CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

DAMIEN
Mr Tony had already informed me that Tamara had arrived at the hotel, so I sat on the couch with a drink in my hand, waiting for her. You can call me a hypocrite all you want, but Tamara will never have a romantic relationship with someone else while she is still married to me.
Even if I someday get a mistress as a man with needs, you can bet your bottom dollar that she won't want to meet those needs, forcing me to look elsewhere. Even if she does not agree, she must remain faithful to me because I literally bought her by taking her as my wife in exchange for her parents staying out of jail and also helping their company stay afloat, so she owes me that much.
I was about to take a sip of my whiskey when the door opened and Tamara walked in, somewhat disoriented, and as soon as she saw me, she recoiled back in shock, her back against the door as she stared at me with annoyance and a touch of irritation.
"What the hell? You sca-red me to death; why are you sitting in the da-rk like a cre-ep?" She asked, her words slightly mumbled, but instead of responding, I rose to my feet and stalked towards her, my gaze never leaving hers, and when I was a few feet away from her, I came to a halt, my gaze moving over her full-length, before they came to a halt on her face.
"Where have you been?" I asked, my gaze fixed on Tamara's face, and she didn't seem wary in the least, making me wonder if this interrogation was necessary, but I still needed to know, to put my mind at ease about any potential problems in the future.
"Out with a friend," she replied briefly, at least she didn't lie, because if she had, she'd be guilty, and Shane was more to her than just a friend.
"Do I recognize this person?" When I asked, she gave me a disaffected look before answering.
"Yes, and what's with all of the questions Mr Kingston, it's not like I owe you an explanation because you already knew I went out to sightsee," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest. I took my time taking in her outfit, and I felt slightly envious because she dressed up to go out to dinner with this male friend of hers but didn't bother trying to look good when I took her to see my family.
"Yes, I know you went out to enjoy the scenery with Mr Tony, but not about this friend of yours who appeared out of nowhere," I said, my brow raised as I waited for her response, after letting out an exasperated sigh, she looked up at me to give me an answer.
"Well, after Mr Tony left to attend to something at the hotel, I met up with friend of mine later by coincidence and we spent the day together, I don't see the problem here," she shrugged, and judging from her nonchalant behavior, it appears it was just two friends hanging out, but there was still a part of me that didn't want to believe her; blame it on my trust issues.
"Then what about your romantic dinner—is that something friends do as well?"
"How did you know I had dinner, Mr. Kingston?" She asked, then I took the pictures from the table beside me and threw them in her face. I watched as she bent down and gathered the pictures at her feet, expecting to see guilt or remorse in her eyes, but all I saw when she looked up at me was pure, unadulterated rage. I was the one who figured out her deceit. She should be ashamed, not angry.
"Of all the stupid and idiotic things you've done to me, this is by far the worst, You fucking had me followed, are you insane or just fucking stupid Mr Kingston?" she yelled as she ripped up the pictures in her hands, her angry gaze moving up from what she was tearing as it fell on the fall and focused on me.
"You're don't get" I tried to continue talking, but she didn't give me a chance as she marched towards me, her anger visible in her eyes, and to be honest, her bizarre behavior surprised me; I had never seen her act this way before.
"You're a piece of shit Damien Kingston, you're nothing but a hypocrite and an egotistical bastard who cares about no one but himself," she said, jabbing her middle finger at my shoulder repeatedly. "You really think I'm like you and would cheat at the first opportunity because that's the only valid reason you'd have me followed?" she asked, her enraged gaze fixed on me as her hands fell to her side, forming fists, as if she wanted to punch me.
"Yes, I did, I had you followed, so what? I don't trust you one bit, Tamara; to me you are nothing but a risky investment that could blow up in my face anytime soon if I don't manage you properly," I explained and from the way her eyes darkened, it seemed I managed to piss her off enough that she might make good on her indirect threat and punch me.

"Mange me properly, do you how fucking stupid you sound right now, Mr Kingston" she scoffed.
"Watch how you talk to me, Tamara; your blatant disrespect is starting to irritate me; there's only so much I can take." I said with deadly calm as I watched her anger evident in my tone and expression
"Oh fuck you, Damien, you don't deserve even the tiniest bit of respect from me or anyone else, because you're a sick, twisted man who doesn't have the balls to get what he wants, so he resorts to threats; you're so fucking sad, it makes me sick." Tamara said her words were slightly slurred at the end, and as I got closer, the smell of alcohol hit me; was she drunk? Is that why she's acting this way?
"I'm so tired of you and everyone else who think they can do whatever they want with my life because I don't fight back; for example, you and my family decide to carry on with this stupid marriage without consulting me; I never wanted this marriage in the first place, and the only reason I agreed to marry you was to save the company from bankruptcy."
"You can lie all you want, but any woman would be happy to be in your shoes; do you know how powerful and rich I am, Tamara? So stop pretending to be a victim; you snatched yourself a rich man." I scoffed, and she burst out laughing, a full blown manic laughter, before her gaze fell on me as her laughing fit began to die down.
"Even if you were the last man on Earth and my only hope of survival, Damien Kingston, I wouldn't have married you; do you know why?"
"Why, Tamara?" I asked, "Please enlighten me."
"Because you're the most self-absorbed asshole on the planet and you're always finding new ways to irritate my very being, which is a rare ability because I rarely get irritated, ever since I met you, I've been wondering how that big ego of yours fits in that big head of yours because you really think you're the top dog when you're not."
"Listen here–," but before I could say anything else, she ran towards her room, holding onto her mouth, and pushed me to the side roughly. Once in her room, she slammed the door behind her before I could follow her in.
What the fuck just happened? I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge, indicating that it was locked, so I called out to her.
"Tamara, Tamara, fucking open the fucking door!" I yelled but got no response. I yelled again but received no response, so I put my ear to the door and was met with silence.
With a frustrated sigh, I returned to the living room, picking up the pictures Tamara hadn't ripped from the floor and placing them back in the brown envelope.
"What the hell just happened?" I muttered to myself, but then the doorbell rang, jolting me out of my reverie. I went to see who it was, and when I opened the door, Mr Tony and another lady I didn't know were standing on the other side.
"Good evening, sir." Tony stated that his gaze was nervous.
"Good evening, Tony, what could be the problem?" I asked, trying not to let my anger show in my tone.
"Sir, we might have a problem," Tony said, his gaze shifting to the lady beside him.
"What is it Tony, stop beating around the bush, I'm really not in the mood"
"Mrs Tamara came to the hotel bar before coming up and there was a mix up with her order, she gave your wife drink meant for a bachelors party in the vip section and it was quite strong, so I came to check if she got to the room safely," Mr Tony explained, and the lady responsible hadn't looked me in the eye once since they had arrived.
"That explains my wife's strange behavior when she returned to the room."
"We apologize on behalf of the hotel and will accept any punishment you deem appropriate."
"That is not necessary; please leave, and I hope this does not happen again."
"Yes, sir, we apologize for making such mistakes; it will not happen again." Mr Tony said, and they both left me to my thoughts, so she was acting so boldly because she was drunk, Fuck this, I didn't expect my life to be so stressful when I thought marriage was a good idea to keep the company.