CHAPTER 11- WARNING

Uh I got the new update on my phone and I deeply regret it



The music is blaring, Aaliyah went to the toilet which I have no clue where it's located.

I shrug to myself and eye the alcohol, as soon as the bouncers saw me they let Aaliyah and I in.

Must be because I'm Isaac's 'wife.'God I hate having that title, I'd rather be miss Claudia Rose Richardson rather then Mrs Claudia Rose Miller.

That sounds so bad....

The last time I drank was not good, the next day I had a massive hang over and couldn't remember a thing.

I sigh and walk to the bar, "a shot of tequila please," I mutter, he eyes me.

"Can I see some identity?" My eyes widen, I didn't bring my ID cause I didn't get asked last time. Why am I so stupid and just assumed they wouldn't ask?

I look around and spot Aaliyah, our eyes meet and she walks over. I smile at the man and hold a finger up to him, "Aaliyah do you have my purse, this man has asked for my ID?" Her eyes widen then she clears her throat. She rummages through her bag she brought which we decided to put our things it but when she doesn't find it she scratches her head harshly in annoyance.

"Sir, this lady here does not need ID to get alcohol." Aaliyah firmly says.

The man raises a bushy eyebrow and leans forward,"and why is that miss?"

Aaliyah smirks sitting down on the stool and leans forward, "well she is mr Isaac Millers wife," his eyes widen and he looks at me.

"Oh my god, you are! I'm so sorry you just look so different, not that it's a bad thing it's just I've never seen you really wear makeup and a dress because you say that you don't like wearing makeup. Now I'm just blubbering, here is one shot of tequila."

We both snicker at his embarrassment and fear, well I could get him fired but I would never do that. That's really the only reason why he is frightened.

"Make that two," Aaliyah smirks then whispers into my ear, "oh this is gonna be a good night."

I silently agree with her, but I wasn't prepared for what was to come.
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Aaliyah and I dance together, holding red cups in our hands and completely blasted.
I feel someone place there hands on my hips and look back to see a guy with black hair, brown eyes and tan skin smirking.

I shrug to myself and sway my hips, he chuckles and I smirk. Liyah wags her eyebrows up and down, I laugh.

I look to the direction of the bar and gasp, I step away from the guy immediately and look at Isaac with wide eyes.

Isaac freaking Miller.

He is holding a bottle of beer in his hand, sitting on the stool and scowling at me. I can practically see him fuming, I gulp.

"Excuse me," I mutter, Aaliyah grabs my wrist.

"What's happening?" Well it's as if my drunken state had gone sober from seeing him.

"Isaacs here," I mumble.

"WHAT?!" She shouts actually not having heard me from the loud music.

"I said that Isaac's here!" I yell, her eyes widen.

"I thought he wasn't meant to be back for a week," I nod.

"Well I thought so too but apparently not."

I quickly walk to the bar where he is glaring holes not into me, not into Aaliyah but the guy I was dancing with.

I stop in front of him and he looks down at me, he frowns. "What the hell were you doing?" He almost shouts, I wince.

"I was dancing, having fun then that guy put his hands on me," I say shrugging.

"AND YOU LET HIM!?" I don't say anything so that gives him the answer, after all, silence is the most powerful answer. He growls angrily and stands, he pulls my wrist yanking me towards him.

I bump into his chest and quickly look up, "you're mine. My wife. My girl. My woman. My Queen. Mine."

"Why are you so jealous?" His jaw clenches.

"I'm not jealous."

I laugh, "well it sure seems like it."

"You know what? I'm not jealous I'm mad. He touched you, my wife. YOU'RE MINE! We had a deal. Your father signed it, remember? You're embarrassing me by flirting with other people!" He shouts gripping my waist, I scowl.

"I'm not an item, I'm no ones! I'm a person Isaac!" I shout.

"A person but you're still my wife!"

"I think you forgot the part where this was an arranged marriage," his jaw clenches.

"That doesn't mean that you're not my wife," he whispers harshly into my ear, "now if you will excuse me so I can go beat the sh*t out of that guy then that will be great."

He pushes past me and I stumble quickly gripping the wooden counter of the bar to stable myself, I look at him in panic where he is pushing through people and I run to him.

I grab his elbow, "Isaac stop it!" He shakes his head slipping out of my grip.

I pound on his back shouting at him to stop, why is he even here?

But when he sees the guy that was touching me, all hell breaks loose.

He lunges towards him grabbing his collar, he holds him in place and thrusts his fist towards the poor fellows face.

Again. Again. Again. He keeps doing it while I'm desperately trying to stop him.

The guy kicks him in the balls and Zac bends over in pain, but he quickly grabs his foot when he goes to kick him again.

Isaac pushes the guy to the floor, he's just embarrassing himself. This is bad for his business.

With that thought I lungs towards Isaac wrapping my arms around his back and trying to tug him back.

He freezes and slowly straightens up, everyone is staring at us but the music is still playing.

He turns around and my arms also stay around him so they eventually wrap around his waist,"this is why you don't make me angry," he hisses, "now this could be bad for me, I suggest not to let another guy touch you again."

I slowly look up, his arms are by his sides and mine are around his waist. He's looking at me with hard angry eyes while I'm looking at him with tear filled, his whole body is rigid and mine is weak. He's strong and I'm weak.

I push away from him and run to the exit, I push past the bouncers and run down the street.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

I stop and slide down the wall placing my head in between my knees and I sob.