Pregnant with the Senators Son

Monalisa's POV

I turned on the shower and let the warm water flow freely down my bare, tired body. I hope this helps! I hope this would aid to wash out the helplessness or should I say regret that I feel right now. I have been hiding in the bathroom for almost an hour. For a bride on her wedding night, that was at least thirty two minutes too long.

I, Monalisa Lucas just got married to a billionaire! A billionaire!

Was I supposed to be happy? Hell no! My new husband is from one of the most popular influential families in America and the heir to the Lucas empire. He is a freaking billionaire and I hate it. I hate billionaires.

My new husband?.. None of this seems real. This should be a dream and I pray to snap out of this nightmare sooner than later or I would end up losing my mind.

I had fantasized about standing at the altar beside him. I had dreamt of cooking him corn dogs and hot chilies - his favorite. I had imagined massaging his tired body each day he gets back from work and cuddle him to bed. But those dreams had gone up in flames because I ended up getting married to my worst enemy.

Now here I am, a twenty year old woman, embarking on a two year marriage of convenience with an annoying billionaire who only cares about his shares and sees marriage as a game. How absurd those words sounds.

I closed my eyes as the water poured freely on my skin. If only it could wash away the guilt and anger that I feel right now. Yes, I am so angry right now. I am angry at life for playing such a scary game at me. I am angry at myself for not being able to provide mum's hospital bill, if I had the huge amount of money the doctor had asked, I wouldn't have signed any contract with this jerk.

I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard someone banging.

"Hey! What are you doing inside?" Alexander hoarsed.

"Playing football" I snarled. Such a dumb question!

"That is not what I meant. You have been in there almost forever." He said, stating the obvious. " Can you get the hell out of there or I will be forced to break open the door"

Pervert. Thank goodness I had shut the bathroom door earlier, I don't trust him even a bit.

" You don't have to threaten me, I am coming out already" I hissed. I turned off the shower and wrapped the white towel around my breast region before stepping out from the bathroom. I unbolted the door and without uttering a word to him, I walked past him and sauntered over to my dressing table. I heard him bang the bathroom door behind him making me flinch.

What is his problem?

I ran my hand through the dressing table which was covered with different stuffs, creams, jewelleries. I really have to arrange my stuffs, probably tomorrow. Right now, I am so tired.

I rubbed some cream all over my body and slipped into my night wear. I let out a sigh of relief and laid down on the king sized bed. Three of my bed can't even measure up to this. I felt so much comfort as my skin came in contact with the bed. All of my life I have been laying on a bed which is just a few metres away from the ground, so uncomfortable and hard that I wake up almost every morning with pains all over my body.

But Alex bed is different. So soft, big, many metres above the ground. It felt so good!

I kept on rolling on the bed smiling and enjoying every moment of it. I didn't notice when Alex came out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing? Get off my bed now!" He roared making me flinch back in fear. I looked up to see him dressed in black pant and white singlet. Did he got changed in the bathroom?.

"Hey! Don't you dare yell at me, you almost scared me" I scowled, sitting up.

He shot me a hard stare. " Can you please get off my bed" He repeated, a bit calmly.

"No. I won't"

" What do you mean by you won't? This is my bed and I don't plan on sharing it with anyone, not even you."