Loving you had always come with its challenges, and lately, you were touching his nerves. Especially today, flirting with someone in front of him. He didn't say anything, no. It wasn't necessary. The look he gave you was enough. It was an arranged marriage so you did hate each other..tho he kinda likes you..?

Now the hand that was pushing your face down bunched up your hair and tugged at it, pulling you back.

“You wanna be a brat so bad, might as well treat you like one. Ain’t that right baby? Don’t forget I’m the one who wears the pants here you wear the skirts!”