Married to A Billionaire novel Chapter 2

REHAN'S POV

"Get the fuck out of my office."

I spoke calmly, spinning the paper weight over the table.

"S-Sir...I need this job."

He again repeated the same sentence more like after sixteenth time.

I blow out a small amount of air and tilted my head towards him. His face was all restless with heavy amount of sweats. My eyes went over his trembling fingers which were gripping some documents.

"You want this job? THEN WHY THE F*CK YOU TOOK LEAVE FOR THREE DAYS WITHOUT PROVIDING ANY INFORMATION?" I asked still trying to calm my temper as much as possible but all this bastard do was to hang his head low.

F*ck this shit.

"LEAVE NOW."

"Sir, my wife was sick, I-I.."

My lips broke into faint smirk. So this f*ucking bastard choose his wife health's over his job? Great! Another reason that why he don't deserve to work in my company.

"Now you have two option either get the f*ck out of here or wait to watch how I make sure that no company will ever hire you."

His face became paler and without saying anything next, he walked out. I pushed the paper weight from the table and next it lied scattered pieces of glass on the tilted floor.

"Sir, do you need a little distraction?"

Tara, my secretory asked entering inside and closing the door behind her. She walked to me and stood in between my legs. I raised my eyebrows but she leaned closer and loosened my tie with her perfectly manicured fingers.

Who am I complaining? She's one hell of sexy distraction. She very well knows how to make my mind blank with her f*ckable body.

Licking her lips, she pulled her top over her head. I smirked and smashed our lips together. She let out a moan as our tongue collide. Lust was at it's best on me when she pushed her body more closer to my chest.

"Dude I am warning you if you don't stop f*cking her then one day you're gonna end up having STD."

I clenched my teeth as I heard the door getting open and hearing the familiar voice. Tara quickly maintained a breathable distance with me and glared Vishal who was looking at her in disgust.

I rolled my eyes and leaned more into the leather chair, pressing my fingers over my forehead.

This Vishal has worst timing.

Tara put her top back and started walking towards the door, throwing draggers at him all along the way.

"Hey Asshole."

"Oh Hey back, miss STD transmitter."

Once Tara went out, he grabbed a seat across the table and started wriggling his eyebrow.

"Why are you here? Don't you have a work in your hospital?" I asked slightly irritated with his stupid behavior. He rolled his eyes and leaned forward only to pinch my cheeks.

"VISHAL, I DARE YOU TO DO SOMETHING IMMATURE LIKE THAT AGAIN AND TRUST ME, NEXT YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF IN THE HOSPITAL BED."

He sighed and pulled a blank face. I clenched my fists in frustration. What the hell is wrong with me? Why this sudden pathetic mood swing?

"I've found a bride for you."

I chocked on my saliva at his words. What the hell?

"Before you kick me out of your cabin, just hear me out, okay?" He said in panic and passed me an innocent look. I nodded hesitantly and that's when he smiled from ear to ear.

"Rehan you've promised me that you'll do anything if I ask. So today I am asking you to marry someone of my choice. Please only for my happiness, agree to this marriage." He explained in one breath and looked everywhere but me.

"You will destroy that woman's life."

I stated.

"She's not any ordinary Woman. She has a heart of gold and believe me Rehan, one day you'll thank me for arranging your marriage with her." He exclaimed happily.

I had an urge to laugh at his stupidity. I might end up marrying someone of his choice but not even my wife will be able to bring the change in me.

Vishal is my friend but still there are many secrets to which he is unaware. If only he had known everything then definitely he would have never tried to set up my wedding with anyone. A person like me don't deserve any of this.

I had done those terrible things which were hard to forget. That pain, that guilt, that agony was not something to forget. They had trapped my heart.

The woman with the heart of gold also would never be able to mend my broken soul.

"Look at yourself Rehan. You're most eligible bachelor blessed with perfect look and all the riches. Any woman would die to marry you but still at the age of twenty seven, you're single. But isn't like I am complaining, I am actually glad that you are single because if anyone deserves to be your wife then it's Mayra, only her."

You're not getting Vishal. In reality no one deserves to be the wife of a fucking Nightmare.