Marriage?

16: Make her uncomfortable; die.

CHAPTER 16: Make her uncomfortable; die.

*sensitive and violent content ahead. Do not proceed if you have a weak heart or do not like these kinds of content. I will be marking where it starts.*

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-    Calvin Richards   -  

“If you feel uncomfortable with someone, I’ll make sure they never breathe the same air as you, carino. Got it?” I said making her look at me shocked with my attitude and promises. 

The following ride after that was silent as she couldn't speak anything and I restarted the car. The car went on, crossing streets, houses, hotels and many other attractions of the city. I saw her look out the window, staring at the city lights which reflected on her flawless face. 

I sensed what was going on in her mind. It was obvious that she was analyzing and overthinking about my attitude towards the situation that happened at the event. Questions like, “did I ruin his reputation?” Or “is he mad at me for ruining an event for him?” but little does she know that her dignity matters to me the most. I don’t care about some event or the little commotion that happened there, because my reputation can be revived but a trauma that she faced would always leave a mark behind – and I don’t want that. Even though I have told her about it, I know she wouldn't believe it entirely. 

She always cares about my reputation but little does she know about the hurricane that was blown in my heart when I witnessed that motherfucker touch her with his nasty ass hands. I still can't get that picture out of my head. It still disturbs me, and  then she says that she kept entertaining him just because he was my client. I don't care if he is my client because I wanted to crush his head with that glass of wine kept there and peel his skin with the pocket knife that I have – we are gonna do that in the warehouse later though, but the urge still doesn't end. 

I looked at her again through the rearview mirror. Her eyes were a little sad and a small pout was formed on her lips. It was obvious she was overthinking, looking at how her hands were lightly scratching her palms. 

Then I felt bad. I nearly shouted at her. I need to apologize. I looked back on the road so that I wouldn't get distracted too much. 

“Bella..” I called out softly and she hummed, turning her head to look at me. 

“I’m sorry for shouting at you. I can’t help it when I’m angry.” I said, briefly looking at her through the mirror. 

“It’s okay..” she softly said, “you were worried about me, and that's what matters. And your anger was justified. I understand.” I love her consideration and understanding nature. 

“Glad you understand.” I replied, “but still I’m sorry because I did shout at you.” and I could feel a smile on her face. 

“No worries.” She replied with a smile. 

I heaved a sigh as I felt good after getting the confirmation that she’s okay. 

With the corner of my eye, I looked at her rubbing her hands on her thighs. Is she feeling cold? 

I turned the heater on as in all the rush I forgot to do that. I could feel her relax once I did that. 

One thing that I notice is that she isn't verbal about her needs. Only when she’s asked, she would express them. The same goes with when she feels uncomfortable, depending on the person or the environment she is in. Even though she is bold, this quality still stays in her, which I don't partly like when it is shown to me. I mean, I'm here to fulfill all your demands, not to sit around and see you unsatisfied and uncomfortable.