Chapter Eighty Four
When Cyrus finds me in the living room he stands and watches me while I avoid eye contact and wait for him to say something, specifically about my outfit. I ransacked my closet yesterday looking for an appropriate dress to wear to dinner that would cover the wounds, the bite marks and cuff marks prints still left on my body but I couldn’t find one. They all ended up revealing something but then I asked myself why I was taking so much effort to conceal Cyrus’s crime and wore something that revealed it all in the end. I settled on a low neckline dress that revealed just a hint of my back that went longer and covered my legs.
He doesn’t stand there long as he goes upstairs and has a shower and some change of clothes before he comes back down and heads for the bar in the corner. Great, he has decided to start early tonight; I think to myself but don’t utter a word until I reach my destination. I let him have his glass of whiskey and when he starts heading for the door I am right behind him, that’s how I find myself face to face with him when he abruptly turns around making me lose my footing and my balance, he does nothing to help me but look at me like I am beneath him, as he puts his hands on his trouser pocket.
“Where do you think you’re going in such a hurry little snake.” he asks, when I hear that name he has made for me now, I know something unpleasant is about to happen. So I put on my most puppy sympathetic look when I answer him,
“It’s the first Sunday of the month and your mother reminded me about it last Friday.”
“So?”
“So we are going to dinner together….right?”
“You can’t wait to meet your lover again can you?” He asks mockingly
“What? What are you talking about?” Has Cyrus gone crazy?
“Please don’t act so surprised little snake, I bet you were counting the days until you two would get to meet again.” I now get what he is talking about but I won’t give into whatever foolish ideas he has on his mind right now.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know I cloned your phone and have a tracker in it right? One of the reasons why I changed your phone.” he says to me with a look that has me remembering the text Cullen sent me. The minute I remember it he knows what I mean and he smiles.
“You can’t be serious, he texted me and I didn’t say anything back to him. How is it my fault?”
“The two of you think you can meet behind my back and talk everything over, don’t you?”
“No. of course not, I totally forgot about….”
“I won’t let you make a fool of me again Bella. Not in this life time. So put your ass down and watch a movie or go upstairs and get yourself good and ready for me because when I get back I am going to be paying you a visit.” He says and opens the door and I reach for him and touch his shoulder.
“Please can I come with you? I will be your shadow and promise not to leave your side tonight. Please!”
“I won’t repeat myself.” He says and closes the door in my face, in front of the guards, how humiliating for me.
I stand there for what seems like hours before I head up to my room as instructed. I sit on my vanity and just look at my face for a long time, touching my face and trying to see myself. And then I get out of the dress, put on a robe and apply that dark seductive makeup that we in the community call ‘desperate for attention’. I want everything to scream I want you tonight, that’s why I put the effort. I go back down stairs and head for the bar. I try tasting the whiskey but it burns my throat and it tastes all eew, so I go for my favorite champagne instead. I finish the whole bottle and since I haven’t had anything to eat tonight I am already drunk and the couch looks very comfy from where I am standing. I shimmy over to it and take a nap.
I feel someone caressing my lips and when I open my eyes I find Cyrus standing over me behind the couch, he looks freshly showered and his not wearing a shirt, so I figure he has been here for a while from the dinner.
“How was dinner tonight?” I ask him still a bit sleepy/drunk
“Uneventful since Cullen and you were not in attendance.” He answers dryly
“Cullen never misses his mothers Sunday dinner.” I find myself saying, blaming that on the wine.
“Apparently he did this time, maybe he was tipped you weren’t going to show after all.”
“Not this again Cyrus, seriously” I say feeling a headache coming
“Okay, I don’t want to talk either, you know what I want.” He says eyeing me up with lust, he is trying to come up creepy but he could never pull it off.
I sit straight before I gather myself and stand walking a bit unsteady up the stairs and head over straight to his bedroom, I notice him taking lazy steps behind me and I think he wants me to make a run for it so he can hurt me again. I don’t, its better I corporate and maybe it will be over soon and I won’t end up with bruises all over again. I get to the bed climb on it and lay back looking at him.
“How do you want me? I ask on a slur as I open up my robe, I figured if I am drunk I wouldn’t have to face the pain and I could always blank out.
“You look like a paid prostitute, I don’t want to look at you.” he answers back and there it is a hint of anger in his eye. Is it because I came up willingly like he wanted?
“Okay. Goodnight then.” I say as I get off the bed and start heading from the bedroom but he catches me when I move to pass him and pulls me back so we are facing each other.
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