How’s Your Marriage Life?
Xavier strode into the bathroom, coming back with a white towel and a shirt in his hand which he handed to her. “You should freshen up first. This is the smallest shirt I could find in my closet. We’ll be staying here for the night.”
“You didn’t mention this before we came here.” She had no plans to stay in the Romano manor ever. Moreover, since everyone thought they were a real couple, they would have to share a room. How on earth would she share a room with the big bad block of ice?
“Do as you’re told, Doll, and go have your bath. You stink.”
Elaine’s eyes grew wide. Angling her nose toward her underarms, she sniffled, her nose filling with the scent of vanilla. “That’s a lie. Not funny at all.”
“You better get going. I won’t be so patient to wait for more than ten minutes before I join you in the shower,” he threatened.
“What? Ten minutes? That wouldn’t even be enough for a child’s bath.”
With a turn, he raised nine fingers. “Nine minutes remaining, Doll.”
“What the fuck?”
“Nine minutes and thirty seconds.”
Her eyes fell on the shirt he handed her before quickly scrambling into the bathroom, the temptation of his threat still lingering in the air. He chuckled at her pathetic attempt to get him from following her into the bathroom. If he wanted to, not even the freaking door would stop him from having a fill of her.
Elaine first unzipped the pretty black dress Xavier had gifted her, laying it before the wash sink carefully like the new treasure that it was. She proceeded to take out every little clothing of hers and rushed into the shower partition before her nine minutes got up.
By the time she was done and clothed in his shirt, she made her way out of the bathroom, her nostrils immediately filling with the offensive smell of cigarettes and tobacco. She headed toward the direction of the smell, the balcony where the man stood with his back to her, puffing out his smoke without any care of the world.
“I didn’t know that you smoke?” He tensed at her voice behind him. Turning around, he turned off the smoke by tapping it lightly on the cold railing, the remnants of the smoke falling limply on the floor beneath them.
“Do you do this often?” She asked.
“My smoking patterns shouldn’t be amongst your concern, Doll.” His eyes raked over her body from her wet hair down to her bare foot, darting to her exposed silky white thigh before finally tearing his gaze from her. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to be smoking in front of you anymore. We don’t want you to get another attack.”
Right, her asthma attack. She’d totally forgotten about it. “How thoughtful of you. Here I was thinking that you enjoy seeing people cry.”
“As much as I’d love to see you cry, I wouldn’t want it to be because of my smoke instead of my fingers or cock.”
At his words, her face immediately grew crimson red, her body stepping backward from the man who was now taking steps toward her. “I…I’ll go to bed first. Goodnight.”
A mocking laughter broke out from his throat before muttering under his throat. “Scared little doll.”
She turned away from him, walking out of the balcony to the large bed that lay prettily like it hadn’t been laid on for the whole year. Maybe though. As she threw the covers and lay underneath them, she thought of the man who had already taken his turn in the bathroom. She wondered how she was going to last the entire night in the same room with him.
‘Goddamnit Elaine. You even slept with him once,” she reminded herself. But that was when she was drunk as fuck but now, she was sober, overly conscious of her surrounding.
“I can’t do this. My heart is beating too fast.” She sat up on the bed, her throat dry more than eggless bread. She needed water or she would go nuts from the anxiety raking through her. She’d just go downstairs and get a glass of water without waking anyone and perhaps before she returned, Xavier would be fast asleep.
Realizing it was a great idea, Elaine slipped off the bed, getting out of Xavier’s room, strolling down the stairs, her footsteps hushed. She was trying not to alert anyone. The last thing she wanted was to come face to face in contact with her fiancé’s sister. Honestly, while she was ranting her shit at the dinner some few hours ago, she’d been pissed.
How does anyone have a lot to say about someone they haven’t even tried to know? It wasn’t shocking that her goddamn daughter-in-law, Ria must have painted a Jezebel out of her.
Just as she stepped down the last stair, her body bumped into something plump and soft. “Speak of the devil,” she gritted her teeth as she saw who it was. No other than the devil daughter-in-law herself, Ria Rock, oh sorry, she wasn’t a Rock anymore. Too bad.
“Watch where you’re going, the fuck?”
“I could say the same about you.”
“You bumped into me.”
“Same as you, you know.”
Ria rolled her eyes, her fist clenched in anger. Aside from having a useless shitty mother-in-law, I also have a shitty aunt from my husband’s side. How unfortunate can I get?”
Elaine’s eyes raked over Ria’s appearance. She looked disheveled like she just finished having an argument and from the direction she walked out from, she might have just finished having an argument with… with who? Perhaps Margaret?
“Thank goodness you know yourself how unfortunate you are.”
“Don’t you dare insult me? I’m in no mood for this.”
“Neither am I, Ria. Anyway, how’s your marriage life?”
Ria wanted to scream at her sister and warn her never to speak to her about her marriage again. Jimmy hasn’t really been present in her life so she doesn’t know how her marriage life was going because as it seems, she was married to his mother instead of him.
“None of your briskness. Get out of my way, slut. Just because you could slut your way into Xavier’s bed doesn’t mean you can do it to us all.”
Elaine sighed, her hands coming around her chest as she invaded Ria’s space not letting her move past her. With a last click of her tongue, she replied. “I wonder what my Fiance would feel like if he hears the tone at which you speak to me.”
“Wh…what?” She was now threatening her with Xavier?
“Should I go complain to him or you’ll apologize.” She smirked. “Properly.”
“You bitch.”
“No, no. Language girl. You have five minutes else I’m calling him.”
“Fine, I’ll apologize.”
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