Chapter 2

I sat down lifelessly on the sofa. I'd lost count but I think I heard myself sigh...a lot. I was so bored it wasn't even funny. This is why I hated my life. No. Not my life, my insufferable, arrogant, asshole of a husband. I took a deep breath my mind running to our previous conversation. I couldn't believe he would keep me trapped in this marriage when he clearly didn't want it either!

There was a limit to stupidity. Clearly, his had no bounds! I continued to mutter under my breath. I rose from the couch in anger. Every time I thought of that man I would get all worked up. I hated him.

I walked over to the kitchen, not for any particular reason. Pacing back and forth trying to calm myself my eyes landed on a stack of files on the counter. I knew that Brad never left his files out here; they were always in his office or his room. Yes his room, we never lay in the same bed.

I picked them up and well... being a wonderful and considerate wife; note the sarcasm; I planned on carrying the files to him. I know I could just sabotage him but that's not in my nature.

Well not really.

I checked my appearance and ensured my hair stood at an elegant bun. The style the only one I adapted since marriage. I had no reason or desire to wear my hair down anymore. Mostly because I wasn't free anymore, but captured just like my hair. Weird analogy right?

I grabbed a sweater and covered my bare arms. I straightened my form-hugging, knee-high black dress. I grabbed my car keys and the files and made my way outside.

After parking, I made my way in front of the leviathan glass constructed building. I used to be nervous about the business setting but I grew accustomed to it. Although I once thought I would marry someone in my own field; science.

Oh well, I guess the doctors will have to wait until I convince my husband to give me a divorce. Who was I kidding? Brad was the most selfish of men; he would never give me my freedom.

I pushed open the double doors and immediately saw him. He stood at the front desk. I assumed he just met with a client. He shook the man's hand and his attention was grasped by the man behind the front desk.

Brad's POV

"Mr. Evans I see you have come alone today." I extended my hand and he shook it. Did I walk out of my office into this damned first floor just to meet with this idiot?

Where was his boss? The man I was actually doing business with?

"Mr. Craft couldn't make it. I am afraid he has sent me to finalize our deal." Mr. Evan replied and I frowned. Just then Edward gained my attention. He worked behind the front desk and was informing me of a few messages from my other clients.

My mind was far from Evans. I didn't like him. Hell, I didn't like anybody but there was something about him...

"Whoa!" I heard him give a wolf whistle and I clenched my jaw. Did this man have any standards?

"I didn't know your building had such beautiful women."

"You learn something new every day." I shot back without turning around, "Edward get Mila on the phone and relay the message."

Angela's POV

I walked up to where he stood, the man beside him eying me uncomfortably. Brad still hadn't been aware of my presence not even when I stood right in front of him.

The man at his side continued to eye me, I felt myself fidget but didn't dare look in his direction. I opened my mouth slightly to speak but was cut off.

"Sweetheart, how about you let me take you out for drinks tonight?" He cooed and my blood boiled. I snapped my head in his direction.

"I am not interested." I pronounced the word as if it were poison.

Brad's POV

I paused, my blood turning into ice. Was that Angela? I spun around and saw her, she looked angry and with good reason.

"Come on babe, don't be like that. I am sure you'll change your mind once we-"

He raised a hand to touch her and my eyes flashed red. I grabbed hold of his hand before he made contact with her. I saw Angela glaring at me and him.

"Do. Not. Touch. Her." I felt the pressure in my jaw and I knew I was squeezing his hand like hell.

"Regal, she is just some girl. Aren't you married already? I think I get preference." He retorted and I had the urge to break all of his teeth.

"You insufferable-" I heard Angela hiss and blocked her words with mine. These sort of men didn't understand the meaning of any when it came to women.

"This...girl is my wife," I growled and I saw him step back by the harshness of my tone.

I pulled Angela gently to the side, out of anyone's earshot. "Is everything all right?"

I noticed she was angry and even more so now that I fought her battle for her. This woman would drive me nuts! She was too complicated for my taste, yet she had the strength and will I never experienced before.

She sighed and I waited for her to respond. There was nothing romantic about our marriage. Angela didn't care for me intimately but if I said I never wanted her I would be lying. I am a man after all and she was beautiful. She was definitely beddable, but emotionally we were not made for each other she was too wilful and she challenged me too much. I needed submission.

"You forgot these files in the kitchen this morning so I thought I'd bring them to you." She responded steadily.

I took the files out of her hand and mentally thanked her. How I forgot them? I had no idea.

"Is that it?" I asked. You have to understand ours was not a normal relationship we cared not for simple formalities. I am not romantic and it is not in my nature to accept help. All I needed from women was physical. Women had no place working. It's man's world after all.

She shook her head silently; she walked past me and left. I stared after her. She really shouldn't leave the house in such clothing. There was nothing wrong with it. It was elegant but the shape of her body was prominent and I knew she would be an object in the eyes of men.

"I hope you can forgive my recent mishap, It was truly a-"

"Mr. Evans are you quite busy today?" I faced the scum of a man. He'd walked up behind me while I was watching Angela go.

"As a matter of fact, I have several meetings to attend after I am finished here." He responded and I smiled, my most dreadful of smiles.

"Then you may leave." I granted.

He appeared startled. Almost like a lost puppy. "Don't we have to finalize the deal?" he probed.

"Consider the deal revoked," I answered calmly.

"Revoked?" he spat out the word as if they were something that left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Stupidity is not something I tolerate in my building Mr. Evans." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You can't do that! You'll lose millions!"

"I just did." I shrugged my shoulders. "Besides I can afford to lose millions but what I can't afford is aligning myself and my company to scum like you. Now get out of my building." I turned away, committing the horrified look on his face to memory, and took the elevator up to my office.