Xavier.
I watched as she sat in the seat next to me. She didn't talk. She didn't laugh. She didn't smile. She didn't even eat. She sat in her seat picking at her food, her eyes glued at the door. I skim through the guests to notice Nate, Jaxon and that Uncanny wedding interrupter weren't here.
They were behind the door.
With a sigh, I turn to my wife. I take the fork from her hand and scoop some food onto it. I balance the food in front of her mouth. She sends me a questioning glance yet opens her mouth nonetheless.
"How charming." She remarks returning her gaze to the door, chewing the food in her mouth.
"You know, usually during a wedding reception the husband and wife's attention is solely on each other." I express, holding out another forkful of food. Instead of opening her mouth she inspects my face thoroughly.
"You hate me." She professes, leaning forward and taking the food off the fork. My brows furrow as lips turn to a frown.
"I don't recall those words leaving my lips." I state, but a dark chuckle leaves her lips.
"Oh, but they have."
"Hate isn't a word I tend to throw around." I voice and her eyes narrow into slits.
"Have you by any chance taken amnesia the past few days? Or are you suffering early dementia?" She questions and I gaze at her blankly.
"You said you were going to make my life hell. I sure as hell don't think it means standing on neutral ground, let alone like. Do you?" I could see the emotions held in her eyes. Yet again, to many to pinpoint to one.
Her eyes revealed all hidden within. The ice and The fire.
She abruptly stands and all eyes turn to her. She pauses and gives a curt nod and a tight-lipped forced smile to all the guests as the door opens to reveal the three men entering the hall. She walks down the carpeted path to the door. The males turn to her but she raises a finger, indicating for them to stay, before her hands reach up for her head.
All three turn to me. Jaxon angered, Nathaniel disappointed and the third held an unreadable expression.
I stand, throwing a smile to the audience and stride in the direction she left in.
Her dressing room.
The door was closed so I peeked inside. She was sitting on the sofa, her head thrown back looking up at the ceiling as she massages her temples.
As if sensing my presence she turns towards the door and my heartbeat quickens. I gulp seeing the look on her face. Her eyes were frozen over, void of any emotion.
She was like a completely different woman.
Within a second of assessing my face, her eyes softened to what they once were, the woman I married returning.
Was that a glimpse of the real her?
"Yes?" She whispers softly. Leaning her head back against the couch and closing her eyes.
"Are you a prude?" I ask with a smirk and her eyes snap open as she straightens herself up on the couch crossing her legs.
"I don't see why that's any of your business." She retorts her eyes darting in every direction but mine.
"It is my business. You are my wife but you get uncomfortable by my touch. So, I will ask again. Are you a prude?" A slight tinge covers her face. She stands as she comes to stand right in front of me.
"No, just someone who has a lot of memories to forget." She was going to pass me through the door however, I grip her hand and rotate her as I kick the door shut backing her up against it. Smashing my hand against the wall to entrap her.
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Teen Fiction"I wouldn't do that if I were you" She was frozen on the spot, so I made use of the opportunity. I slip off the ring on her left hand and place it onto her right, replacing it with the ring that meant she was mine. Mine. Mine to toy with. Mine to...
