Marrying this woman wasn’t part of my plans. I had to do it, because I was forced to. She just irritates me, cause she’s way too clingy and needy. She has a very peculiar figure, beautiful arms, long legs, full lips, green eyes, and long eyelashes. Most men would be glad to regard her as their wife, not me.

“You’re back, hubby!”She exclaims as she jumps up to hug me.

“I’m back.” I push her back, and undo my tie. I then glance around the mansion looking for my parents.

“Where are my parents?” I ask her.

“They took a well deserved weekend away.”she replies.

I nod, and gently push her from me as she tries to hug me once again. She pouts and wraps her arms around me once more, clearly misunderstanding my body language.

“Your mother thought we could use this opportunity, to produce your offspring.”she giggles softly.

“Offspring?” I repeat, disgusted with her hands on me.

“Exactly.”she looks up at me, like a school girl.

I sigh. “I don’t want a kid, yet.” I tell her.

“Then why did you marry me?”she looks shocked.

“Please, Tania, this is an arranged marriage.” I remind her.

“I know that. You don’t have to be so cold all the time. We have been married for four years, now, Liam.”she tells me, casually.

“I know that. I’ve been counting.” I turn on my heel, and walk towards my bedroom.

“People will start to talk, they’ll say I’m barren.”she follows me.

“Who cares what people say?” I scoff, not bothering to slow down.

“I care.” She shrieks.

I sigh and roll my eyes, and then jog up the long stairway. She is still on my back, jogging too. If she wasn’t a woman, I’d have slapped her, till she flew down the stairs.

“I’m not sleeping with you.” I emphasize.

“Liam..”she says.

“It’s a good thing that, mother and father aren’t here.”I turn and smile at her, for the first time in our four years of marriage.

She smiles too, her eyes searching mine. She looks so beautiful and innocent. I could just devour her. No, I can’t be having such thoughts about her. My girlfriend will be coming back in the country in the next two weeks. She has been gone for six months now.

“It is a good thing.”she comes closer to me, then grinds against me.

I push her hair away from her face, I desperately want to kiss her, her childlike innocence, with a hint of naughtiness suddenly draws me to her. I come back to my senses, and stare coldly at her.

“It’s a good thing they aren’t here, because we don’t have to sleep in the same room.” I say, closing the door on her face.