Wrong Groom

Chapter 25 Why god?

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"What?" I scream rather too loudly for my liking.

He simply shrugs his shoulders and continues picking up the wrappers.

"Wait! Do you think something will happen?" He asks in a very sarcastic tone with underlying of mockery.

Kind of his tone made me feel a bit sad to be honest. I mean, am I that undesirable? Or is he just being a dick?

Thinking it would be more of the latter, I roll my eyes and reply, "As if, in your dreams mister. Whatever, the couch is very much comfortable. To be honest, I would even sleep in the cold hard floor, rather than sleeping on the same bed with you."

An expression of hurt flashes in his eyes for a second, then soon he covers it up with his usual cold stare.

"Wow, great then! Have fun on the comfortable couch then!" He air quotes the word comfortable and just leaves the room.

Still smelling of alcohol, I try to find the bathroom, to clean myself and sleep.

I still can't believe, this house is so huge and there isn't even a guest room. Also, after we get married, which room am I supposed to sleep. Shit!

With all these thoughts, I run upstairs, thinking probably he is in his room. I mean, I really have to clear this arrangement before our marriage.

God isn't the marriage in like five days! In which world was I living all this time?

I knock the first room, it had double doors, thinking it should be the master room.

After waiting for like five minutes, I could not hear any sound from the room, thinking maybe I am in the wrong room.

I start looking around. There were some other rooms, but the place looked very dusty. As if no one went in, also, there were white sheets and wood pieces all over the floor.

At that time, the double doors open up, smell of wood mixed with coconut hits my nostrils.

I look up to see it was none other than the guy who has the power to suck the happiness of my life.

But I don't know why my heart is actually racing now. I guess, it's because he is just in a towel, fresh out of shower and his V line is visible.

It didn't even strike me, I was openly checking him out.

"Ok! What's up with you Emma, you just told me that you don't want to sleep with me, to quote you, you said you would rather sleep in hard floor. Why are you here then, what? Can't sleep?" He asks with irritation.

I don't know why, my eyes got clouded for a second. I think it's the alcohol, I am being emotional.

Taking a deep breath in, I say, "No, actually the thing is that, I wanted to ask you something. Where would I sleep, I mean, we would be living in the same house, cause we will be married. But.."
My voice quivers in the end. Even tears start falling from eyes involuntarily.

I look up to him, he looks very confused.

This makes me more sad, he didn't even think about it. Maybe he thought, I would continue living in my house even after marriage. I mean, it's fine, I don't care. We are marrying cause of a stupid wish.

Not out of love, so who cares. Actually, why did I even come up. Suddenly I turn and start walking away.

He grips my wrist, being very frustrated now. I try to squirm away from his hold.