My Billionaire Wife

Abrar Point of View

“Who comes to take a shower without bringing clothes?'” she repeated those words I told her in the morning her voice laced with mockery and again she busted into laughter.

“Like you, I’m not used to sharing my apartment with anyone,” I replied.

“Oh! So you roam around your flat, wearing a towel?” She joked.

“Well it is my apartment and I stay alone, you are the one invading my space so I can wear whatever I want i can decide to be naked if I want” I snapped at her, she was getting on my nerves.

“Fine, I won’t get your clothes stay there a while”

“Ok. It was my fault. Now, will you please move to your room for a few minutes? I’ll have to go to my room,”

“Fine! I’m going. But do remember this lesson. First, look at yourself before you taunt others,” she said.

I was going to learn this lesson until she was here. I waited for a few minutes and opened the door to peep outside. She was not at the dining table. I immediately walked out, wearing the towel, and rushed to my room. Releasing a deep sigh, I locked the door. Damn! It was so awful. I need to be more careful next time. Now, I’m sharing my apartment with someone, that too with a girl. My clothes were packed in a box as I didn’t have a closet in this room. I opened the cardboard box and took out a T-shirt and trousers.

After putting on clothes, I walked outside and saw Zoya sitting at the dining table. She was eating a slice of pizza and most of its portion was laying on the table. Maybe she had ordered it for a night snack. I was starving as I had barely eaten anything the whole day. I glanced at her and walked towards the kitchen.

“Listen,” she called me, filling her mouth with a big bite of pizza.

“Yeah,” I turned to her.

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I obeyed her and made my way to the table.

“Sit,” she orders, pointing to the couch.

“I’ll listen to you later. Let me make something first. I’m starving,” I said, declining her offer to sit down.

“I know. That’s why I’m asking you to sit”

She takes another bite as her lips are covered with melted cheese. She used her fingers to lick the cheese from her lips and again looked at me. Gosh, that was sexy.

“Sit,” She said again, a little rudely. I was so lost in looking at her that I couldn’t reply to anything and sat beside her.

“Take this,” she passed me a slice of pizza.

“That’s fine. I can make mine,” I immediately told her as she glared at me. Her eyes looked beautiful and scary at the same time.

“Do you think I have ordered such a huge pizza just for myself?” She asked.

“You ordered it for me too?” I asked, I was a little bit surprised as I did not expect her to do such a thing.

“Yeah,” she responded with a blank expression as she took another note of her pizza.

“You said you don’t eat lunch. I thought you must be hungry and it would take time to make something.” She said while finishing a slice.

“Thanks but don’t do it. Why will you waste your money after me?” I told her.

“Will you ask me for rent?” She raised her eyebrows.

“No!” I exclaimed, surprised by her question. That was just diabolical.

“Then don’t worry about my money and finish this,” she shot me another glare.

I examined the slice of pizza well. Throughout my life, with had only heard the name of pizza and saw how it looked like. I had neither touched it nor I had ever eaten it.

“What happened? Eat,” she urged.

“Okay”

She was so authoritative but I couldn’t help myself from obeying her. It just felt like a natural impulse.

I took a bite of the mouth-watering pizza and as soon as it entered my mouth, the melted cheese spread around my mouth. I couldn’t figure out how it happened when I carefully took the bite. It had covered my mouth completely and some fell on my t-shirt. Before I could understand and do anything, I heard another roll of laughter.

I immediately looked up and found her clicking my pictures on my phone. This girl’s crazy.

“Zoya!” I scolded her trying to grab the phone but she just pushed it out of my reach.

“Hey, Santa Claus,” she joked, taking more pictures of me. I was pissed at her actions. However, when I looked at her again, the way she was laughing she looked like an innocent girl, completely opposite of the rich, cunning, arrogant Zoya. I kept my pictures. She looked more attractive when she laughed, widening her lips. Damn! She had dimples whenever she smiled. I was discovering her better which I couldn’t do last night. She had so many details that I couldn’t finish noticing even if I stared at her the whole day.

“Don’t fall for me,” she said, my chain of thoughts broke and I drove my eyes away from her when she said that.

“What do you mean?”

“I said don’t fall for me, Mr. Abrar Zafar. She took a tissue paper and passed it to me. “You will regret it” she warned suddenly looking serious.

I took the tissue paper and wiped my face. Thinking about what I should tell her, my head started pounding. Did she just warn me? She had noticed that I was staring at her. But that didn’t mean I was falling for her. Why do all the beautiful girls think that every guy will fall for them? I was not from those guys.

“You must have your head stuck up in your ass, you are so full of yourself”

“I know. I was just warning you,” she giggled.

Falling for someone isn’t a crime. What was the big deal if I certainly fell for her? Why would I regret it? Despite having a lot of questions I preferred to keep quiet. When I thought about it deeply, I felt she was right at some point. She was the daughter of a rich businessman. Soon, she was gonna take over everything that her father owned.

She would be finding a rich guy for herself who could match her status. She was at my place with me for a short period.

“I got it, I told her. “I think eating a pizza isn’t a cup of tea for me,” I said to her, changing the topic.

“It’s just a pizza. I’m not asking you to fight a war. Finish this,”! She ordered.

“But that’s…,” I stuttered.

“You are impossible,” she passed me a blank look and lifted the slice. “Open your mouth,” she brought it near to my lips, making me uncomfortable. “Take a light and tender bite,” she instructed me.

Looking at her, I opened my mouth. I did the same as she said. This time the cheese spread less on my lips.

“Great. Now eat like this.” She passed me the slice of pizza and smiled. Not bad. Finally, I got to know why some people were crazy after pizza. I wanted to eat more. I took another bite. Flavors blasted inside my mouth every time I chewed and swallowed it.

“It’s tasty,” I beamed at her.

“Of course, it’s pizza. It will be tasty,” she rolled her eyes as it was not a new thing to hear. But for me it was new.

“I’m eating this for the first time. I half-smiled when she looked at me in disbelief.

“What ?” She exclaimed, looking at me.

“I can’t afford it,” I said with a tinge of shame

“It’s not that expensive,” she muttered.

“It can be. But I prefer saving even if it is a single penny.”

“Oh! Then I have an exclusive deal for you.” She said, gobbling the rest of the pizza.

“Another deal?” My eyes popped out and I left the pizza on the plate. I was scared of this deal. And when she came with her deal word it haunted me like hell. One of her terrible deals had messed up my life completely.

“Don’t be scared. This one is easy, she grinned.

“Like?” I raised my eyebrows.

“As I’m not paying you the rent, I’ll be sharing my food with you, ” she smiled.

“That’s not necessary, I told her. ” I can’t afford luxury food. That doesn’t mean I can’t afford anything to eat ”

“I’m not asking you, by the way,” she snapped like it was not up for discussion. Whenever I rejected her offer, she switched to the scary version of her.

I wondered how her boyfriend survived with her. He must have been afraid of her and broken up with her to save the rest of his life.

“Ok, fine,” I replied. I had no choice but to agree with her.

She shook her head in satisfaction and drank a glass of water.

“Don’t forget about the tortillas. If you don’t make it for dinner, I will make sure you sleep with an empty stomach,” she glared at me and went inside her room.

I was stunned. Actually, I had been used to get stunned by her behavior every time.

First, she fed me half of her pizza, being generous. Then she warned me that she would make me sleep with an empty stomach if I didn’t fulfill her craving. She was definitely having some split personality disorder.