Rachel's POV

Alexander slammed the door behind him and pushed me inside the room. He let go of my wrist and started pacing up and down. I meekly took a seat on his bed and looked at my wrist that was turning purple, wincing at the touch.

I felt the bed dip next to me and he leaned on his knees with his head held in his hands. I didn't want to say anything because I was afraid of him when he was like this. I'd rather keep my mouth shut. The dried blood on his knuckles serving as a reminder of what had happened.

We sat in silence for what felt like hours. Alexander was trying his best to calm down. I could see that he had an enormous amount of difficulty trying to do so.

Softly and cautiously I called out to him, "Alexander?"

He grunted in response. I lightly touched his arm and his head whipped to look at me. He really wasn't in a good mood. Anger was still seeping within him and his temper barely at check. His teal eyes held fury that wasn't particularly directed at me, however he couldn't help it.

"Calm down," I whispered. I was generally a calm person but I also did have my moments.

I went to his dressing vanity and poured him a glass of water and while I was at it, I got the medical sewing kit out of his drawer.

It reminded me on that morning when I stitched his knuckles for the first time. It was like déjà vu except this time he was a different Alexander.

After I finished taking care of his wounds, I cleaned and placed the needle driver back in the box when he held me by my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes.

"I don't care what you say, but we're getting married right now," he firmly said. He didn't even bother to ask, he simply commanded.

But this was one thing I could not go through with. I shook my head indicating no. I refuse to marry him just because he said so.

"You don't get to command me like that. That's ridiculous. I will not marry you," I hardly ever spoke up for myself, but like I've said before, this time I have nothing to lose.

"And why the fuck not, Rachel?" his grip on my shoulders tightening.

"Because I hardly know you, you hardly know me and we don't love each other," I whispered ever so softly so that only he could hear me. "You're being irrational. You need to calm yourself and think about how absurd you sound right now."

However I guess that was the wrong thing to say because he left my shoulders and harshly grabbed my chin in a vice grip. Unexpectedly, he grabbed something from the back of him and I felt the tip of cold, metal placed on my throat.

I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't even breathe. Where did this thing even come from? Alexander scared me like no other.

"Alexander," I gulped out loud. "Please put the gun away," I begged as I started crying in fear.

Immediately he did when he realised what he had done. He stood up, cursed at himself and put the gun into his drawer seemingly also surprised by his own actions. He paced around for a bit while I was still trying to process what just happened.

He came closer to me and I backed away. A flash of hurt went through his eyes at my action but it was gone as quickly as it came. He kneeled down in front of me and took my hands in his.

"No, no, no, princess, don't cry. Stop crying now," he gently said and wiped my tears away.

How did he manage to change like that within seconds? "Alexander, you scare me," I mumbled and removed my hands from his. He nodded at me understandingly.

"I know. I'm working on that believe me."

I shook my head at him again. If this was his ploy to get me to agree to marry, then sadly he was highly mistaken.

"I'm not marrying you," I said firmly and frantically shook my head.

"Give me good reason why you won't? Fuck that love shit. That doesn't exist. As for not knowing each other, we can get to know each other during the course of our marriage."

He rubbed my arms tenderly and I didn't know how to deal with his actions. He was holding a gun to my throat a minute ago and now he's being sweet. He's so all over the place.

"Come on Rachel, I can give you the life you want. The life you dream off. I saw that little diary of yours and those wish pages where you stick you wants and dreams. Trust me when I say I can give you all that and so much more."

He stood up and sat closely to me. He caressed my cheek with his big, rough hand and took my hands in his other one. "I can give you all that your heart desires, princess. Besides, what's left for you here?"

I looked at the ground because I didn't know what emotions to display. His offer was so tempting. "I have a lot of things left here. I have my job at the golf club, I have my job here... I have..." I trailed off weakly. I hated that he had a point. What did I have left here besides 2 crappy jobs?

"No you don't, princess. I think you lost your job here the minute I dragged you into this room."

I stared at him in frustration. "Yeah, all thanks to your doing!"

He lopsidedly smiled at me whereas I responded by glaring at him. "I like you a lot Rachel. I don't know why but I do. Believe me when I say it can work. Just say yes," he stared into my eyes intensely.

"No."

"Say yes, princess."

"No."

"Yes!"

"I said no, Alexander."

He let out a breath in exasperation and went and stood opposite me. "You know what, fuck it. You're agreeing to this whether you like it or not because I always get what I want."

He took out his phone and didn't spare me another glance.

"Get the house ready, David. I'm moving in today. Also get a white dress for my soon-to-be-wife, a suit for me, Lev and Jock. Send a stylist for my bride while you're at it and get a cake. I want a pastor, a lawyer and a marriage license all secured within the next 2 hours. Do not mess up because you know what will happen if you do."