CHAPTER 42

ANGELA'S POV:

"What do you think you're doing?" Noah's demanding voice boomed in the entire room.

Who does this man think he is? He's always demanding and authoritative! Doesn't he get tired?

"I asked you something, Angela! Don't test my patience!" He growled at me.

And I told you that I would make sure that you regretted your decision to marry me! I smirked, knowing that I was going to win this game.

I didn't reply and started placing my pillow and blanket on the couch. I told him to give me another room. But no, why would The Great Noah listen to me? Ha! No problem, Mr., I will sleep on the couch, but I will never share a bed with you, you jerk-head!

I was about to settle on the couch when suddenly Noah gripped my arm tightly and turned me around. My whole body was pressed against his.

I felt like my entire body had been set on fire. I felt like my knees were turning to jelly. I felt like I would fall to the ground at any moment. But thanks to Mr. Jerk-head, I was being held tightly against his body! What the hell is wrong with me? Why does my body behave so weirdly whenever this jerk-head is around?

Note to self: Angela, you need to visit the doctor first thing tomorrow!

"You are not sleeping on the couch!" Noah's voice brought me back to reality.

Ha! Like I am going to listen to you!

"I can, and I will!" I replied, looking straight into his eyes.

"On this couch?" He asked, pointing his index finger at the couch.

Of course, Mr. Smartypants, there is only one couch in this room.

I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.

"Of course!" I replied.

Suddenly he left me, turning around and walking toward the bed. I, too, turned around with a huge victory smile on my face. Ha! I win, Mr. Jerk-head!

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. I looked at Mr. Jerk-head. He was already walking toward the door. He opened the door, and two of his bodyguards entered the room and started walking towards me.

What the hell? Is this man planning to kill me!?

But the two men walked towards the couch, easily lifted it, and started taking it out of the room. I looked at them in disbelief, with my jaw nearly hitting the ground.

When they were finally out of the room, Mr. Jerk-head closed the door and looked at me, a devilish smirk plastered on his evil face.

But, damn, he looks hot!

Shut up, Angela! Are you out of your mind? The rational part of my brain retorted.

Mr. Jerk-head walked towards me and possessively picked me up in his arms, bridal style, and walked toward the bed. He then gently placed me on the bed and whispered in my ear:

"Now, my princess, if you even try to get up from this bed, I will handcuff you and make you sleep here."

Angela, this man can do anything to you. Just keep quiet and sleep! I don't want to be handcuffed.

I nodded my head slightly in agreement. He then slid beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. I finally sighed in defeat and rested my head on his chest. But, honestly, I felt safe and protected in his arms. I've definitely lost my mind!

He then kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to engulf me finally.