Leave
I shrugged and started to walk out, but he put out his arm and blocked my way.
"Where the hell do you think you are going?" He almost whispered. He was looking straight. I could feel a slight anger in his voice.
I rolled my eyes. He slowly focused his eyes on me, waiting for me to talk.
"Guest room," I answered. "I guess we don't need to pretend to be married when there are only two of us in this house, right?"
He clenched his jaw, dropped his arm, and came closer to me.
"You are staying in the same room as me," he said in a low voice, placing his mouth near my ear.
"You don't owe me. It was just a deal. Deal to get married, not to be your wife," I almost shouted at him, taking two steps back.
"Whatever, you are not leaving," he said, looking behind me. I knew he was angry, but I didn't care.
"Oh, so you are going to stop me? How will you do that?" I asked, daring him to stop me.