Chapter 6

~Jacqueline’s POV~

Daisy held the glass in her hand and swirled the juice in it. She slowly drank it until it finished. I watched her while holding my glass. I raised the glass to my mouth and took a sip out of it. The boys had finished theirs as well as the biscuits they were given.

Unlike my drink and every others’, Daisy had added a shot of tequila to hers. She didn’t want to create a bad impression for her sons. The twins sat tiredly on the chair, swinging their legs back and forth. I traced the mouth of the glass idly with my finger.

“Jackie!”

I raised my head and glanced at Daisy. I smiled faintly.

“How many children do you and Rex want to have?” She asked playfully.

Children? For him? I can’t see myself letting him kiss me not to talk of carrying his child.

“Well, we—.” I mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Uncle Rex.” Michael said happily.

I turned to the side and saw him. He had his eyes on his phone. He had two boutique bags in the other hand. He looked away from the screen and glanced at everyone. He hummed and had his gaze on me.

“You’re back early.” Daisy said jovially.

“I had nothing useful to do at the company today.” He replied plainly, still looking at me.

Our eyes met and I looked away immediately. I stood up without making eye contact.

“I will-will go and keep—.” I mumbled.

“The maids will do that.” He said flatly.

I flashed a glance at him. Phew! He wasn’t looking at me anymore.

“Shouldn’t you guys be on your way? Alex will be back soon and wouldn’t like it you drive late.” He noted.

“You’ve a point. I don’t want him to get upset.” She said as she stood on her feet.

“But we’ve been waiting for Uncle Rex to come back. Can’t we stay a little longer?” Evans asked childishly.

“Can we, Mum?” Michael supported.

Daisy shook her head. The twins sighed and wore a sad look.

“But you will pay us a visit. Won’t you, Jackie?” She suggested.

Me? How did I get drag into this? I looked at Rex, seeing his approval. He acted as if he didn’t hear a thing.

“Jackie?” She called my attention.

I bit my lips and stayed mute.

“It’s under probability.” He replied coolly.

“Okay.” She said calmly,

“It was nice to meet you, Jackie.”

I reciprocated in a nod. The twins waved goodbye at him and purposely ignored me. Was I actually that invisible? One of the bodyguards held the door open for them and closed when they left completely.

Rex heaved and looked at me. I glanced at the bags he was holding.

“These are for you.” He said plainly, holding them out.

I glanced at him and the bags he held out.

“What is in it?” I asked curiously.

“Why don’t you see for yourself and stop asking me dumb questions?” He replied sarcastically.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” I said firmly, unsure if I was intimidated or tired of this drama.

Rex groaned annoyingly and dropped the bag angrily on the floor. It was obvious he was pissed off.

“I didn’t waste most of my time trying to get your clothes and some things you would need.” He retorted, raising his voice at me.

“I didn’t ask you to get me anything. All I want is to go back to my flat and live my life the way it has always been—away from you.” I shot back.

Rex’s facial expression became colder. He raked his fingers through his hair and said nothing. Now, I was beginning to regret the outburst.

“If you don’t like, you can return them to the boutique yourself. Let me see how that works out without you leaving the house.” He said icily.

Without leaving the house? Was I being held captive?

“I’m not your prisoner. I can leave whenever I want and there is nothing you can do.” I dared him.

He sniggered at me.

“Good luck with that. I would love to see how that turns out.” He scoffed.

Rex signalled Cameron, who stood at the end of the room. They both left the living room and walked towards the corridor underneath the staircase. I had my eyes on them until they were out of sight. I looked at the bags on the floor and pondered on what he had said.

~Rex’s POV~

Ungrateful, self-centered, who does she think she is? I regret why I had to marry her. If it wasn’t for this stupid inheritance, I wouldn’t think twice and just stayed single.

Cameron had walked in front of me and stopped once he got to the door leading to the basement. He pulled it open and let me walk through first. He closed the door behind and walked behind me. The sobbing soothed mood. Torture, never sounded better.

My bodyguards had tied the maid that bullied Cupcake earlier to a chair. She was gagged. I walked towards her and crouched down in front of the chair.

“Untie her but leave the gag on.” I instructed Peter, the closest to the chair.

He replied in a nod and did as I had instructed. The maid quivered in fear when she saw me. She mumbled as tears ran down her cheeks.

“You thought I wouldn’t know?” I said, wearing a smug smile.

She quickly shook her head. I stretched my hands and used my finger to partially wipe off the tear on her face.

“You knew the rules yet you chose to go against it.” I said calmly. My hand held her jaw.

“You shouldn’t have cross the line.”

She muffled again. I turned a deaf ear and stood on my feet. I turned to the side and saw the steel drum. Jason, one of my bodyguards, poured a bag of ice in it. I could see the cubes floating on the water from where I stood.

“Take her to the drum.” I said.

She muffled even louder. I grinned gleefully as I watched her struggle to break from their grip. I undid my cuffs and adjusted the sleeves of my shirt.

“Stop!”

Cameron and Peter let go of her. She stood in front of the drum. I stood beside her, held her head and put her face into the cold water. I let her stay there for a minute and raised her head. The gag had loosened and hung loosely on her neck. She gasped for air and panted.

“Feels refreshing, doesn’t it?” I taunted her, seeing the fear in her eyes.

She shook her head frighteningly.

“I want words not gestures.”

I put her head back in the water and raised it out again. Her face was slightly turning blue.

“You don’t want to talk, don’t you?” I threatened.

I held her head, stalling for sometime. I was about to put it back there again when she cried.

“I’m sorry.”

I smiled triumphantly. I let go of her. She looked at me frighteningly.

“I-I didn’t mean to pour the bucket of water on her.” She confessed. She hung her head, too scared to look at me.

As much as I dislike Jacqueline, nobody bullies her except me. I walked towards her. My fingers caressed her face. I raised her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“You really shouldn’t make me angry. I can be sweet and also dangerous. Don’t think you’re above her. Whatever that night between us was just nothing. I was just bored and wanted to have a little fun. Try not to go pass your boundary again.” I said as I patted her cheek.

The maid replied in a nod. I walked away from her, towards the door. I slid my hand into my pocket and searched for my pack. F**k! I had left it in the office. I guess I’ll have to drink wine without it.