Dead Beat ✔(Editing)[1]

Chapter 12 : Fire & Ice (new)

It was getting late in night and after the heck of a marriage, I just didn't want to think about anyone but rest whole day and night. I removed my dress and the ring along with the pendant. My gaze landed at the ring which he had proudly kept around my fingers.

I hated it with every fibre of my body. If I didn't fear the outcomes, I would have thrown it in on his smug face and said 'fuck off' but alas, that was not the fucking case this time. I just knew in myself that it was the right decision to take. I couldn't let Dray worry or suffer more because of persons in my life.

First, he had to fall in love with my best friend and then she had to run away without a notice. It was just too much for my elder brother. I just couldn't take the chance of jeopardizing his whole life because of my one decision, no matter what Jake and Samantha or any other person thought of my reckless decision.

Speaking and placing yourself in other's shoes is much easier than being in that position really. How could I ever take the chance of having my brother behind the bars without any crime. I couldn't help but fear the actions o the very man I married.

According to the story spun by me and only me, we were in love since past one year.

My gaze fluttered towards the heavy gown that laid dead on the floor. Its value lessened even more for me and I kicked it aside with my foot. I hated it. It took me my ego to admit that it was indeed pretty but useless.

Theodore Bradford in bridal dress

As soon as this thought appeared in my mind, the involuntarily image piqued up and I ended up chuckling.

I took a fast shower and strode out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around myself. I walked timidly into the new surroundings. My eyes widened as I took in the size of walk in closet. It was as big as my kitchen and half of the room. 

Fuck,

Who would in his sane mind waste space on this?

I rolled my eyes and tried to get some clothings for myself. I rolled over the translucent cover and peaked inside the right side, blue colored almirah. Men suits.

I sighed and opened the left side drawers, again men. I jumped out of my skin as the door suddenly opened. My throat went dry out of fear while I cupped the wooden almirah beside me tightly.

Footsteps appeared and I exhaled in relief as I saw the familiar face of the man I was married to. Hell, I had forgotten that I would have to share his room with him. I didn't even have a room for myself.

For the second time tonight my eyes widened as I looked down at myself. My hands tightly wrapped around the towel while I looked at him furiously. 

"You should have atleast knocked or waited till I wou—" 

"Not my concern. You should have locked." He muttered dryly, looking away from me as he worked with his blazer.

My hands clenched tightly as he removed his blazer and his fingers played with his tie.

"I locked the door." I hissed digging glares at him.

He oh-so-slowly looked at me with his raised eyebrow and frowned.

"I forgot that I had to share my room with you. Didn't think before unlocking bathroom, it's okay." And then, he looked away, opening the buttons of his shirt.

I exhaled harshly and dug my nails into the skin of my hand with the force that, I was sure, could cut my skin. 

 I quietly looked through the drawers but did not find anything. I let my ego down for a minute and turned to him.