"Did I make myself clear, Paris?" He said and put a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I gritted my teeth in anger. He- no I'm the stupid one! How could i let him do that to me. Now he thinks that he has power over me.
"About what, Elias?" I crossed m...
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When I came back home, my wife was nowhere to be seen. I asked Tessa if she knew anything and she just told me that Paris went out a few hours ago, without telling her where or with who.
That made me angry and curious. What if- no, she wouldn't.
I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.
"The user you are trying to reach-"
"Fuck." I cursed and hung up.
Where the fuck is she?
I angrily made my way to my room. I took off my clothes and went into the shower. In the shower the water comes as a soothing cascade, as if I am within arms that flow and hug so gently. It reminds me of Paris's gentlness. How much I wanted her to be here right now-
Stop it Elias. You're going fucking crazy over her. Stop.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into my room. Putting on some trackpants and a t-shirt, I made my way downstairs with a big hope that Paris is finally home. And the moment I stepped into, the door opened revealing Ms. Campbell.
Should I be angry? Should I confront her? I didn't know what to say to her but I was definitely angry right now.
She walked in, with her head low, looking tired. Don't tell me she's drunk again.
"Where were you?" I asked coldly and crossed my arms on my chest.
She looked up at my face and I was stunned when I saw her red and puffy eyes. She has been crying...
"I- I was out." She brushed me off quickly and walked away.
Oh no no, she ain't getting out of it so easy.
I followed her to her room and got in without her permission. She turned around in surprise when I walked in. "Elias I'm really tired, can you please-"
"Why were you crying?"
Paris bit her lip and gulped. "It's nothing."
I rolled my eyes and tried not to get even angrier. "I'm asking you one last time. Why were you crying, Paris?"
She closed her eyes and face palmed. I waited for her to burst in tears but she didn't. She just walked to her bed and sat down.
"Don't tell me you went to see your fucking ex."
If she really did that, I would be really mad.
"N- no I didn't," she muttered. "It's even worse."
"What do you mean?" I asked and sat down next to her.
"My father."
Oh...
Not surprised.
Gilbert Armer was a fucking moron. Such a selfish, greedy person. I met him a few months ago and he didn't hesitate to give his daughter to me, a total stranger.
"He- he's just-" and as I guessed, she started crying. At first it were a few tears streaming down her face but I knew that it would lead to a waterfall. "I always knew that he didn't love me, that Adriana was his first property but when he asked me for dinner I really thought that maybe something changed. It didn't. It really didn't. As selfish as it sounds I even thought that this marriage would make him love me more," Paris chuckled mockingly. "But, it didn't."
I was boiling with anger. Seconds away from calling Matteo and ordering him to treat her father the same as her ex.
"You know what he said? He said that if I'm unhappy with you, that maybe we should break off this deal and you can marry Adriana again."
I widened my eyes. No! What the fuck? I don't wanna marry that spoiled, lying bitch.
"No, thank you." I said and she chuckled lightly. Finally I made her smile.
"Today was shitty as fuck."
"Do you want me to make it better?" I asked and sat even closer to her.
She looked at me and tilted her head. "How?"
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I can eat out your pussy."
She rolled her eyes and slapped my chest playfully. "Stop it, Elias."
"Why? That doesn't make you feel better?" I nuzzled my head in her neck as she giggled.
"It does but-"
I laid her on the bed while placing small kisses on her neck and tickling her stomach. She was laughing and trying to grab my hands so I can stop but she wasn't strong enough.
Since when do I do this type of stuff? Since when do I hate it when she's moody? Since when do I care if someone has hurt her?
"Stop Elias!" She said while laughing.
I pulled away to look at her trying to catch her breath.
"He said that if I'm unhappy with you, then maybe we could break off this deal..."
Her words ringed in my head.
Why did the thought of it made me feel- weird?
I felt like I needed to know the truth about it.
"Do I make you unhappy?" I blurted out.
Paris's smile dropped when she heard my question. I knew that she wasn't ready to answer it.
"Wh- what? I mean," she straightened up her posture. "You want me to be honest?" She asked and i nodded. "Well, at first I really didn't like you. I mean we both can agree how much of an idiot you were towards me. Always yelling, insulting, I really didn't like being near you. But this week, it's kinda different, you did so much things for me and- and I'm kinda thankfull. You know how I am, I always forgive people so easily," she scoffed. "But that's Paris, stupid or not, that's me." She gave me a weak smile.
It was enough of an answer. And I agree with everything she said. I was such an asshole at the start but then- after these past few events...I feel like I'm another person. I don't know why and how I changed.
