"What the hell is your problem Mario."I yelled breathing unevenly. I noticed him fuming. I bet he hated being yelled at. Well, guess what, I didn't care. " You can't forbid me from going outside."I pointed my index finger to the gigantic black door that I just busted through. "Don't you. Yell.at me."his teeth were gritted so tightly I could see them through his skin. "I just wanted us to talk and where the hell were you going?"I rolled my eyes. Was he being serious right now. We never talked . He always issued orders to me. "You don't want to talk.you want to give and order. I just want a minute alone to think."I reasoned almost crying. "And you don't want to think precious. I know the moment you step out that gate, you would leave me."he looked at me clearly trying to put his anger in check.What the hell was he even mad at?what on earth was he talking about? "W-what?" "Just fucking go upstairs! go and think from there!"he snapped. His hands balled into a fist. "You can not order me to think. I am not in the mood anymore.why don't you go ahead and write your orders down..that's what you are good at99 anyway. Husband! "he gave me a poker face making me wonder who the hell I got married to . I couldn't stand him even for a second. Sighing I turned around to the spiral stairs going to the bedroom. I just prayed that he kept his dumb ass downstairs or back to his office. Precious A 2o years old economic graduate has a bit of bad luck in choosing her partner. She was left at the alter,suffered his home's wrath until she had to move. Mario A 30 years old multi billionaire with a nasty attittuude and a dark past.he was a straight manwhore until he met precious. They got married but his possessive nature proved to be a stumbling block.