really did convert his garden into a practice field for me. That's actually sweet of him.

It was evening when I started to practice after I came back from that weird interview. Why the hell is everyone so interested in our lives?

It's okay...I know our families are famous but they don't need to know each and every detail of our lives.

Sighing, I continued hitting the balls the bowling machine was throwing at me.

"Where are we going for honeymoon, Mrs Andrews?" That idiot's voice distracted me and I glanced up to see him leaning against the door leading inside the house.

Because of him I didn't realise that the bowling machine was still working and it threw another ball at me and thankfully, I stepped sideways at the right time as it hit the nets behind me.

I glared at him for that and smirking he came closer and turned off the machine. "So..." He drawled. "... Europe or America or Asia...where do you wanna go for the honeymoon?"

I guess that means he saw my interview.

I pulled off my helmet and placed it down on the ground along with my bat and walked closer to him. "Fuck off, it's all your fault."

And I was about to walk past him when he caught my wrist pulling me closer to him and he wrapped his hand around my waist. "I think Europe would be nice, don't you think? We can go to Paris, the city of love."

"You are delusional if you think I would go with you anywhere let alone a honeymoon."

"Why not?" His tone was extremely serious.

I gave him a weird look. "Are you serious? It's not a real marriage, Calix. We are not going on any honeymoon."

And that idiot pouted. "Why not? It would be nice. We can go wherever you want. I will pay for everything."

Sighing, I said softly, "Calix... it's not about the money and you know that." I was too tired to shout at him.

His gaze was calculating. "Hmm...are you tired, baby?"

"Umm...yeah, why?"

"Because you are not arguing with me and speaking very nicely.

"Maybe..."

He kept his hand around my waist, holding me closer to him. "Did you have dinner?"

"No. I was going to."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Are you going to cook? Aren't you tired too?"

A small smile touched his lips. "I might be tired but I can't let my wife stay hungry."

I playfully smacked his chest. "Shut up. We can order something instead."

"If you say so." And for a second, his gaze flickered down to my lips.

I gulped and tried stepping back only for him to tighten his hold around me. "Let me go. I need to take a shower, I am sweaty."

And he buried his nose in my neck. "But you smell nice to me, wife."

"You have lost your brain that's why, idiot."

He chuckled deeply against my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.

And I ended up saying, "Don't shave your beard though." Shit.

He finally loosened his hold around me and lifted his head. "You like it?" His face was beeming with excitement as if I gave him a huge compliment and as if me giving him a compliment is a huge thing.

I stepped back and rolled my eyes. "It just makes you look less of an Idiot. That's it."

"Admit that you are finding this hot."

"I don't know how you fit that much ego inside your tiny brain."

"Admit it, Al."

"Shut up." And I moved past him and started to walk back inside with him following behind me.

Before I could go inside, he shut the door and placed both his palms on it trapping me in between him and the door with my back to him. "Would you like to recreate our lovestory that you told the whole world?"

I slowly turned around. "You know that ends up with you getting slapped."

He lifted his hand his eyes zeroed on my lips as he ran his thumb over my lower lip sensually. "At least I will get to taste your lips, baby."

My breathing shallowed, my own eyes flickering to his plum, luscious lips. No, no, I shouldn't!

I slapped his hand away and his lips tilted up in a smirk before he licked his thumb, the same one with which he touched my lips. He licked it as if trying to get a taste of my lips.

I pushed him away with all my might making him stumble back and opening the door, I went inside and slammed it shut in his face.

What the hell is wrong with him?

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A heavy arm around my waist held me securely not letting me move and a warm, hard chest was pressed into my back. It felt so good and warm and cosy that I snuggled back into it.

A deep manly sigh was heard before a kiss was planted to the back of my head. "Are you awake, baby?"

My eyes snapped opened on hearing Calix's hoarse voice. What the fuck? Why am I even cuddling with this idiot?

"Why are you cuddling with me?" I was still sleepy so I didn't shout or raise my voice.

His warm breath tickled my ear. "Because you are my wife and you feel like home to me which makes me sleep better." And he pressed a kiss under my ear.

And my traitress heart had the audacity to skip several beats and butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

His words rendered me speechless. He can't possibly mean that, right? I can't be so special to him.

He slowly slid the tip of his nose down my ear. "Did you fell asleep? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"I am just wondering how much your brain is damaged." I replied in a dry tone. What I said was completely opposite of what I was thinking. My brain kept repeating his words over and over again and I kept feeling those butterflies which is so wrong.

He chuckled deeply. "Hmm...right. My record at school proves otherwise, I was a topper, my dear wife."

"I'm aware of that." I mumbled. "But who knows you cheated in the exams?"

That was not true. He was a nerd, he used to study but at the same time he had that bad boy personality which caused uncle to visit the principal on many occasions.

He lightly pinched my stomach. "You and I both know that isn't true. I used to study a lot unlike you."

I gasped and hit his arm that was around my waist. "How dare you! I was never interested in studies, my focus was on my cricket career. I didn't get the time to study properly but look where I am today unlike you."

"Unlike me? Baby, have you forgotten that I am a fucking billionaire?"

"Ha! You inherited your dad's company. I don't see any hard work."

"I worked hard for that!" He hissed. "Dad passed down the company to me because he thought I was capable of handling it. He could have given it to Maria or Austin but he chose me."

"First of all, Maria wasn't interested in being a CEO, she wanted to be a lawyer which she will be in a few months and Austin is not mature enough to handle the company."

"See? You admitted yourself that Austin isn't mature but I am."

Ugh. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

I could feel him smirking. "I won."

"This wasn't a game, idiot. Now leave me."

He tightened his hold around me and buried his face in my neck. "Couple of minutes more please."

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"Work can wait but I wouldn't get to hold my wife for the rest of my day."

There they were. Those fucking butterflies. Calix Hanzall Andrews was a smooth talker, he has always been one but right now his words were messing with me.

I somehow managed to force those butterflies to go back into their cage and tried to distract myself when my eyes fell on the bracelet he wore. The one I gave him.

I touched it gently with my finger, tracing the sentence that was written on it. YOU ARE AN IDIOT, CALIX.

And I bit my lips to stop myself from smiling. He wears that to work? What if people notice it? Doesn't he care about what they must be thinking?

"Does no one say anything about this?" I asked him as I tapped his bracelet.

"It's none of their fucking business and they know it won't end well for them if they say anything against me."

"So, you are that scary and rude CEO. I see."

"I am not rude to anyone at work, Althea. Only if they test my patience then they see the bad side of me. Overall, they all love me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now get off me, I need to go to the bathroom."

He groaned in protest but released me a moment later and without sparing him a look, I went inside the bathroom only then I was able to breath properly.

After I had showered and got dressed, I walked out of the bathroom to find him scrolling through his phone and trying not to stare at his bare torso, I started to brush my hair infront of the mirror and he walked inside the bathroom.

I placed the brush down and sighed and picked up my phone instead and ten minutes later, he walked out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist loosely and a shaving gel and a razor in his hand.

I frowned and kept my phone down. "Why are you shaving off your beard, idiot?"

"I grew the beard because I thought you will like it but you didn't admit to so yeah, I am shaving it off."

And he was about to touch the razor to his beard when I shouted. "Don't!" I mean he seriously looked smoking hot in it, he doesn't need to shave it off.

His lips tilted into a slight smirk. "Say that I am looking hot in it, Al and I won't shave it."

"You can fuck off, Calix. I am not boosting your ego." And I was about to leave the room when he backed me up against the door.

"Say it, Al or else I will never grow a beard again."

"I don't care." I shot him a glare.

He shrugged and was about to take out some shaving gel but I grabbed his hand. Aargh. I can't help it. I am a woman and he is a man, a hot man even though I hate him but I sometimes need something for my sore eyes.

It's not that he looks ugly in a clean shaven look but it's just that beard suits him more.

He leaned closer and kissed the tip of my nose. "Say it, baby."

I exhaled loudly. "Ugh, fine. Calix, don't shave your beard because...you look better in it."

He clicked his tongue and once again kissed the tip of my nose. "Nah, try saying hot and I might consider it."

I gritted my teeth. "Calix Fucking Andrews, you look hot in a beard. Now, happy?"

He grinned like a kid and kissed my forehead lingeringly. "Thank you, baby. I won't shave it now."

And rolling my eyes, I pushed him away.