THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Chapter 4

 

LAINE’S POV

Victoria had messaged me saying she wanted to hang out, just the girls and had assured me that Jennifer wouldn’t be there. Like. I. Cared.  After the debacle with Miles yesterday where he insulted me I thought I wouldn’t be in the mood. He almost came close to hitting me again  yesterday and I was not afraid of him. Not at all. I was afraid that I would hit him back. He invaded my personal space yesterday. Instinctively my reaction had been to just knock him out. But I didn’t of course, because the server was standing right there. It took me a lot of control not to punch him. But the server’s presence hadn’t stopped him from making a scene. After everything that happened yesterday I should be angry shouldn’t I? I should be enraged. All that should have been frustrating. It wasn’t. Because I didn’t even feel the fucking frustration. Maybe it was a good thing. Maybe it wasn’t. Anyway it didn’t stop me from saying yes to Victoria.

I stopped at the entrance. I was hesitant to go in. Miles had banned me from coming in his room. Not that I had any living desire to go to his room. I was happy to stay away from him. But right now I had no choice. Screw it. I went in. I had been in his room before so I was familiar with it. It was massive and still the same. And why wouldn’t it be. He hardly ever came to this house.  The same king size bed, the same masculine air, the same carpet, the same walls, the same disorderliness. I got a sense of déjà vu. The only thing I liked in his room was his book shelf. It was more like a book wall. The entire wall had been converted into a shelf and so many amazing titles filled them. I must not even have finished a quarter of them. When he wasn’t there no one could stop me from going in his room. And I did go to his room when he wasn’t home so I could read those books.

I was going through the titles when I heard the deep voice, “ I thought I had thrown you out of the room. And you are back here again? Wanna get thrown out again or something. Cause you know I’d be happy to do it.”

I turned around to face him and stopped short. Looked like he had just come out of the bath. Well! Woo freakin hoo! His hair was wet. He had dried his body but water droplets were still running down his legs. And he just had a towel wrapped around his waist. Did I tell you my husband was smoldering hot? Green eyes like that shone like emeralds. Chiseled face, perfectly shaped full lips. Even I did not have those. And the best part? His body. He had a six pack.  Looking at him made you think of having sex. Fast, rutting, hard sex where you just couldn’t get enough.  Mind you I said he made you think of having sex. Not me. Looking at him made me think of one of the worst nights of my life and the only other time I had seen his body. And that wasn’t a very good turn on.

“Like what you see?” He said cockily and smirked. That SOB.

“No, you are too pretty for my taste.”

“ So you do have a taste. Huh! I wasn’t wrong then. You are not the prude you showcase yourself to be.”

 Okay now I was confused. I couldn’t help but ask.“What do you mean I showcase myself to be prude? And what its okay for you to whore around but I am judged? Where’s the justice in that? 

“Oh! Please. Its not only your weird behavior where you act all high and mighty but your ‘oh- I- am- such- a- virgin- and -I -don’t- wear- anything- sleeveless’ clothes. You know you could do so much better wearing clothes that actually fit a billionaire’s wife.”

Seriously?! Did he just comment on my clothes? Where had that come from? I mean I just didn’t know what to think! And he had no right. Because he didn’t know. If only he knew. So I took the high road. Emasculating him.

“You really notice my clothes? Of all the things you could have said to me you comment on my clothes? Wow! living in London has really made you gay hasn’t it? Well good for the pretty little g-qwaks there. They have such a pretty member amongst them.”