Sofia P.O.V.

I woke up at 6:00 am and went out for jogging. Its one of my favourite hobby. I always used to jog before marriage. Jogging makes me happy, powerful and healthy.

"Hello, beautiful!" I think I have heard this voice somewhere. I turned to meet Mark.

"Good Morning, Mark." I greeted back.

"I see you're a morning person." He said.

"Yes! I am!" I agreed.

"I am tired! Are you not? Let's go to Starbucks. Should we?" He asked.

"Umm. No! I didn't bring money with me." I replied, feeling embarrassed.

"Who is inviting you? Me! So I'll pay. Don't worry! Let's get going." He held my hands and we made our way to his car.

After ordering hot chocolate for me and latte for him, we sat down.

"How old are you?" I started the conversation.

"24," He told me.

"What do you do?" I questioned.

"Handle my father's business. What about you?" He answered and asked.

"A great housewife I am." I said proudly.

"Of course you are, so can you tell me why the hell that guy is looking at me as if he is plotting my death in his mind?" I scanned the room and my eyes swiftly locked with Brandon's. What is he doing over here? He was staring directly at me, giving me a pissed off scowl while approaching me.

"I told you she was taken, you piece of fucking shit." Brandon growled and dragged me out of the Starbucks.

He jerked me inside the car and started driving furiously.

"Slow down!" I said but he didn't.

"Brandon, we might end up in our graves." And still no effect on him.

"Brandon, please!" I begged as tears gathered in my eyes. He looked at me with no emotion in his eyes and slowed down the speed. I stared at him in awe. Its the first time he did what I said.

Maybe my Brandon is changing.

"Can you stop staring at me?" Brandon gritted his teeth.

"Why am I giving you some kind of feeling?" I teased him.

"No! I can't handle your slutty gaze on me." He said harshly.

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"I am hungry and I assume so are you. Let's make something to eat." Brandon said. Wow! Cooking with him? Why not?

"OK!" I said happily.

"What should we make?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Ummmm... Let's make your favourite dish, Schnitzel." I said with a smile.

"Yeah! And let's make your too. What is your favourite dish?" He asked.

"Fried rice. What about sweet dish?"

"Let's make Schnitzel, fried rice and chocolate chip cupcakes." Brandon said and I clapped my hands showing my happiness.

"Do you know how to cook?" I asked.

"I am a billionaire that doesn't mean I don't know cooking. As you know me and Alex lived on our own in London so we both used to cook." He said while searching for something.

"I am amused, I want to know you more. I don't remember much about you, I was only nine when you both left. Alex used to visit but you never did." I said.

"You want to know me more? Let's play 20 questions." Today Brandon is in a good mood.

"Where is the chicken?" He asked.

"In the fridge. Favourite color?" I started the game.

"Blue. Lame question was that." He said and I pouted.

"Who was your first kiss?" He asked.

"You," I said and blushed.

"Yours?"

"Don't know! Have kissed a lot of women." The answer hurt but never mind!

"Favourite flower?"

"Rose. Why do you hate me?"

"There are reasons I cannot tell you, First crush?"

"My first crush was you and my last crush will be you. Favourite movie?"

"Now you see me. Yours?"

"Frozen. Favourite sports?"

"football. Yours?"

"Same! Favourite city?"

"London. Yours?"

"Paris. Favourite novel?"

"I dont like reading novels. Why are you in love with me?"

"I don't know! I just know that I love you and I will keep loving you, without a pause, without a doubt till death do us apart." I said.

"Why can't you just hate me?" Brandon asked turning to face me.

"I can't control my feelings and I know Brandon, you don't hate me, no matter how much you try to hate me I am not going to give you a chance to hate me, you're just afraid of the good in me that it might change you and then you'll fall in love with me. " I said.

"If you're done with your speech, let's go and have lunch." He said before going out of the kitchen with mayo and ketchup in his hands but before going out he fell down on the floor.

"Fucking water," he cursed and I chuckled lightly hoping he didn't hear me.

"Is if funny?" He asked and I nodded.

"Really? More then this?" He said as he started throwing mayo, ketchup in my face, hair, clothes and everywhere.

"Stop, Brandon." But he didn't stop but continue doing while laughing at me showing his two perfect dimples. I grabbed the bowl of a flour and threw it at his face, his eyes widens and so was mine, when I noticed his angry expression, fear covered my face and then he started laughing.

"You hahhahahahh have hahahah have hahahahahaha seen hahahaha your face." He said while laughing.

"I am glad I made you laugh." I said and smiled but as soon as I said those words he stopped laughing.

"Go take a shower and then we'll eat." He said and went out of the kitchen

After taking shower, changing into beautiful clothes and applying lipstick to make myself look pretty, I went downstairs to see Brandon and Candy sitting on the dining table waiting for something or someone.

"Finally you're here, come and serve us." Brandon said harshly and kissed Candy's cheeks.

"You're kidding. Right?" I said with some hope as tears ran down my cheeks.

"No! I am not!" He replied coldly.

"Now serve us!" He ordered.

"I am not a waitress. If you both want to eat then go and grab everything by yourself from the kitchen and eat." I said sternly.

"I never asked you, I ordered you. Now be a perfect wife you are, you're going to listen to your husband and do as he says or he might get angry and end up hating you even more." He said angrily.

I was not going to give him a chance to hate me more so I did as I was commanded while crying.