Moon's Pov.
"And what was that all about?" I asked, walking behind the oh-so-Alexander William the great.
Because I don't get it! How can he even think about such terms, huh?
I can't talk to my co-stars. Can't act with any male on the production site and…
Urghhh! He could have just stopped me from accepting the role all together!
"I am talking to you, William!" I half yelled, and he spun around.
"Welcome sir… ma…" the voices of the helpers in the mansion echoed one after the other, but they scurried away when they felt the heating gaze of William.
His face is stony hard and his brows are displeasingly furrowed, anger emitting from the very pores of his skin.
"Just get the fuck out!" He yelled at them, before turning fully to face me.
"And you ask what the hell was that? because, you're my wife!" He grits out, more angry. "And I have every right to make decisions about how you live your daily affairs!"
