Chapter 6

Emillia

I don't know when I fell asleep but when I woke up Sebastin was starring down at me like I was his prey and he was ready to pounce and devour me.

“What you are doing is rude,creepy and disturbing.”I inform him as I pushed the blanket off me.

My eyes gaze to the window where light was sleeping in through the spaces between the curtains.

“Why did you get married to him?”

I give him a lazy look but I don't open my mouth to respond.

After fleeting seconds of silence,he let's out a low chuckle. I frown.

“Is it your habit?”He raises his brows.”Walking into people's room like that.”

He shrugs and goes ahead to sink into the bed.

“Jesus Christ,Sebastian!” I scream,shoving myself out of the bed.

“It's not like you've done anything here already.”He replied,his voice flat.

“Where is your brother?”

“He's gone.”

My stomach falls at the statement and my body goes still. 

“Gone,like...he left or left us?”

He laughs.”He left last night.He was supposed to be here by now but you never know.He might have actually left us.”

I choose to ignore the last part of his statement.

“Emillia?”

I stop right before the door I assume led to the bathroom.

“Why did you get married to Gregory?”

I pause.His voice sinking into my head,goosebumps rising on my skin.

I step forward.”What is it that you want to say?”

“Oh,a lot.How naive you're being,how stupid this whole thing is-”I get ready to comment on it but he continues. “...you want him.”

I bite my tongue.I do want him,I want him to touch me,hold me,pin me down,use me in every way he can think of.

“But you could have had him at a bar.You did not have to take his name.”

“Sounds like someone is jealous and mind you,you know nothing."

He laughs."I watched him grow,don't yiu think I'd know more about his mannerism than you do?"

I don't reply to that because he was not wrong.

“You're a good catch,to be honest.Your body looks like you've come out of a por-”

“Hell if you finish that statement I'm going to kill you.”

He laughs again."For a Catholic girl,yiu sure it's okay for you to use the word 'hell' so casually?"

I shrug.

“You are short sighted.” He states randomly.

“Wow,and I was wondering why your face seemed distorted.”

“You want him as a man but have you thought about him as the father of your children?”

My eyes lock with his for a longer period that i had intended.So far neither of us looked ready to surrender the battle of glaring.

I break the contact first when the door opened and Gregory walked in.

“I'm sorry I didn't inform you I was leaving.”

That did not matter as much as the blood on his shirt did.

His eyes follows my gaze.”A friend of mine got injured at work,he's at the hospital though “

He works at a damn company,I don't think a papercut could make someone bleed that much but what do I know?

“Leave before your body gets carried out of here.”

“First the wife threatens me,then the husband.Perhaps you two are truly meant for each other.”

Sebastin locks eyes with me once more before walking out.

“What did he say?”

“Called me short sighted.” I state shortly to brush off the topic.

“I'll get changed so we can leave.”

“We're going somewhere?”

“You said you don't want to live with other people.”

He kisses my forehead and then proceeds to the bathroom.

I let put a shaky breathe and return into bed.Sebastin's word stuck in my mind,turning and turning so much that it made me light headed.

About an hour later,we were in his car.

“You okay,wife?”

I simply nod.

His eyes remained on me.

“The road,Gregory!”

“Are you okay?” He repeats the question,voice dangerously low.His eyes still on me.

“I skipped my morning coffee that means I'm not a person yet.”

His eyes return to the road and I let out a breathe of relief.

“Where did you get all that information about my family?”

“Oh,that.My bestfriend.She's a doctor now but she minored in something that actually comes in handy when it comes to stalking.”

He hums in reply.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.

I blindly,stupidly got married because I wanted to have sex.Something that has not happened upto now.

Do I want kids?And if I do,does he want kids?We discussed nothing that actually pertained to marriage and-

“We're here,”he announced.

He went around and opened the door for me,helping me out. He picked up a bag from the back seat and I allowed him to lead the way.

Watching the bag,I realized how much unprepared I was for marriage. I did not even carry my belongings from home. I just walked out,and if anything happens-

“You're awfully thinking,Emillia. What is it?”

I hesitated and I felt his muscles tense up.

Frustration?Anger? I couldn't tell.

When I stepped inside,he pushed the door and pinned me against it. The bag dropped next to my feet.

“Are you going to say it or do you want to me to make you.” He wasn't angry,at least his voice told me that.But there was something.An emotion I still couldn't put a word on.

“Grego-” The words died on my mouth when he buried his face in my neck and let out a noise of satisfaction.

I grabbed at his shirt,trying to pull his body closer to mine.

My heart beat faster and harder against my chest when he started to kiss me.One of his hand fondling with my breast.

I wanted to touch him,to feel him and so I did.I allowed my fingers to travel underneath his shirt,feeling every muscle.

“One…two…three..”I counted his packs.

He pushed his leg in between my thighs and I let out a low moan,feeling the fabrics brush against each other.

I stop counting,I couldn't count anymore,the air I now breathed was just him,my thoughts were filled with anticipation of what he would do next.

He holds my face and turns me to face him.

“Gregory..” His lips pressed against mine.

So warm,so soft,so torturously slow.

I slide my hand to his side,to hold unto him.

Then I touched it,something hard,firm.

Sure his body is firm,but this was different.

I open my eyes.

“Wh…what is this?” I asked breathlessly.

His hand finds mine.

I pull it out.

My eyes goes wide as I stared down at the object in my hand.

“Why on earth do you have a gun?”