In The Midst of Trouble

Chapter 17

I woke up in an all too bad mood due to being utterly mistreated last night by my supposed ‘better half’. The worst part was that he made sure to keep me as far away from his body as possible in the bed and woke up earlier than me judging by how his side of the bed had gone cold. He must have gotten started for the big day ahead since I could hear some voices from somewhere in the house, and they are so loud given just how huge this house is.

After groaning and grunting loudly and not to mention childishly, I jumped out of the bed and dragged my feet out of the bed enroute to the bathroom. One semi-quick shower, facial routine, and other essentials later, I walked out wrapped in a towel still with a resting b-tch face. As I caroused through my clothing options, a bright idea came to mind.

I ought to wear something that will be turning heads today and I had the perfect combination.

I was ready and out of the room roughly twenty minutes later, a smirk plastered on my face. The voices were becoming louder as I approached the dining room. As I’d anticipated, all conversation and laughter stopped as soon as I stepped over the threshold. My mother’s jaw had slackened, and Jack’s eyes had grown as hard as marbles. Ignoring their obvious vexation, I walked over to my dad and kissed his forehead. He kept his eyes glued to his tablet that he used to read the news whilst sipping on a cup of coffee.

“Morning pops,” I said playfully before assuming the seat beside me.

He gave me a sideways glance. “Good morning to you too. That’s an interesting ensemble you have on. It suits you,” he said lightly, and I smiled at him.

“What the heck is wrong with you Keith?” my mother shrieked in horror. “Can’t you see she’s dressed like she’s going to visit a whorehouse?”

My dad rolled his eyes and sat up. “You said I should allow her to do whatever she wants, Vicky. If she wants to dress like a hooker then so be it. I won’t be saying nothing about that. I’ve seen too much in my lifetime and at the moment, I’d like to enjoy myself. I’ll leave the parenting to you,” he replied nonchalantly, taking a bite of his croissant.

Grinning triumphantly, I began to put some food on my plate. I could tell my mother had made this, no doubt with Gemma’s help. Conversation had halted as two pairs of eyes kept reprimanding me silently, but I just shrugged it off, trying as much as possible to revel in it and eat my food in peace. A few minutes later, as I took the last sip from my orange juice, I felt a tug on my arm.

I looked up and met Jack’s furiously blazing orbs. “I need to talk to you in our room, now,” he stated in a clipped tone and by the sound of it, there was no way I was getting out of this one.

I stood up by myself, but he kept his grip around my arm. “Sure, sweetheart.” Yes, my plan was working! After excusing ourselves, he pulled me out of the room before hoisting me up bridal style. A sound of surprise erupted from my lips as I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck. “What has gotten into you? Have you shapeshifted into a gave man?” I squealed.

He didn’t speak, went up the stairs and kicked our bedroom door open. Sam who’d been cleaning and tidying gasped. “Leave,” Jack barked, and she scrambled to gather the cleaning equipment and flew out of the door like a bat out of hell. He then proceeded to throw me onto the bed roughly and pinned my forearms down on either side of the bed, using his weight to press me down onto the mattress all while being between my legs. “What the f—k are you wearing?” he growled viciously.

I gave him an innocent look. “Clothes.” I had on what one might call suggestive dress, consisting of a pink sleeveless crop top, a black mini skirt with fishnet stockings and a pair of six-inch leather boots. If anything, I thought I looked splendid and ready for a day of fun!