“Has anyone ever told you how much of an asshole you can be?”“ Well, you never fail to remind me”“I'm glad you accepted it” she rolled her eyes at him while standing in front of him. It was quite dark, but she could still make out his facial features, and so could he.“You sent for me, sir Xavier”“Yes, I recall Miss Wilson” “Well”“Don't be in a rush. You don't seem like the busy type anyway” she scoffed at his reply. “Excuse you. I was busy” “Of course” “What do you want Xavier?” “Let's go in” he stated, walking past her as he made his way towards the house. Amelia was left too stunned to speakHe was the one who demanded they meet outside, and now she was finally here, he wanted them to go back in. His absurdness was just so unbelievable. He should have walked inside the house, and they could have had the conversation he wanted to have, but the fact that he had to send for her and still make her go in again made her want to stuff beach sand in his mouth.Xavier turned around
His CFS was also making him more frustrated. He was angry. He hated how restricted he was to do anything. Just when he was about to make his way to the door, he felt a strong migraine, and he fell to the floor in pain, crawling on the cold floor. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as he closed his eyes shut, trying his possible best to bear the pain.He fell to the floor once more in pain. Knowing fully well there was nothing to be done, he remained on the floor. His pills were way up the stairs, but he couldn't go up there. Staying there and waiting for fate was what he chose to do.His phone rang once more, but he didn't have the energy to get up to take it. He just laid there wallowing in pain, unable to do anything about it.Amelia held the phone to her ear and scowled when the call wasn't returned. She was going to tell him she needed him outside. It was none of her business if he came or not, she just wanted to let him know she could be as unbearable as he wasSigning in fru
“What do you mean by that?” “Don't worry your little head about that, darling”“Don't call me that” she snapped at him, and he smirked.“Anyway, I will be leaving now. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to keep your husband on the floor” he said, emphasizing the “husband” like he was trying to pass a message across, but Amelia wasn't understanding it.He smiled at her once more, before heading towards the door. When Amelia thought the creepy fellow was finally going to leave, he turned around again. This time his face didn't hold a smile or a smirk, it held anger and irritation.“A friendly reminder” he began. “No one takes what belongs to me," he muttered in a gruff tone and the only feeling Amelia could elicit was fear. “Oh and also don't forget to tell Xavier that Martin sends his regards” he added the last part with a smile and Amelia watched as he left.*Martin, that was his name* Amelia thought Inwardly as she slowly descended to Xavier's level. He looked calmer than he was minutes
Xavier sipped his tea, while Amelia kept staring at him. She had been like that for some time, staring across the dining table, not eating anything. Xavier chose not to show concern because he knew that if he asked her what the problem was, she wouldn't stop talking about it, and he wasn't ready for her garrulous nature.Xavier took another sip from the cup, and he noticed how she followed him with her eyes. It was beginning to be uncomfortable and Xavier couldn't take it anymore.“What?” He asked, and Amelia blinked rapidly.“Nothing,” she said and Xavier couldn't help but scoff at her response.“You have been staring intently at me for the past 5 minutes”“I was staring blankly into space, and you just happened to be there”“Are you serious?”“Of course”“Pathetic” he responded, going back to his tea and taking a sip once more. The tea was quite hot and that was precisely what he needed.“You don't seem like the type to drink tea”“How would you know that?"“I'm your wife, remember?”
“Can we go out for a walk?” Amelia said. There was silence afterward Xavier chose to keep her quiet and that was something Amelia hated about him. His occasional casual demeanor was always unbearable. Having her wait for his reply was so annoying. It showed how less important he saw her. “That isn't necessary, Miss Wilson,” he said. Amelia knew he was doing it on purpose just to make her angry. That was the motive of the whole formality. “What happened to our former agreement?”“What agreement?”“The agreement of sticking to Ami instead of Miss Wilson” “I never agreed to such a deal” “I made myself clear. You could at least give me some benefits. This marriage is under a contract and I get to do whatever is stated in the contract. Why can't you do mine?” she asked hands akimbo. “And you think you are doing a good job in keeping to my contract rules?”“ I always try my possible best and I can vouch for that”“Vouch for what?” Xavier asked, placing both of his hands in front of him.
She didn't know why, but Martin abruptly brushed through her mind almost immediately. With the way Xavier acted that day, it was certain there was an undying tension between both of themOne look at Xavier and she noticed the tiredness, anger, and hurt his face held. The phone had already stopped ringing. She walked towards him once more, stealthily, trying not to get punctured by the broken glass.Standing in front of him, she stayed with her hand akimbo, looking at him like a mother staring down at her child. Xavier didn't look at her, he was just too angry to do so. He just sat, head bowed and fingers supporting his head.“Now, will you tell me what the problem is?”“I'm not in the mood to do so” “I have every right to know because you made this place a pig style due to your anger,” she said and a sigh escaped from his lips. He was trying his best not to lose his mind due to her stubbornness.“You have no right to show exhaustion toward me. I am just as pissed as you could probabl
The night was still quite early, and Amelia was up. Sleep was far away from her eyes. She didn't see herself getting any of it. Tilting over to the other side of the bed, she sighed in exasperation, shutting her eyes once more, hoping the sleep she craved would come.When it was certain she wasn't getting any sleep, she slipped out of her bed and made her way to the bathroom, dragging her feet against the cold floor, not even caring to search for her flip-flops.She turned on the tap and let the water flow for a while before putting her face in it. She shivered slightly, exhaling from her mouth as the water caressed her skin. It was undoubtedly what she needed. She loved the way it soothed the discomfort. She looked at the mirror in front of her and smiled at her reflection. Her appearance was more appealing. Her pale skin appeared more appealing and less patchy than she had remembered.*Could Xavier be asleep?* She thought to herself and instantly felt the need to confirm. If he was a
“Eat up.” He ordered and Amelia scoffed. “And what if I don't want to?" She decided to prove stubborn just to piss him off. “Then you would have to wait for me to eat up before I can tell you why I sent for you,” he said with casual demeanor as he ate and it caused her to scowl at him in annoyance. Her inner self had initially leaped for joy at the thought of him caring about her enough to ask her to eat up, but Xavier in his nature just had a way of ruining her everything.“Absurd,” she said out loud, not caring if he heard her or not. She reached for the bowl of salad and Xavier looked at her confusingly with cocked eyebrows.“Vegetarian?”“Partially”“Is that even possible?”“To me,” she said, but the look on his face still held confusion, and sighed. “Whenever I feel sober enough to care about animals, I exempt meat from the meal, but occasionally I forget and eat meat”“Then that doesn't make you a vegetarian, you are just confused,” he chortled and Amelia felt the need to pour