Chapter Thirty one
I turn around to find him in grey boxer shorts and nothing else sitting on the edge of the bed watching me, I quickly avert my gaze and make a quick prayer to not fall into temptation. I stand there like a deer caught in the headlight and wait for further instructions, having no clue what to do with myself.
“Your either going to get dressed here or you’re going to get the hell out of the bedroom. I have had a long time and I am tired of all the shit I had to take for you for one night”
“I am not going to undress here in front of you”
“It’s not anything I have never seen before Bella, get over yourself”
“I know you have had your share of women and I am nothing new but I am still not stripping in here, I better take the other option” he scoffs at me as he gets under the sheets and makes himself comfortable.
“Then why are you still standing here? Get the fuck out. I will be taking the bed, you can have the couch, it’s very comfortable”
I stare at him puzzled at his statement. He is making me sleep on the couch while he takes the bed? Unbelievable
“You can’t be serious”
“Why? Because the princess has never had to sleep on a couch before? This is a five star hotel, I promise you the couch’s are very comfy, you’ll feel like a brand new baby in the morning. Princess” the way Cyrus always calls me a princess always seems like he is making fun of me and in instance he actually is.
“you’re a real piece of work. I can’t believe I married you and I have to spend the rest of my life with you”
“Neither can I. one thing about me I hate people’s company in my bedroom, when I hear someone else breathing when I have to go to sleep, then I would have to stay awake the whole night. You wouldn’t want to interact with me the next morning and this wedding bullshit isn’t over yet and I need to be on my best behavior tomorrow.”
“Really? Then how will that work with us being married now? I mean, we would have to share to live together”
“Would we now? I bet you can’t wait to start living your happily ever after princess, sorry to burst your bubble but it won’t be as dreamy as you hoped” he says with an I don’t give a fuck smile and I frown
It’s funny that I am a bit disappointed and mad that Cyrus is kicking me out of our bedroom suite to sleep on the couch so he can have his beauty sleep on that enormous bed. Is he seriously not going to consummate our marriage tonight? I am not eager to, and this is the best outcome for me but still, really?
“If you don’t mind would you get out and close the door behind you, or do you want to physically kick you out so you get the massage”
“So you’re not going to….you’re not interested in…..we are not consummating the marriage? You really want me to go, it’s not a trick or anything?” as I stutter in my speech looking for the right question to ask he watches me like he is amused and smirks when I eventually shut up.
“Aren’t you just itching to get me into your arms so I can ravage you, corrupt you and consume you? You want me to show you the whole galaxy and make you see stars but I am going to have to pass. I am exhausted and you have nothing of interest to me right now and I hate doing unnecessary things. At this point, what the use?”
“But its tradition, tomorrow morning the presentation…”
“Of the sheets, I know. So which one is it?”
“Which one is what? What do you mean?”
“Is it the consummation or the presentation of the sheets that has you glued to the floor? Because I want you out of my sight like yesterday” he says nonchalantly, like he is talking about the weather. It makes me so mad
“Fuck you Cyrus” I shout as I leave the bedroom angrily slamming the door so hard I hear it vibrate on my way out.
I get outside the bedroom and start putting my clothes on roughly cursing Cyrus the whole time. It’s not until I am dressed and decide to relax my aching exhausted body that I remember I forgot to get an extra blanket and pillows for my sleepover. I curse again loudly since there is no way I am getting back in that room and facing Cyrus the asshole again tonight. I can do without the pillows or sheets, i tell myself as I get comfortable on one of the couches. Not bad but I would really appreciate a sheet right now, I spot Cyrus’s jacket on the sofa and decide to use it to cover myself for the night.
Cyrus keeps underestimating me and the things that I could do. The only reason I am taking it is because I am full of guilty and fear of what I have done, I can’t afford to fight with him or get on his bad side. I escaped tonight but I am not out of the hot water yet, Cyrus probably has an explanation for the morning tomorrow but what if he plans to consummate our marriage in the morning? He probably will come get me in the middle of the night. The thought makes me sleep with one open, listening for Cyrus until the sun rises.
I need to be good to Cyrus and confess what I have done so he can have mercy on me. Preferably in the morning before the women come. I will beg and kneel and do anything, he has known me his whole life, and he has to care about me somehow
I guess I was too exhausted and must have fallen asleep because the next time my eyes open, I find myself in Cyrus’s strong muscular arms, watching his naked chest when it moves with the rhythm as he carries me to the bedroom. I realize this is it; he sets me at the closet door
“Get one of those skimpy whorish night gowns they prepared for your wedding night and be quick about it” he says as he lets me go. I hesitate and earn myself a hard spanking on the ass as I move to pick a pink see through dress and run to the bathroom to pee and change. I need Cyrus in a good mood for what I am about to say.
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