Oblivious To Love |ON HOLD|

Chapter 10

My eyes fluttered open with the banging of the door. I squinted my and took in my surroundings. I am on a bed. I am on a bed. How am I on a bed? I am pretty sure I slept on the most comfortable couch present in the entire world. Note the sarcasm. Did Christian carry me here? No he wouldn't. Why would he? He wouldn't touch me even if I were dying. It's almost like he thinks I'm... contagious. I was sleepwalking. Yep, that's it. But you never sleepwalk- Shut up. I did this time. Alright? Alright.

Talking about Christian, where is the dear husband of mine? I snorted. The word alone seemed foreign lingering in my mind. Yep, this is my luck. After everything I've been through, every pain, every suffering, every fear- no, stop it. What are you doing, Alessandra? You're not supposed to beat yourself with the past. Let's not think about that at the moment, shall we? It's alright. You're alright. Nothing happened that night. I blinked away the tears that threatened to fall and groaned in my pillow, when a sticky note stuck on my nightstand caught my eye.

"Be ready by five. My parent's house. Pack all of your stuff, we'll be leaving to my penthouse after the night. And yeah, don't look like some homeless chit. Clean up nice."
-C.

OH MY GOSH. I totally forgot about today! HOW COULD YOU FRICKIN FORGET ABOUT TODAY, YOU FUDGING IDIOT! I glanced at the clock which showed half past two. Calm down, you have time. But how can I fudging calm down? What if they don't like me? What if they look right through me? What if they figure out the marriage is a pawn? Christian would kill me if I mess his plan up. No- he wouldn't just kill me, he'll gauge my eyes out of my sockets, plunge a dagger through my throat, and rip my heart off my rib cage. Okay, now you're overreacting. You're making him sound like some psychotic sadist. But well, that's what he is. He knows how to inflict pain on people. Not physically, but emotionally.

Damn, I need a warm shower. I walked into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes. Getting comfortable in the jacuzzi, I laid back and closed my eyes, letting the warm water wash my thoughts out. Now this is peace.

Drying myself up, I dressed in a knee-length navy blue coloured dress. It had an illusion neckline and trumpet three quater sleeves. It was tight below the chest with a white rhinestone belt and then flowed like a tulle. I straightened my brown hair, wore my opera length pearl necklace, and finished my look with white ballet flats. I glanced at the time. One hour to go. Enough time to grab my stuff and shove it in my suitcase.

By the time I finished, the suite's door opened and in walked Christian with a brooding look on his face. As if it was any different the other day. Or the day before that. Or the day before the day before that. Or the day- Okay. We get your point. No, I meant not we. I meant I get your point. Gosh. What I mean to say is, I get my point. Oh God, stop it, Alessandra. You're talking to yourself. How pathetic is your life?

Not even sparing me a glance, Christian took out his clothes from his suitcase and made a beeline for the bathroom. I sat on the bean bag in the lounge and started scrolling through my instagram. A few minutes later, Christian came out in a light blue button up shirt and jeans with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Goodness, he's definitely worth drooling. Wai- what? Shut up, conscience.

"Come on, let's go." He muttered without looking at me and went out the suite. Jerkass of a husband. I hastily got up and caught up with him in the hallway.

"What about all the stuff?" I asked.

He met my eyes for a second and then replied with a hard edge, "The bellboy will take care of it."

"Could have said that a little nicer." I mumbled under my breath and followed him out the building. It's almost like he's a sociopath. I mean, he could at least try to converse like a normal human being but noooo- he'd rather talk to a fudging guinea pig than talk to me.