My eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the light in the room. Then i heard it.
A bit of shuffling in the corner and what sounded like a zip being closed. I sat up in the bed and let the covers roll off my shoulders and onto my lap then yawned. My eyes came upon the sight of Felix, busily packing something and my first instinct was to jump up and off the bed.
"Are you leaving?"
A small frown came onto his lips, "Yes"
"Where to? Forever?"
His frown widened then he sighed, "However long you want"
I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and stared back at him. It was only now that I realized two suitcases were packed, not one.
"Whose going with you? Because I would hardly pin you as the type to overpack."
"Who else would I go with on a honeymoon other than my wife" he stated knowingly. I hissed
"I'm not going so you can take some random woman you find off the street with you, okay?"
I had nearly forgotten the situation I was in and felt so internally humiliated. I got up, rushed to the bathroom, and ran for the toilet. My stomach emptied its contents and I heaved out in pain. Right, I was sick.
When i was through, i brushed my teeth and took a bath before wrapping my body in a towel and stepping out. I knew he'd be gone by the time i stepped out since when i entered the bathroom he , at least, respected me enough to leave.
Today he sat proudly on the bed and stared in my direction. I shrunk. I couldn't exactly scream and be 'saved' by the people who work for him so i stood there and gave my hardest glare.
"I wouldn't force you to do something you do not feel comfortable doing but-"
'You're going to force me anyway, right?"
he huffed out a big puff of air and shook his head agitatedly. i squinted at him and gave a pointed look. He didn't exactly have the right to be angry but i needed to stop, for the sake of my life.
"He says it's necessary so as to publicize the marriage and settle scores. I don't want to go either you know"
Not sure why but that stung a bit. Nevertheless, i walked to the wardrobe, pulled out whatever piece of clothing i felt first then went to the bathroom to get changed. I won't lie and claim that the rest of the day felt normal or that i wasn't on the edge with each move we made to go to the airport because i was frightened for my life with each step we took.
When we boarded the plane we were the only people in the cargo so i sat as far as i could from him and stared out the window as the white was engulfed by blackeness and a navy blue streak was born from it. Little dancing sparkles and finally, the moon. Oh how pretty everything looked and how splendidly gorgeous this moment would have been had i not been here right now, suffering.
Soon i fell asleep and only woke up when we had arrived. I knew cause there wasn't any movement but what confused me was why he hadn't just woken me up so we could get off the plane and go. Instead he sat staring at his phone until i shuffled around a bit and got his attention.
"You're awake? We should go then"
Without wasting much time, he came over to me and unbuckled my belt. I was still drowsy and simply waddled behind him as he descended the plane. Once out, we went to collect our bags, and immediately some men came to assist us. I guessed that they must be his men and didn't bother to say much.
Instead, I allowed myself to be driven to some hotel that looked magnitudes too beautiful to be real. It was dazzling with all these lights outside. It was evening and my stomach grumbled uncharacteristically.
Once we had parked, the hotel management came to collect our bags, help us sign in, and take us to the rooms, or so I had presumed. We were, unfortunately, only living in one room, together, as a couple which was utterly detestable.
I grabbed my luggage and placed it in a corner of the bedroom. "I'm not staying with you"
" Then where will you go?" He asked quite annoyed.
" Anywhere else"
"You're so unbelievably stubborn, do you know that? I'm only trying to protect you. You're going to have to learn to at least tolerate me you know, I'm not that bad. So please..."
"I have to be stubborn with the man that had me kidnapped, a lady has to protect herself somehow you know"
"And what do you think i'll do!?" He was fuming now with slow tentative steps towards me. i shrunk in fear and cowered to the nearest wall i could get to.
"Do you think i'll touch you?" he asked as his hand simultaneously stroked my exposed arm.
"...kiss you.." he asked as his hand cupped my face and forced me to face him, and let his head dip into my neck, inhaling hard and making me weak in my knees.
"..undress you?" He finished as he let his other arm go just below my knee high floral dress, just barely touching my skin.
"What is it!?" He whispered breathlessly. He didn't stop what he had been doing before though and inched closer to me.
"I've been telling you for the longest time that i don't intend to hurt you but since you refuse to isten. i'll just have to........"
He stopped and retracted his head from my neck then stared at me, looking deep into my eyes quite sorrowfully. Then he retracted his hands , cleared his throat and stepped back.
"Sorry, i shouldn't have touched you"
He turned his back to me and walked off to the living room. I noted that he hadn't brought any files or big bags of work. Instead, he just sat down and placed his head in his hands in frustration.
"I can't trust you that easily......." i stated as i walked into the living room. Then i stopped short in front of him and sighed. I'd probably regret this later but......
"Unless you explain it to me" i finished, earning a look from him.
"At this point, its not like i can go and blabber anything out to anyone, I'm too scared to die for that so you can guarantee that your word is safe with me.
He sighed.
YOU ARE READING
Becoming Hers
Romance~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What will it take for me to be the only thing on your mind?" He asked, tentatively pacing... slowly, dominantly up to me with a face full of unrecognizable emotion and his eyes deeply concentrating on mine. Not much, I thou...