We were standing in front of each other battling our inner conflicts. I took my time and finally asked him with gritted teeth, “What the hell are you doing here?” “Wrong question.” he immediately broke the silence, looked at the ring he had shoved into my finger a few minutes ago, and continued, “You should ask me why I married you.” “Marriage?”, I asked with the anger building in my veins, “or a devilish plan of yours in which you are a pro.” “Wow! At least now you know that I am a pro.”, He replied like nothing happened and came closer to me. I held my waist tightly and the very next moment in a swift motion he made me glued to his his body. I was about to push him but before that, I felt his hot breath on my ears and he murmured, “And let me tell you, Mrs. Maya Stone, I am pro in bed too which I will show you tonight.”