Chapter 7: Clingy

Clingy

Hours after what happened, I woke up inside our room. I am alone...again. I am not sure if Ismaiah left again after he brought me back here, I don't even know if he's the one who brought me here but I was at least expecting him to be beside me the moment I woke up as my husband!

I blankly let my eyes stayed at the ceiling. The feeling of fear inside my chest already subsided but the trembling of my hands started to annoy me again.

I was close to being dead hours ago. How am I supposed to react after that? I don't even know why someone is threatening my life right now.

I am not in a good terms with my father and obviously is much more farther than where he is yet the danger is still behind me, just waiting for a perfect time to hit me.

Good thing the hitter is stupid, he missed to shot me. Or is it intended? But why? I don't know, I don't want to think about it anymore.

My eyes immediately darted towards the door when I heard it creaking. It drawn Ismaiah's lean and big frame, looking all serious while staring at me with a tray of food in his hands.

My face scrunched up after meeting his eyes. So he's here? I thought he doesn't care about his wife and just left without even waiting for me to wake up.

"You're trembling," he swiftly sat in front of me after putting the tray on the nightstand.

He then reached for my trembling hand and gently caressed it, like he's soothing a panicking child.

I won't lie. It calm me down a bit. The warmth of his touch unexpectedly gave me a feeling of security. Like no one would dare to hurt me as long as he's holding me.

"Did you find the guy?" I queried after a minute of silence.

He nodded as his jaw clenched. His eyes turned a lot more deeper, a lot more dangerous than how it usually look.

I feel a bit agitated, thinking he is mad because he's concern about my safety and that made me flutter a bit.

"I did, don't worry about it. My men will handle it."

"What was his reason?" I curiously asked.

Ismaiah carefully glanced at me and sighed, "He's not talking. Probably someone who got paid for that job."

"How about you? I lost consciousness after the shot. Are you hurt?"

I can't helped but let my eyes checked his frame, finding any casualties on him. A fresh wave of relief surge through me after making sure that he's fine.

I shouldn't be too complacent. Knowing his personality, even when he's hurt, he'll act all fine like this.

As a wife, its my responsibility to checked on him.

Why am I even talking and thinking like this? Did I hit my head earlier? Is this the after shock effect? Am I shot in the head? Why am I worrying about this cruel man?

But I now understand why he wants me to stay inside the house. The danger that the outside world gave me is uncontrollable. One moment I was just walking, the next thing I knew someone is already shooting me.

I saw him rolled his eyes, "You should be worried about yourself. You're still trembling."

"I nearly lost my life, how do you expect me to react?"

His face darkened, "You can't die in front of my eyes. There's no way I will let that happen."

By the seriousness of his voice, I already know that he will hold onto his words. I know that I'll be safe if I am with him.

"How's my shop? The employees?"

"Everyone's fine aside from you."

I tsked, "I am fine already."

He glowered, "You're obviously not."

"I'm fine now."

His stare lingered at me for a minute before sighing and putting the tray of food in front of me. I stared at it and pouted.

"You won't eat with me? I thought you want to always eat with your wife?" I asked in low tone.

He look at me incredulously, "Did you hit your head earlier?"

I chuckled, "Mind you, that's what I keep asking myself since I woke up."

"You probably did."

Ismaiah stood up and took the tray with him. I watched his back confusedly. I thought he brought that here for me to eat? Why is he taking it away?

His head turned to the side, trying to look at me. I tilted my head as my brows draw a line together.

"What are you doing? Let's go. You want to eat with me right?"

I sneered, "What the fuck are you saying?"

He didn't talked and just stormed out of the room without waiting for me. I winced and acted like throwing a punch on the air.

So annoying!

I followed him down after minutes of fixing myself in the room. I saw some of his mean watching us from the side. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat and scratch the back of my head.

Too many guys here. So uncomfortable.

"Leave us alone for a while," I heard Ismaiah commanded. I turned to him in amusement.

I didn't know he's this attentive towards me or maybe I am just assuming and they just really made him uncomfortable too.

"Stop staring at me and just eat," he hissed.

I made a face and started putting food on my plate. I took a spoonful of rice and was about to put it on my mouth when I noticed that he's watching me.

My face contorted as I closed my mouth and drop down the food.

"What?" I asked in annoyance.

His eyes dropped down on my plate, "That's all you'll eat?"

He looks so annoyed while looking at my food. This is too much for my stomach already! He always scold me for eating a little! What am I going to do if I can only take this much inside me?

"God, can you let me eat in peace for once? You always say that whenever I am eating with you!" I hissed.

"That's just like three spoonful of rice, Elysian."

"This is all I can take."

"No. Eat more," he commanded and serve me the food himself.

I watched how he put a lot of food on my place in daze. How the hell am I going to eat all of this?!

"I can't finish this all," I trailed off.

"Then let's share so that you won't notice how much you ate," he offered and then pulled my chair closer to him.

He placed the plate in between us and started eating like he just didn't ask me to eat in a plate the same with him.

"Do you want me to feed you myself?"

I scoffed for feeling like a prick, "No way!"

The next day, I woke up early to go to my shop. I want to go back to being hands on with my shop now. I don't care about the hitter, I know Ismaiah handled him already.

His eyes followed me from walking around the room. He just silently watched me from the bed, leaning his back on the back rest and resting his chin on the pal of his hand.

"Did I put too much make up on? They keep staring at me yesterday when we arrive there, is it because of my make-up?" I casually asked Ismaiah while looking at his reflection on the mirror.

His forehead knitted as he shook his head, "Its fine. You don't look like wearing one."

I made a face at that. After all my effort to do my make-up, he'll say that? Really annoying!

"Give me back my car key. I saw you taking it from my cabinet last night," I raised a brow.

Ismaiah then looked away and acted all busy with his phone. I rolled my eyes at the back of my head.

"Then drive me there if you won't let me have my car."

He immediately stood up from the bed making me gaped at him. So this is his real plan huh?

I arrived at the shop an hour earlier than how it usually opened. Some of the employees personally come up to me to greet while some only bowed from where they are. I don't really mind though if they'll ignore me or not, as long as they're working diligently then I am fine.

I am not that tight around with my employees.

The shop is a lot bigger than the usual shops around, there are also three layers of floor there since my fashion line is known around this country.

Yesterday, some investors contacted me and wanted to have a partnership with me. The reason why I wanted to look extra good today to look presentable around them and the models they'll be bringing.

I dumped myself on my swivel chair and stared at the sliding door on the far side of my office. They fixed it already? In just a day?

I swiftly fix the way I sat when the door suddenly opened. A man in his mid-20s entered my office without even telling me thing and sat down in front of me with a small smirk on his face.

My forehead creased at that. Where is his parents? They didn't teach him a good etiquette, no manners at all.

He didn't even knock nor greeted me. What an asshole.

Basing on his built, face and height, you can already see what he do in life. A model. He's much earlier than the said time.

"Is knocking that hard to do?" I snidely remarked.

"The employees didn't told me that you are here already," he shrugged. "You're pretty. Are you sure you're married?"

My mouth twisted at his question. I showed him my ring finger without saying anything before taking it down and showing him my middle finger.

I hate guys like him. He's not even that handsome. Ismaiah is far more good looking than him, much more built like a model.

Should I hire Ismaiah as my model though? By his looks, I'm sure my sales will go up. My target market will be drawn by his visual and built.

"You want to fuck me?" the guy proddes that made me snapped out of my trance.

"Kid, show some manners. You're not on your own house. At least be decent."

He glared at me, "I'm not a kid!"

He was about to stand up from his seat when a knock caught our attention. The side of my lips rose up as I told them to enter the office politely.

They were a bit surprised to see the guy already inside the office but I just shrugged that off.

The meeting started smoothly. I still need some time to think about this and need to see the factors that might affect the shop negatively so they just gave me the contract and started asking me about my married life.

I never really entertained their questions though but the annoying kid is already getting on my nerve.

"Don't tell me, you only married each other for money?" the guy teasingly remarked in front of everyone.

I gave him a smile and fluttered my eyes in a soft way, "Kids are not allowed to talk here. Shut the fuck up."

I heard countless of gasped around the room. Some of the employees from his management stopped from talking to looked at us while the eldest looks so entertained with this silly fight.

I stared at the guy with nothing but furiousness and shrugged.

The staring contest got cut off when the door opened again with Ismaiah coming out of it.

My brow raised as he walk towards me with an stoic expression. He didn't even bother looking at everyone, his eyes are only directed at me.

I stood up from my seat to go to him but since his steps are too big, I didn't get the chance to leave the table before he can even snaked around his arm on my waist.

I turned to face him confusedly, giving him an inquisitive look.

Ismaiah then leaned in closer to me to give me a peck in the lips making my eyes doubled in surprise.

My grip on his arm tightened. Seriously? In front of this people?

"Are you enjoying your staring contest with that guy?" he whispered to my ears.

I stiffened at his question, "What are you saying? I am fucking fighting with him!"

"Uhm really?" he pulled me more closer to him and sniffed the crooked of my neck. The hell is wrong with him? We are in front of my investors for fuck sake!

"Woah, I didn't know that Mr. Cojuanco is this clingy..." I heard someone said.

Ismaiah sarcastically chuckled and nodded, "Well, I'm quite protective of my possessions."

He said that while looking intently at me, making me almost fell on my knees.