Married to the Bad Boy

38

"I wouldn't worry if I was you,"

I looked to my side at Dominic, confused by what he meant. Most of the ride was quiet, or it may have been quiet as I lived under 20 minutes away from the city which meant the trip was short, especially at this time without traffic so we didn't have to make small talk.

"About?" I asked.

"Your husband, I'm sure he's fine."

"I'm not worrying," I said, even though my brain was racing at fifty thoughts per minute about why he wasn't there, where he could be, and whether or not I was worried or angry at him. So perhaps I was worried, or would you call this more anger.

"Good," Dominic said, turning on the indicator, the only noise in the quiet car before he turned around the corner onto my street.

"I didn't think you would be...but I had to say it."

"You didn't think I would be?"

"Of course, everyone knows about the great business woman Aedan Hart, I didn't think you would worry about something so trivial," he said as he pulled up into our long driveway. The engine purred as it went up the slight incline before it came to a smooth stop.

"Right, well thank you for dropping me...don't think this means I'm considering your proposed deal," I said as I opened the door.

Dominic chuckled, "Of course not," he said as I got out of the car, softly closing his door before I turned around when I heard him call my name.

"I do still get what I want though, so it's better if you agree for the deal before I...take it."

I could almost see the smirk on his face even though it was dark, no doubt he was being his cocky self again.

"In that case, you'll need my good luck," I called back as I turned around heading up the steps. The lights were off, apart from the one single light I had let on.

I stepped into the house, not even bothering to call Sterling's name as I knew that he hadn't arrived back here. Now that I was between closed walls I admitted that I was worried, because he had just...disappeared.

I was pissed, but worried, but mad. I looked out the door window to watch Dominic's car fully leave our property before I walked further into the house, kicking off my heels into a corner.

"Jerk," I muttered, and here I was thinking we were getting better.

It felt like we were taking ten steps forward and a hundred back, sometimes I just didn't understand him. But what hurt the most was that he was the only one I knew there and after the moment we shared I expected at least him to tell me where he was going.

I didn't need him to drive me home, I didn't need him to even talk to me through the night, I just needed to know where he was so I could make my own plans. To be left there, it was almost humiliating like I had gotten stood up, but by my own husband.

It was the lack of communication, how hard was it to simply tell me that he was busy and I had to go home myself, I didn't need him to hold my hand, I just needed him to tell me where he was going so I could make my own plans.

I slipped out of my dress as I walked into the bathroom, I needed a long hot shower. Normally they cooled me down when I was irritated and angry, the hot almost burning water always made me forget about everything else.

But somehow the fire inside of me was hotter and I was still annoyed when I walked out of the shower, I wasn't angry, I was just...disappointed.

Hell no, I was worried, disappointed, pissed of that I could stab him with a pen where it didn't hurt that much because I frustrated, annoyed, I could list every adjective at the moment and it would apply.