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"Always love me? Hmmp!"

Amelia turned her head away in disbelief. The length of her neck was exposed while she averted her eyes. I wanted to kiss along the lines of her jaw and coax her to look at me again with the same gentleness she had with the twins. However, the great actress was back after that slip and so, she continued with the indifferent attitude I was being punished with.

"You have a funny way of showing it. Is there something weird in the wind to make you act like this? Or maybe... something in the news that has pushed you into action? I have caught the attention of the impeccable Miss Garcia. Scared that this undesirable wife of yours will turn into the arms of someone else?"

Undesirable?

With Amelia, that was never the case. How could she say that when I'm here on top of her half-naked body; torn in between talking and the need to just ravage her?

I was about to touch her cheek when she faced me, her icy blue eyes challenging me. She asked, "Can't do well with a little competition?"

A competition?

"Do I have to compete?" I reluctantly pushed myself off of her. It was a conscious effort to keep my gaze leveled on her face when a much enticing view of the whole of her lies an inch lower than my raised chin. "Against that woman Garcia?"

"Why not?" With a push from her bound hands behind her, Amelia tried to sit up. Mindful of touching her, I kept my hands on safer grounds as I pulled her steady. "Am I not worth it?"

"You're my wife, Amelia." Married, we are one. We belong to each other. "Why should I compete for what is mine?"

Since talking was first on the agenda, I need to regain my senses and eliminate distractions. And her body was what I wanted to indulge in than talk about another woman. My fingers shook as I helped put her clothes back on. I was skillful at undressing her but not so good in dressing her up.

'Am I not worth it?'

I have been asking myself that on some occasion and the answer kept changing. The same question rung in my ears on the flight while I was sent to live with Arturo. Sporting a wounded hand, I stood before a dominating man barking at Simon to get me out of his sight. One year, two years until a couple more, nobody came for me.

'Am I not worth it?'

Damn it! I hate these thoughts. Ugly wounds that eat at me. I could treat them for days but with just a word, it bled more. Thoughts of inadequacy haunted me and trapped me in. I shouldn't entertain such thoughts now. Giving myself crisp slaps, I shove my demons inside the box.

Focus on the now.

The past has gone and I couldn't change it. I could only keep now.

"What are you doing?" Amelia's scream pierced my ears. "Stop it!"

I must have been slapping myself harder than I intended. My cheeks stung. Embarrassed, I hid behind her and got the key from my pocket to remove the cuffs. Once freed, Amelia quickly rubbed her wrists. Slowly zipping her dress, I stopped and leaned my forehead on her back.

"I admit my actions today was all because I am extremely jealous. And if you're asking me to face off with another woman then I'll have to say I'm sorry..." I kissed the soft skin of her back and hugged her waist.

"I never want to show you monstrous side of me but if that's the only way to prove to you that I love you, I'd hunt her down today." Amelia wanted to pry herself off my hold but I don't let her. I'm even scared to let her see the crazy look in my eyes right this moment.