I know he wasn’t right about what he said, but at the same time, he was right.

I’d certainly earn more if I worked with that rich jerk.

If I had known he was Jace’s role model, I’d have certainly told Jace about him and maybe accept his job offer.

Working as a maid was definitely not what I want, but at the same time I can’t work in an office like I’ve always wanted.

Like duh, who’d want to hire a Nineteen year old high school certificate holder?

I certainly loved daydreaming .

I raised up my head from my palms and wiped my tear away.

I darted my eyes here and there and finally let it stare at the thing I was looking for. It was only a few meters in front of me.

I crawled nearer to it and picked it up. I let my index finger run across the name inscribed on it.

Anderson Green.

The name was written on the card with a golden color, while the rest of the words on it were written in White.

The card’s background was dark, and it looked beautiful.

The card was made well, what am I saying? It was perfect.

Anyone who held it would spot the name first, because it was the only word written in gold and that made it stand out among the others.

I must have been such an idiot to throw it out at first, because holding it right now, I realized how beautiful and wonderful it was.

I looked towards the stairs and up above it.

Jace must be hurt, really hurt.

I’ve never hit him before, apart from the rare times I squeezed his shoulder, arm or feet.

I can’t do anything about that now. I’ve done what I did already and there was no clock that I could turn back its hand to go back to the past and stop myself from doing what I did.

The mirror was scratched, but I’d do everything in my power to make sure that crack didn’t turn into a big one and eventually break.

I went to my piggy bank and picked out three coins out of it, and zoomed off with the card in my hand.

I’ve decided that I’m going to take that jerk’s job offer if its still open, because like Jace said, I only thought of myself when I trashed the card.

I walked to the next street not very far from ours to get a telephone stand.

It’d have been easier to do this if only I had a cell phone.

(Authoress: why don’t you just take a loan then?)

“A loan?” I huffed.

Taking a loan ain’t easy as it sounds.

Even if I did want a loan, what property do I have to give as liability?

Who’s gonna stand in between me and the loan shark? Its not like I have anybody apart from Jace, that is.

I cleared my thoughts away from all those stuff as I saw the telephone stand some strides away from me.

I walked faster, because like they say, “the earlier the better” though… I think I might be somehow late.

I put in a coin and dialed the number on the card…

> “Hello, you’re now connected to Mr. Green’s office landline.”

I heard someone speak at the other end.

> “Hi, please may I speak to Mr. Anderson please? He gave me his business card and asked me to call him.” I said slowly. I needed to speak with him, so I’d have to be polite with whoever was at the other end.

> “Your name please.”

> “Alexa Banks.”

I bit my dry lips.

> “Please hold on.”

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“Oh my God. Oh my God.” The girl under me writhed as she came and as much as I didn’t want to release yet, her tight p**sy clamped on my d**k and I came with her.

“Use the bathroom downstairs.”

I rolled her off me and went to the bathroom in my room to wash off.

The s*x I just had was nothing to write home about. Who am I kidding? I can’t write my s*x experience to anyone back home. It would be embarrassing.

Sure, my family knew I already started drilling holes, I started since I was 16 actually, but writing to them about it would be stupid.

Back to the stuff I had just now.

The girl’s p**sy was loose already. Like tf! How many niggas did she f*ck already? I was practically swimming.

I helped her get an org*sm with my finger and d*ck, but I didn’t get any till she c**med.

I know I’m a man whore… I had no particular spec when it comes to my bedroom issue, but one thing I’d never do was take an ugly girl, or a red head to bed. Red heads could kill, I’m talking from experience. They were so wild during sex. If I had a red head on my first s*x experience, I’d have hated sex and never ventured into it again.

Virgins were also on my forbidden list.

Having s*x with a virgin was a no no for me because from what I heard and watched in movies, they were too clingy and I couldn’t have a one night stand tying me down just because I broke her blood. Again, it was much easier with non virgins. They knew how to get down

I’ve never used my tongue on any girl, I’ve probably had too many s*x escapades, but I had promised myself I’d save my tongue for the girl I’d call mine someday.

Stepping out of the bathroom with a bathrobe around me, I went to get a was of dollars in my drawer and went downstairs looking for the girl.

I found her on my sofa in the living room all dressed up.

I threw the money at her. I couldn’t care less. She was a wh*re by the way.

“There’s your money. Now leave.” I stared at her with an icy expression and she picked up the notes and left.

I went back up to my room (after locking the door) and at that moment, my phone rang.

“Who the heck could it be?” I groaned in frustration as I picked up the phone.

> “Hello sir.” I heard a sweet voice on the other line and immediately, I realized it was Becky, my secretary cum PA.

> “Yes Becky? Speak up.”

> “There’s a certain Alexa Banks trying to get on the line with you.”

> “Wait, did you say Alexa?” I asked trying to make sure.

> “Yes sir, she said you gave her your business card and asked her to call you.

> ” That’s right. I did. Forward her call to me.”

> “Alright sir.” Becky replied and soon enough, she forwarded Alexa’s call to me.

…

> “Meet me at the address I’ll send to my secretary, Becky.”

> “How am I going to get the address from your secretary?” Alexa bit her lower lip.

> “Go to my company and ask of my secretary.”

> “Won’t they chase me away? I mean not just anybody can walk into your company.

> ” Oh yeah, that’s true. I’ll send Becky a message through a mail and make her stand in front of the company to receive you herself. ”

> “Won’t that be stressing her?”

Alexa asked out of concern.

> “That’s what I fvcking pay her for.”

> “Alright then.”

Alexa said and hung up.

She looked at her clothes. She couldn’t go to Green Company looking like this. Anderson may have asked his secretary to escort her, but it’d be embarrassing still.

She slowly made her way back home.