"You should really stop laughing, Belle. It's already pissing me off" Rafael groans, annoyingly as I fight so hard not to laugh again. "I'm serious. Stop laughing" he repeated

"Okay, okay. I will try" I mumbled and sat down next to him on the blanket with him lying on his back, his one hand under his head and the other holding his book that he is reading.

I hugged my legs as the air hits my bare skin making me shiver. Now I am getting bored.

What should topic of a conversation should I start with this man. I know that he is not interested in most of the things so what should I tell him.

"Hey Rafael?"

"Hmm?"

"How many girls have you dated before?" I blurt out and Rafael suddenly let go of the book and it fell on his chest.

"Why would you like to know?" He questioned, with one eyebrow raised.

I just shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know...I just want to know"

Rafael shook his head and turn away from me "Its better if you don't know, Belle. Its in the past and it will stay in the past." He said, straightly.

Oh...

"O-okay" I murmured. I guess he hates talking about those ex of his. I wonder how many they are.

I remember the party at his family. The woman with Roberto. She held something that made Rafael uncomfortable with her around. And I can see that something is wrong with the two of them.

Whats her name again?

Marissa?

"Erm...Rafael?" I called once again as I figure out what to ask. Since it's bothering me for a while.

"What?" He asked, not facing me.

"W-why did you ask me as your wife? There are lots and lots of woman out there with beauty, the brain and the experience of rich life. Why me? Why someone you bought from the auctio?" I kept on mumbling. I didn't notice that Rafael is staring at me.

His eyes are searching for questions. Maybe he is thinking that I sound and look retarded by now for asking those all of the sudden.

"Do you really want to know?"

I nod my head and cross sitting while playing with my fingers "Yeah?"

Rafael sigh before answering as he sat up straight, placing his book down on the side "It's not really my intention to pick you. It only happens that you caught my attention immediately." He explained first "When I was thinking of the company, I really wanted to get it no matter what it takes. Getting married is not what I planned. But when my brother suggested to get a wife, I need a wife that will pretend and who won't fall in love with me."

Who won't fall in love

"So when I filed for divorce, it will be easy for the both of us. No strings attached...no love included. I trust you not to fall for me. Because I hate me falling in love, it is just a waste of my time . I am a cold man who plans to be alone forever. Love is out of my list and I don't do romance. Its just a waste of time."

Oh my God...

What does he mean by that?

"And you trust me enough not to fall for you" I came up with an idea and not be too obvious.

Rafael stared at me, his eyes, features are cold and blank like the man I saw at the auction.

The real him.

A scuffed left him, "You married me for money, Belle. That is the real reason why you agreed, right? You need money for you to live and survive. And once you had that money, you will leave me alone. You are an entertainer, Belle. You should have to be used to it" he told me, seriously. "So, any more questions, my wife?"

I felt dumbfounded. I don't know what to say.

Hurt and pain.

Thats what I felt. Rafael still thinks of me that way? A gold digger? Yes, I married him for money but I thought there is something already going on between us after all of these things we have been through. I thought...

I thought... he likes me.

But I was wrong. What would I expect from a man like him? Whose heart is filled with hatred and revenge. I can't like and deal with a man like that.

Being with someone is the least he wanted. But all he need is to love. And all of his hatred will be gone. He is a man who thinks like that. He thought he doesn't need love but he needs someone who will take care of him.

No one can live alone.

His words hit me. Like a pointed arrow that pains my heart. I don't know why but I am not sure if I like him or not.

No!!! I don't love him! I can't love too, right? I can't love him.

Because he doesn't know how to love back.

He hates it.

And I don't know I can change that.

You can't change someone.

God, this is making my mind go crazy!! !

"I -I am...I will..um...s-swim again. Yeah, I will just go for a swim." my voice cracked and didn't wait any more answers because I ran out to the beach without turning back. But I can feel his gaze behind me, burning my back.

I need to cool my head first.

I can do this...

Inhale...

Exhale...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You cheated!" I accused Rafael after we play chess and he defeated me. He really was great to be honest. I can't even make a move!

Rafael laughed at my reaction as he changed his sitting position from the sofa. It's 11 in the evening and we still aren't sleepy from the fun day we had. I still haven't change my clothes yet because after our swimming earlier.

"Why don't you take a shower, first?" Rafael told me as he sat back down on the huge couch and he tried to relax. "I'll have one after you"

I just nod my head and head towards the bedroom where the bathroom is. I grab a towel and locked the bedroom door so I can bath with a piece of mind without worry.

I put the shower on warm and took all of my beach clothes off. I just want to sleep and forget this ever happened.

Damn it, why is Rafael's words still bothers me?

Like I aways say, I am not expecting that this marriage will work and Rafael will fall for me in the future.

I am not in love with him!!!

My body quickly felt hot when the thought rings in my mind causing me to let out a ear piercing shriek that I think that only me can hear. Good thing I locked the bedroom door or else Rafael might barge in all of a sudden and caught me naked.

"Belle? Is everything alright in there?" my eyes widen hearing Rafael knock on the bathroom door. How did he got in here? "Why did you scream?" There is a hint of worriness –wait, what???

"N-no! Everything is fine. I just...um...fell on my ass. The floor is kinda slippery " I lied, hugging my turso "I locked the bedroom, how did you get in?"

It took seconds before he answered "I broke the lock. I thought something bad happened to you so I hurried to come here"

He broke the lock??? "Are you insane?"

"Insane? My wife screamed and I thought someone attacked you in there. Is that what you call being insane, babe?" There is a slight of sarcasm in his tone.

Stop acting like you care , you can't do things like this if you don't so romance, Rafael.

"Nothing is wrong. Don't worry" I mumbled then heard a soft okay outside and then I took my chance to dry myself and get out. I went to my luggage back and I remembered....

These are all sexy night wears.

Fuck.

I examined my luggage and looked for some less reveling lingerie. Then I noticed a sexy pair lacy black singlet and lacy booty shorts.

Can i do this?

Yes, I can.

I jump on the large comfy bed and covered my legs with the blanket. I still am not sleepy but my body is giving up. I want to enjoy the moments while I am still in this paradise with my husband but I don't think I can anymore.

Knowing Rafael's intentions and what he still thinks of me like a gold digger is still there. Well, I did agree on this deal because of the money he is going to give me but there is a reason why I need that money.

But how can I love someone who doesn't even know how to lo~

Did I just say love???

No!

Take that in your thick skull, Isabelle! You can't love and so does Rafael!

Shit, this is not love because I don't know the meaning of that word. Never felt before so this could not be it! We are just...friends? Is that it?

We are married but friends?

That is kinda confusing.

But then I heard the door opened, and in pretended to be asleep already. I heard his footsteps coming near and then I felt him got over the bed, took the blanket and covered my body up to my chest.

"Sweet dreams, Belle" he whispered then got off and went to the bathroom and I heard the shower running.

Sweet dreams

Yeah, sweet dreams...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, I woke up not alone on the bed. Rafael is still asleep beside me, his face is slightly tilted to my side and I can hear his soft breathing. This is the first time I slept next to a man.

Rafael looks so peaceful when he is asleep. Look at those long black lashes, his soft white skin, not a single scar or pimple marks in there. This man is so perfect. Imagine, finished his studies, intelligent, successful business, a billionaire, and had everything easy.

All he need is a perfect family.

And I can't give him that.

Wait, where did that came from? I quickly sat up and search for some clock or something that I can know what the time is.

But I felt Rafael stir on my side and a slight groan came from him "Belle? It's too early to wake up. Go back to sleep" his damn sexy morning voice.

"I-I know but ~Hey!" He grab my arm suddenly, pulling me back and placing me in his arms. My back against his chest and his arms around me.

The sensation and the feeling of him this close is making me out of breathe. I can't. Stop making me feel like this, Rafael. Stop it.

"Calm down, Belle. Your shaking too much. I won't hurt you, idiot" he whispered at my ear. I can feel his lips moving at my earlobe!

Calm down, Belle. You are thinking too much.

I muttered a little prayer to calm down and felt a little relaxed than earlier. "What has gotten into you? You barely talk to me last night, you screamed in the bathroom, fell asleep earlier than you usually sleep. Are you okay?"

I quickly nod my head and faced him "I am just a little bothered last night. I...I forgot to give Catalina some money before we left" lies, lies, lies, Belle. Keep it up.

Rafael frowned "You visit her trice in one week. Don't tell me you still forgot to give her"

A weak laugh escaped from me "Y-yeah. I just hope Catalina is still haven't kick out yet"

"Well it's better if she got kicked out"

"E-excuse me?"

Rafael closed his eyes and let out a sigh "So I can give her a house or a better apartment than that shitty apartment " he finished, relaxing his head on the soft pillow.

"You don't have to do that" I told him.

"Yeah? Why?" He looked at me.

I got out from his hold and raised myself using one elbow to look at him "Because..."

"Because?"

I got nothing. "Just because. So don't question me. We started in that place and we will rot in there together"

Rafael sigh and leaned his face closer to me "And I will make sure that it won't happen. No wife of mine will rot in a shitty place like that"

"I will be your ex wife soon so don't tell me things that you won't keep" I snapped at him, causing him to stare back at me in the eyes "You didn't start rough in life like what we normal people got used to , Rafael. So don't fucking call any thing ugly or cheap shitty. Cause, that shitty apartment gave me a home when I don't have one for your information" I told him, and leaving him alone on the bed and also his room.

I am so pissed of him right now. I hate it when people talks to me like shit. Great, now I keep on saying that word. He will leave me soon so there is no need for him to take care of me. I hate it when people try to controlling my life. I fucking hate it. I am not a toy that anything he wants to give, dress and act the way he need like he always do. If he can do that to his other girls or should I say...toys well sorry to burst his bubble bur I am not.

I quickly grab a cigarette stick that I seen in the living room that I think Rafael bought one last night. I light it up and went outside not caring if I am only wearing like this. Sexy night wear, messy hair and barefoot.

While I was smoking, I saw a man again behind those plants beneath us. Damn it, when will this gonna end?

I gave the camera a smirk then raised my hand and gave them the middle finger before going back inside. I sat down on the couch with one leg under me and continue on smoking.

"Are you hungry?" I heard Rafael came out, wearing a white tank top and black boxers.

"No" I answered, puffing out some smoke.

Rafael walk towards me and in a swift, he took the cigerette from me and throwing it away "Hey dude, what is your problem?!" I stood up and glared at him. He is really making me so angry right now.

"Smoking can ruin your life, Belle. It is not good" he calmly told me and started walking towards the kitchen.

I laughed sarcastically "Jeez, thanks, Mr. Smarty pants. Of course, I know that. My life is already ruined, remember? "

"Not as ruined as mine, Belle. So shut your immature mouth and just listen to me" he stated, without even glancing at me. "What has gotten into you?"

I ran my hands through my hair and put my hand on my waist "Nothing that concerns you" I muttered, sitting my ass back on couch.

"Okay then" he said and started to cook for our meal.

Seriously, what has gotten into me? Just because of yesterday and I am behaving like a spoiled little girl who is gathering some attention. I need to pull myself together. This is not me.

I am not affected by his words.

I am not a gold digger

I am not his toy

I am not immature.

And I am surely not and should not love a man like him.