The Forced Bride Of Rodriguez

Aaron got up and walked around the table towards her while she was still sitting as if glued to her seat. He bent towards her, one hand on the table and the other holding her chin so that their eyes were level. "Listen to me very clearly, Mrs. Livia Aaron Rodriguez, you are my wife now. So you can only think of me, talk to me, smile at me, look at me, and be around me only. You will do what I say." "I am not your slave." Ignoring her protest, he continued, "And if you are feeling needy and want to sleep with a man so much, then don't worry, just come to me and I promise you, I'll give you the best physical pleasure in this world. After all, I'm quite experienced in the physical pleasure department." "Bastard!" she slapped his hand away, but Aaron caught her mouth and kissed her hard... A cold and arrogantly ruthless CEO by day and a playboy by night, that's how newspapers and magazines always portray the young billionaire Aaron Rodriguez. But how much of the truth do these rumors hold? Is he really that kind of person? Or is there a different side to him? Livia is going to find out soon...