Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XLVIII - Ponyo with the Family

Chapter 48

JAMIE:

I'll wait for your decision. 

Words of my father are still ringing on my ears. No matter how I tried to erase them, they still kept on coming back. My expression was hard and cold like a stone. I didn't know my heart was capable of expressing such dark feelings. But hell, I am feeling it now. 

Regret and anger mixed with sadness were emotions that continue to battle inside me. I just can't believe that they would do such a thing. Is everything all for money? I think I'm planning on buying myself a handcuff. I'm afraid I might kill the next person I see when I lose control. That I don't want to happen. 

"Mrs. Chance?" Bert called out, snapping my line of thoughts. "We just arrived at your home." I nodded in response and made my way out of the car. I don't even know if home is the right word. 

"Wait." Rose stepped out of the car and gave me a comforting hug. "Good luck." She whispered in my ears. I could feel the water trying to escape my eyes but I held it in and pulled away with a confident smile on my face. 

"Thanks." I smiled but I could feel it waver. 

"How about your other bags back at the trunk?" Michael asked. It was clear by his expression and actions that he am annoyed at the fact that I didn't agree on staying at Paris. I was tempted to slap him but you can't deny that he's just worried about me. 

Instead, I pinched him hard on the cheeks and giggled. "Just put them back in my room at Paris. I still have a couple of clothes left here." 

"But you are coming back to Paris, right?" He asked hopefully. My giggles dropped into a weak smile. The confident smile was no longer there as well as the water in my eyes. It was all replaced in a hard and cold expression. 

"I don't know." I sighed. "I don't really know." 

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"It's nearly midnight, where have you been?" Greyson asked. He was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. From his actions, he looks like an angry husband but if you look into his eyes, his expression is similar to mine.

I didn't respond and just took a seat in front of him. After a few moments of silence, I managed to choke the next words. "I went to Paris." 

"Well why didn't call me?" He asked in a monotone voice. "You're my wife.You should tell me on where you are going." 

I swear, that made a nerve pop out of my head. "So I can't go to places where I want to go, is that it?" I scowled. "Do I have to call you even if I'm just going on a trip to the bathroom?"

"No." He said in a gentle tone but his face was hard. "I was just saying that you should tell me where you are going. I mean, look at the time, Jamie! You came home this late! Who wouldn't be worried!"  

"5 hours! 5 freaking hours is all it takes just for me to travel from LA to Paris." I reasoned. "It should be 10 hours but I took our family's private jet just to get here fast! And what? This is how you greet me?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. All I'm asking is that--" 

"No. You listen to me, you wanna know why I went to Paris? You wanna know why?" I pointed menacingly at his chest which made him back down a few steps. "I went to freaking Paris to find answers why my family hates yours. And why do they hate your family? Because your idiot of a father just gambled a family's treasure to freaking Las Vegas!"