I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Twenty One

Billie had picked up the habits of drinking and self destruction.

The more she and Matthew had relations, the more she drank.

The more she and Matthew had relations, the more she indulged in self harm.

She had stopped eating solid meals which resulted in her drinking on an empty stomach most of the time.

Their evenings would usually end with Billie trashing the room and crying over the toilet seat.

One time she stormed out of the room with stolen cash from Andrew and after countless hours of searching for her, they found her with black hair.

It had been a couple of weeks since seeing Denzel and there was no way to reach each other when Billie didn't even have a phone.

She missed him.

"Billie?"

"Hm?"

Andrew watched her sit at the round table, her chin resting in the palm of her hand. Her lifeless eyes were focused on the half empty wine glass in front of her along with a half empty bottle.

He walked closer before pulling out a chair next to her. A clanking sound from his watch hitting the table went off which was resulted by him putting his hands on the table.

"We should go somewhere, otherwise you haven't left this room in weeks."

"Haven't felt the need to, you know especially when there's someone always looking after me twenty four seven."

His hand reached to drag the wine glass away from her, "We could go to a restaurant or if you don't want to go anywhere outside of the hotel, we could go down to the casino."

"Where is all this generosity coming from?" sarcasm was laced in the tone of her voice.

"What's going on with you? I don't recognize you anymore."

She only sighed and shook her head prior to getting up, "I'll go get ready."

At first Andrew wasn't having her behavior at all.

Soon enough though he came to a realization that the more he'd be against it, the more crazy she went.

Each time he'd say anything to her, Billie would end up yelling and smashing stuff in their room.

There were times where he considered putting her in a psych ward but since that would risk his name getting stained, he figured not to.

After trying on five pairs of pants and all of them slipping off her hips, she settled for a loose, black satin dress with Gucci tights and black, chunky heels paired with silver jewelry pieces.

She stepped out and look over at her husband who only looked over at her and then got his wallet and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Are you going to gamble?"

"Probably," he eyed the dress. "And you should get something in your stomach."

"I'm good," she mumbled, following him to the door.

He opened the door and let her walk out first before locking it up. As the both of them walked to the elevator, he wrapped his arm around her waist from behind.

"What's going on with you, Billie?" both of them stepped in the elevator and Andrew pressed a button to the first floor.

She couldn't possibly open her mouth and tell him about how his own brother was taking advantage of her without risking her and Denzel's relationship.