Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 11

Finally! We have our Caitlyn 👆👆👫

Oh and I will hunt you down if you won't tell me, how's the new cover?!

I hummed a song while drying my wet hairs. I stopped and once again took a look of red colored bathroom. Red candles, red tiles, maroon walls and a black colored bathtub, every preparation was done for a couple in love.

I exhaled, admiring our honeymoon suite. I put aside the towel and decided to let them dry on their own. I walked into closet and walked to dressing table which held many accessories. 

Make-up? Eww, never. 

Caitlyn, stop! What has happened to you! 

But... isn't this what married women generally do to impress their husband?

To impress their half ones, Cait. Half ones, and you're sure that you don't want you half one's attention.

But, I want attention. 

Urrgh, just shut up! The fuck is wrong with me!

"Caitlyn, lunch is here!" Theodore called out, knocking on the door.

"Coming," I murmured and dressed myself into a tang top and shorts.

I threw over the new towel and dried my hair again before going out, in the room. I internally giggled with the new, crazy feeling bubbling inside me. I really was getting crazier.

I looked around in the room which was covered with white and red curtains, preventing sun rays to directly fall inside. It left a beautiful reddish glow in the room along with the fresh air that was blowing in the evening.

I walked to the window and gazed out, admiring the beautiful scenery below me. Sea green colored beach water with hundreds of people around it. The sweet aroma of bakery breads in the air and the alluring tinge in the air, everything was breathtaking. 

I shivered as the cold breeze hit  my bare arms and legs with ferocity. I exhaled and walked to the bed, instantly gasping after seeing a sprawled, sleeping Mr. Bradford. 

My eyes fluttered as I looked at his relaxed, innocent form. His always clenched jaw looked at rest now while he breathed evenly. I walked near him and plopped on the bed softly, leaning beside him.

"Mr. B— Theodore," I called out softly, not wanting to wake him up. But the food was getting colder with passing time.

We had reached don the afternoon here and it was almsot six in evening and the workaholic, lethal husband of mine was sleeping with a carefree face. He looked so beautiful and.. more young with his forehead not creased.

The pictures of his taut shoulders, fists, white knuckles, narrowed eyes and tight jaw were engraved in every cell of my brain but this was new. It had to be since I didn't know anything about him.