I take off my white wedding dress and toss it onto the bed. Signing, I turn in the bath and lay in it.

Two hours ago me and my husband or rather enemy got married. It was the wonderful day of my life-no it wasn't.

My father basically sold me off to him like I'm nothing. And like the a$$hole he is, he left me at the alter after the ceremony had ended.

But to mention, he was handsome but arrogant. Maybe he could put some kindness in himself but apparently that's impossible.

Closing my eyes in the relaxing bath, forgetting about Zephyr. I enjoy the bath. That was until I heard a door slam.

I groan, knowing exactly who it was. Then someone had barged I to the bathroom.

My eyes flew open and I was glad the bubbles had covered my body.

Zephyr was standing there,his chest heaving and his eyes dark. I glared at him, "The hell are you doing here?! I yelled.

His eyes just traveled my face, stopping at my lips. He began undressing himself and my eyes widened. "What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"Claiming what's mine." he said for the first time he's come here. He stepped into the bath with me and pulled me on top of him.

"Even though I hate you so much, you are my wife, meaning I'm the only person who gets to see you like this." he gripped my chin.

And gosh we was so god to look at closely.