Amelia POV
I woke up to reality when I heard a knock on the door. I suddenly rubbed my eyes, went to the bathroom to take my wedding clothes of and pull my hair into a messy bun. I left the bathroom and marched to the doors as fast as my aching legs could. I opened the door only to see Valerie with some bags in hand. She stretched her hand to give me the bags and I took it.
"These are from Mr. Bannerman. He bought you clothes since you have nothing to wear." She said looking at the dress that covered my feminine figure. Her eyes bore irritation but for what was she irritated? I didn't press on it too much and turned to leave whiles stretching my left hand to close the door. She stopped me by saying, "Wait", and I turned to look at her." His mother, Mrs. Bannerman said you have to come down to cook because I'm sick." She said. Nothing in her spoke sick. She was perfectly fine with those heals on and that tight dress. Also, her face contained a lot of makeup. James came out of no where and I heard a moan from Valerie. This moan was filled with so much pleasure. What just happened. I looked down and saw James' hand on her butt. What the hell. He removed it immediately he saw me looking at it. I couldn't help but feel a pinch of jealousy in my heart. Why was I feeling jealous? I should have expected it.
"I will take my leave." Valerie turned and bumped into my husband's chest. The stayed in that position for a while looking at each other before he gestured with his head for her to leave. She slow walked while shaking her butt. Who was that meant for? I turned my head and looked at James who was licking his lips and eying her butt. The jealous I felt returned but I wasn't going to let it take over. I broke his gaze on her butt by saying,
"Won't you come inside?" I said making way for him to come in. He was holding some papers in his hands and upon me asking, those papers left his grip and fell. He snapped out of his gaze and took the papers from the floor. He looked up and met my gaze.
"What are you doing there? Move." He said and I moved. He got inside and I held his arms before he could pass. He remove his arm from my hands roughly and turned to look at me. His eyes held anger, but that didn't scare me one bit.
"Were you just flirting with the girl?" I asked the obvious but I still needed his confirmation. His eyes turned into amusement and his lips raised into a smile.
"Why would ask that? You know I only have eyes for you." He said and started laughing. I know it was meant to be a joke, but something about it made my heart ache with pleasure. As if he could read my mind he said, "Oh, don't flatter yourself. It was only a joke which you didn't laugh at. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't you be in the kitchen? If yes then leave. I have important work to do." He said and I left not wanting any arguments to rise. I walked through numerous of corridors and found a stair that lead to the hall. I descended it with ease. I took my last steps and walked to the hall and to the kitchen where I found Mrs. Bannerman observing the maids who were cooking. I cleared my throat to make my presence known and she turned to face me with a smile on her face.
She walked over to me eying the dress I was wearing with displeasure. Her smile was fake, but I cared less about it. I also gave her the fakest smile I could muster with my mouth.
"Hello, Amelia. I can see you are ready to take over," she said sarcastically still looking at the dress I was wearing. I was wearing some sweatpants and a crop top which I wore under my wedding dress. The dress was revealing but I cared less. "Has nobody told you to be all covered when you leave your room? Look at you. You are showing too much skin. Even your navel is showing. Go dress up", she said and gestured with her head for me to leave. I left again not wanting to create more drama done there was.
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Home Sweet Home
Ficción General******* "I never new you were coming here", James said sounding shocked by my arrival. There was another emotion which was very clear in his voice, anger. How could a womanizer like him be called my husband? " Yes, you never know. I guess God showed...