I like me better

"What the hell are you doing?!" Zian screamed in pain. She was pushed by Grant on the wall. She slid herself against the wall holding her sore left arm. "You tell me! What the hell are you doing? What the hell are you thinking?" He grabbed up Zian's hair and pulled her to the bed.   "What the fuck are you talking about?" She's trying to push Grant away from her but can't. He was much stronger than her. "Release my fucking hair!" Zian was struggling. Her head was starting to ache.  Grant snickered. He released Zian's hair and pinned her on the bed. "Stop pretending, you bitch!" Grant's right hand held Zian's both hands and then slapped her, so hard.  "Fuck you!" She yelled. Her cheeks became red and she felt hot on her cheeks. "Fuck you!" She repeated.  "Stop playing games, Maija. I'm not into it! Just tell me why the hell y

"Are you ready, yet?" She heard Grant shouting from the living room. She was still putting on her makeup. Today was their interview as a newlywed in a live talk show. "I'm almost done!" She shouted back. She frowned. Why do they need to do this? She hated being interviewed or socializing interacting in the entertainment industry. She hates attracting people especially media. In her entire life, she keeps a low profile, or she must say, she's hiding her self away from them. She preferred to have privacy and live normal.  Zian looked at her self on the mirror. She was wearing a simple yet elegant black dress that matches her black with a bit of white pearls stilettos. Her long dark brown hair was curled nicely done. Her makeup was just simple, she just put foundation and lipstick. She turned around once, and she felt contented of what she was wearing. In fact, that was the tenth time that she changed her dress