Chapter Thirty seven
Well, I guess he decided to go there and start running before he learned how to walk. I am a spoiled brat now? I hold my tongue not saying anything
“You wake up right now and go clean up that mess; I don’t care if it takes you the whole night. When I wake up in the morning I want to find my kitchen as spotless as you found it, understood?”
“Yes master. Anything else”
“That will do for now” he says and heads up the stairs with a pissed off look on his face.
If Cyrus wants a spoiled brat I will give him a spoiled brat. I wait to hear his door close before I make my way up the stairs and lock my door for good measure before I go to sleep. There is a loud banging and a curse by the time I wake up the next day. Who knew Cyrus was such a hell raiser who got mad at the slightest thing. I mean they are just dirty dishes; he can get someone to clean it up or do it himself. He brought this upon himself. So I get the blanket higher on my head and go back to sleep.
I am startled when the blanket is thrown off me and I am splashed with cold water. I shriek and scream so loud and so hard I feel my throat ache from it. Cyrus is standing with a dish that he throws to the side and pulls me hard from the bed while I protest; he drags me to the kitchen wet and cold
“What the hell is your problem? What is wrong with you?”
“You want to know what my problem is, I will tell you what is my problem” is he says as we reach the kitchen and he pushes me unceremoniously on the floor, I hit the floor hard and my butts hurt “here is my problem. I want to find my house as I left it, I want it clean and spotless, every fucking where. You will start with this kitchen, make your way to the living room and anywhere your stinking ass has been”
“You can’t do this to me. I am wet and shivering and you can’t make me work for you, you can’t make me do anything”
“While I was away at work making sure you can buy your stupid jewellery and designer shit, you had one job. Take care of this house and breath but you can’t even seem to do that, so no. you will return this place to its original look”
“Just wait till my parents hear of this, how you have mistreating me in your house, you pig” I decide to use another angle, I am so mad and I have never felt so powerless before
“Stop threatening me with your parents, I don’t answer to them and neither do you. You answer to me; I am the one responsible for you from now on and just so we are clear, you’re the pig, just look at the mess you made” and he is right, I when you get married you become responsible to your husband but they are still my parents and I know they will care. I think about bringing up his parents but stop myself
“I don’t even want to be here” I finally say
Then you shouldn’t have said yes in the first place.” He throws a duster in my face and says “start cleaning, I am taking today off to make sure you do as your told. I am not letting Margret come in here to find it in such a state”
“Who is Margret?” who is this woman that Cyrus’s cares about if she saw his house in a mess? He better not bring his bimbos in this house because that will be the last strike for me
“Start. Cleaning”
He goes to his office and comes back with his laptop and turns it on then calls out loud “anytime now” I decide to be the adult between us and decide to clean the place but I have no idea where to begin or what the fuck to do.
“I don’t know what to do or where to start. Could you lend me a hand and show me” I say as I approach him in the living room.
He sighs muttering profanities under his breath and turns on the television, he opens you tube on a video of how to clean a messy kitchen. I stand there as the wet clothes dry on me and watch the stupid video for thirty minutes until I decide I am done and get to work. That video showed the work to be easier than it actually is; I soak the dishes and start wiping the counters. I get back to some of the soaking dishes so I can wash them; I put my hand in the soapy water to find the steel sponge when a sharp pain hits my thumb.
I am screaming like a banshee and there is blood coming out of my hand in streams. I am in full panic mode and the pain is oh so sharp. I hadn’t seen Cyrus come in but he is holding my hand and telling me to calm down, puts my hand under running water which stings and does nothing to stop bleeding. Then he takes my bleeding thumb and puts it into his mouth. It stings at first when he starts sucking but then the pain becomes bearable and the sucking becomes soothing which makes me calm down. He takes his time sucking my thumb until he decides to let go and gets the first aid kit from under the sink, he gets a plaster to put it on the wound but I stop him pointing out
I think you should disinfect it first, I don’t think your saliva can kill bacteria he smiles at that and disinfects it which stings like hell before he puts the plaster on. I am still feeling the pain when he grabs my waist and puts me on the kitchen counter getting between my legs. I know what he is about to do, I can feel it from his body temperature and I can see it in his eyes, he wants to kiss me and who knows do what else. I can’t let him kiss me, especially after the shit he just pulled on me that led to my kitchen accident. I also know my body can’t resist him so I use the pain from my thumb as a tool. When he comes for a kiss I turn my face away from him and avoid him.
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