Say what now?
Mara led me up the stairs into the house.
"Can't I have a house of my own? Do I really have to live with him?"
"Yes." Her brows creased slightly.
I toyed with the fabric of my dress as she led me to a suite.
"This is where you will sleep tonight." She opened the door and ushered me inside.
"I don't understand. This is mine, right?"
"See you in the morning." With that, she stepped out and locked the door.
I banged on the door. What on earth?
"Mara. Mara, let me out, please let me out." I yelled on and on hitting the door in anger. I gripped the door handle trying to open the door.
When I see her again, I'm going to give her a piece of my mind. I scoffed and sat on the couch. I spend the rest of my time looking around. It was a sitting room with a bright chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The couches were in a circle facing the small glass table at the center. There was a corridor with glass doors at the left.
There were two doors. Curious, I got up and opened the first one. It led to a study. The room was sparkling clean and the lights dimmed. The table was wooden and the chair leather. On the table were a lamp and a messy pile of papers. A small shelf of classic books were in a corner and a sign that said 'do not touch' was taped on it. This person sure loves his books. Chuckling, I left the room for the other one. It was a bedroom with a queen sized bed and more adjoining doors. The bed was made and there were roses on the floor. I went on discovering new things. A bathroom that made my jaw drop. It was way bigger than my preparation house's. I tried opening a door but it was locked. Hmmm. Meh.
I opened the third one to find a walk in closet filled with male clothings and accessories.
This can't be right. This is not my room. Oh my God.
No, no, no. I am in jerk face's room. Why, oh why? Panicking, I paced from one spot to the other. I seriously did NOT think this through. I am not ready to give up my V card and not to some egotistical bastard.
I heard the outer door open. Heart thudding, I try to hide under the bed but the gown didn't want to gown it. Stupid gown. I tucked myself at the edge of the bed breathing hard. I could hear the door open and someone walked in. I cowered waiting for the person to call out or something to happen.
Minutes passed and it was all quiet. Huh? What's going on? When it got too excruciating, I raised my head and saw no one. Did I imagine it all? I walked to the door and opened it slowly peeking out.
Huh? There's no one-
"Boo"
I shrieked and flew a feet away. Heart pounding, I caught sight of jerk-in-royalty laughing. It took a minute or more for me to calm my shaking self. Furious, I yelled bloody murder and punched his face.
He kept on laughing even as he held his face. "Ok, ok. For one I never pictured my wedding night to be like this. Two, you punch hard."
"Good." I glared at him and sat on the bed. "Don't scare me like that."
"You should have seen your face, it was all," His mouth rounded to an o and his eyes looked like it wanted to pop out of its sockets.
"My face is not like that."
"Is too."
"Is not."
"It is."
"You are a pompous jerk."
"I know." He smirked. His smirk turned into a malicious grin, "I'm going to take a shower."
"So?"
He got rid of his suit and started to unbutton his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I backed away from him even he walked closer to the bed.
"It's hot."
"Leave me alone."
"You do realise I plan on making life miserable for you. So far, I've been having fun."
"I hate you!" I spat out.
"I hate me too." Hands on hips, he walked to the bathroom.
What's with him?
Soon he was out wiping his face with a towel. He had only a towel on hanging from his waist. My eyes almost fell out. He had a gorgeous set of abs. I ogled them for so long, I couldn't bring myself to look away.
A white t-shirt fell over it and he started to chuckle obviously reading my disappointment. Why am I disappointed? I've seen abs before. Lots of them. I looked away and tried to suppress the drool at that statistical unlikelihood.
He sat on the bed and I scoot away.
"Get off my bed," he said back to his cold expressionless self.
"Wha-?"
"You're dirty. So get off."
"No."
"This is my bed and if you want to sleep on it, you've got to bathe."
Bathe means taking of my gown. I looked away, cheeks flaming, "No."
"Okay." He came over to me, carried me and dumped me on the floor. Astonished, I gaped at him.
I got up from the floor, pissed. "I was here first tonight, you should sleep on the floor." Did i just say that?
"Excuse me?"
"Excuse me, you have no respect for me. I'm surprised your girlfriend is still in a relationship with you."
Uh oh.
He sat stoic on the bed glaring at me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Oops, I went too far. It was his fault. He stood fists balled, his Adam Apple bobbing up and down.
"Uh Nolan? I'm sorry?"
His glare didn't make me feel any better. He approached me slowly, staring me down. I shuffled backwards and stepped on my dress. I slipped and fell to the ground hard. "Don't say Aubrey's name again. Ever."
I winced as pain reverberated up my spine. His gaze remained hardened while he climbed into bed and pulled the covers over him. I laid on the floor sobbing. I knew I shouldn't be crying but that was downright terrifying.
I cried myself to sleep. In between my slumber, I felt someone lift me up and lay me on a bed. Though it came from far away, I heard someone apologize.