12| Sex in my Room.

Ruby.

Days turned into weeks and before I knew it, I was three weeks married to Toby.

We moved out of the Daniels' mansion into our own home which was still extraordinarily too big for two people. Apparently, Chief Daniels thought it was neccesary to have a house to ourselves for more 'privacy'.

Privacy indeed! All that had happened since we moved in here was just us shouting at eachother which was more of him shouting at me though and me just obeying his orders. It was more unbearable since he said he hates the sight of books which I can't even do without, I mean, who hates books? He was just trying to make my life miserable.
I turned off the large screen TV already tired of the boring programmes on it and then I retired to my room.

I woke up to the sound of voices laughing as I jumped up in fright and quickly checked the table clock, it was past twelve already, I was very sure that it was Toby since he comes home late every blessed day but then I was also curious about the other voice I was hearing. I then disobeyed my inner Voice that kept telling me to just ignore them and sleep soundly like a baby by going out of the room to see who Toby was with whilst telling myself that it was pure courtesy to greet my husband's visitor.

I was so dumfounded and humiliated to find Toby and no other person than Yasmin kissing eachother so aggressively like their lives depended on it. Yasmin spotted me first and freed herself from Toby's clutch all the while smiling like the she-devil that she was.

"Uhm.... welcome." I choked out and was about to silently go back into my room and just tune them out of my head when Toby stopped me abruptly, "Hey, Duck! Where do you think you're going? Make my baby and I something to eat, we are famished!"

Why couldn't she do that for you or what would it cost you to actually have eaten out with her before coming home?

"Say it aloud, dumbass!" My inner voice screamed.

Why does he derive so much joy in humiliating me, after spending the whole day with his baby, does he really have to bring her into our home? Did he spite me that much?

I stood still going through tons of questions in my head thus forgetting about Toby's request until he snapped me out of it with a kick on my thigh, I yelped in pain.
"Have you suddenly gone deaf? Why are you still standing there?!" He thundered as I ran into the kitchen.

"She's such a dummy. How do you even cope with living with her? I can't imagine staying with such a person." I heard Yasmin ask.

"I am tired of her presence in this hoise and its not even up to a month yet! She makes the whole house as boring and stinking as she. I can't believe I'm stuck with her for years to come." Toby said in an exasperated voice while Yasmin giggled.

"I'm so sorry, baby. Just know that I'll always be here to brighten your day. Just think of her as a robot or mannequin in your house, a showpiece." Yasmin advised as Toby's deep laughter rumbled in the house.
I suddenly felt like a robot, I mean only robots does what they are asked to do without any grumbling.

'And a showpiece too, you are just like that Flower vase in the dinning room.' My inner voice taunted me.

"Shut the hell up!" I screamed loudly.
I was going crazy already, no- scratch that! I was already crazy. Living in this house for less than three weeks had made me crazy! I was now shouting and talking to myself!

After some minutes, I managed to dish pasta for Toby and Yasmin then I took the plates filled with the food to the dinning room but then I couldn't find them where I left them. I dropped the food on the table and proceeded to Toby's room and still didn't find them, I already contemplated on giving up when I heard strange moans coming from my room.

I opened the door to my room not bothering to knock, you can't blame me, it was my room afterall, do you even knock on your own door?
I was shocked to see Yasmin and Toby going at 'it' right on my own bed. What an insult! How dare they!

"Yes? How can I help you?" Toby questioned angrilly, Yasmin who was on top of him grinding stopped and stared at me in annnoyance.

"Yes! You are in my room." I whispered.

"So? You think I don't know that? I just decided to have my fun here. Its just a damn room, get the fuck out and sleep elsewhere!" Toby finally stood up with anger and threw me out of the room jamming the door on my face with great force that shook the whole house.

Would it be okay if I say I hated Toby with so much passion? Would it be okay if I say I just wish he was a pauper's son? Would it be okay if I prayed that his manhood suddenly went missing? Okay, would it also be okay if I wish that he becomes so ugly than the ugliest person in this world?

I think it would be very okay.


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I woke up late than usual because their intentional loud cries and moans overnight didn't let me have much sleep. Toby walked into the room and glared at me.

"Why are you sleeping in my room?" He asked rudely.

"The same reason you slept in mine!" I snapped.

"So? Are there no other rooms you could have slept in? How dare you bring your fat dirty body into my room and on my bed? Have you forgotten my rules? Do not cross me!" He snapped even louder.

I was already fuming for what he did the previous day and the fact that after that, he still had the guts to shout at me early in the morning for sleeping in his room was just the height of it.

He can sleep on my own bed, even have sex with another woman on it and keep crossing my own path while I can't do the same? I was not that dumb and stupid.

"Look! I slept in this room and that's it! You did the worst, you had sex in my room, sex in my room! You're such a conceited rude jerk who doesn't deserve everything he owns!" I said angrily.

His countenance was changing from mere anger to boiling one but I didn't care.
"Are you talking to me?"

"Yes! I'm talking to you? What are you going to do to? You don't deserve the riches, your face, your body, fame and everything. You do not deserve any! Such a rude bastard that thinks everything must be done his way! And Rules? To hell with your rules! Why can't you just be civil in this relationship? Fine, you hate me, understandable! But do you have to be a spoilt kid about it every damn time? Your attitude stinks, arrogance, disrespect and all...what is your problem?!" I shouted rambling on, I was so fed up of him just acting like he owned me.

"Me?" He asked again.

"Yes you! Who are you! Who the fuck are you?! If not for your last name, what are you? Who would..."

Before I could finish my sentence, I was hit in the face so hard that I fell.