A Proper Woman

4

I woke up at exactly four in the morning to the sound of running water and no one besides me. Stretching, I got out of the bed and made my way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

On my way there, I bumped my big toe onto furniture twice in a row. I had to cover my mouth before profanities came flying out.

Getting into the kitchen, I got my glass of water and went back into the room to see Omirion with water dripping down his body. His lower half covered with the towel allowing me to see his six pack.

He was indeed handsome. His locks were wrapped into a huge bun on top of his head as I observed his facial features more.

"Are you just going to stand there staring." He broke the silence as he proceeded to dry his body and get dress.

I took a seat at the foot of the bed, my eyes never leaving him. "What? Can't a woman admire her husband?" I asked with a smirk.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he chucked. "You'll get to admire this body in more ways than one," he said, putting on his shirt.

After drinking my water, I went into the bathroom to get my day started. I was already dressed in one of my improved dresses but was staring at the mirror.

I wanted to put back my earrings but couldn't help wonder if it was too soon. Deciding to not wait longer, I put them in.

I could still remember the day when my father caught me sneaking back into the house with my new piercings. He nearly flipped my entire room inside out in rage. The marks I received from the belt buckle was still on my back.

Chuckling at the memory, I put in the last one. Still, it made me angry that my mother did nothing that night. She only stood by his side and watched as her husband nearly beat her daughter to death.

Smiling at my reflection, I exited the room and made my way to the kitchen. When Anne saw me, she gasped and her eyes widened.

I smiled at her. "What? Didn't your mother teach you that it was rude to stare?" I asked, watching as her hand immediately wrapped around her skirt.

"I'm sorry madame. It won't happen again," she said in a sickly sweet voice, almost mocking me.

I looked her up and down and walked around her. Her attire was a bit skimpy and since this is now my home, I should be able to put things in order.

"There's something about your outfit I don't like," I said, tapping my chin and pretending to think. "I don't know if its the length of your dress or maybe the amount of cleavage you are exposing."

She gasped and folded her hands around her chest. "This is Mr. King's home and therefore you have no right to speak about my outfit, especially when you're wearing such a tight dress."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I can wear whatever I want since I am his wife, but you on the other hand," I pointed at her clothes. "You look like you're trying to seduce him."

She opened her mouth to say some but decided against it. She stomped her foot and angrily walked away.

Letting out a laugh, I walked towards the fridge and proceeded to make myself breakfast. A simple cheese sandwich should keep me filled till lunch.

I didn't want to be bitchy towards Anne, but I wasn't wrong. I already knew that they were sleeping together and she shouldn't be dressing like that in a married man's home.

When I was all done making my cheese sandwiches, I slowly ate them up. Cheese made anything better instantly.

Now that I was in a happy mood, it was time to look around this house. Maybe I would find something interesting to keep me occupied.

None of the rooms had anything which grabbed my attention and I was becoming bored. I didn't want to go back to sewing clothes as I was giving my fingers a break.

Taking a left turn down the hall, I was met with what I assumed to be an office. Not bothering to knock, I simply strolled in.

"Don't you know to knock before entering?" Omirion asked from his desk. I scoffed at the question before going to the seat in front of him.

"Well since you don't, I figured why should I," I said, crossing my legs. He immediately looked up, surprised at my response.

"Don't think that because you're married to me you can speak in such a tone and take off those earrings. No woman of mine should have such piercings on her in the first place."

I rolled my eyes even though he wasn't looking at me. Yes, I am his wife but that doesn't mean I am not my own person.

"Why should I remove my piercings just because you don't like them? You were the one who chose to sign the contract with my father," I smiled, watching how he clenched his jaw in anger. "What are you going to do? Throw me out perhaps?" I suggested.

He slammed his fist on the desk but it didn't affect me in the slightest.

"You really don't want to make mad, Latvia," he spat out my name. "Because if you knew what I'm capable of doing, you wouldn't dare utter a word to me."

This was the reaction I was craving from him. The look of anger and frustration on his face suited him really well.

"Oh, darling," I said dramatically, brushing my hand against his fist. "Looks like you can't handle me. Well you wanted a proper woman, now you have one."