I scrambled into my room, the next thing I did was to bury myself in that soft bed. The excruciating pain in my heart right now can't even compare to yesterday's. How can he do this to me, even if he hates me, he should at least respect our marriage....we are here for our honeymoon, it is not too much to ask of him to keep himself at bay. The image of his shirtless self and the sexily dressed Annabelle makes my heart pound and throb in pain. I don't even know why I am feeling this miserable when I shouldn't, or maybe I'm mad to have started feeling something for a man that has done nothing but hate me at first sight. I don't know much about love or feelings but my mother said that any man that can make your heart palpitate, skip and beat has a special place in your heart even without you knowing.I felt this way the first day I met my husband even before our marriage. I know it's not because of how handsome he is because I've seen lots of handsome men but I never felt the way I did
“Where are you coming from?" my husband's voice jolted me from my thoughts. He didn't get a reply from me so he asked again. Well, I was confused and shocked at his question, that was why I didn't reply to his question and I was busy pondering in my head to know if I heard his words right.“Constance?" his deep voice calls. I flinch a bit. I swear, this man has that bid of making someone quiver. I'm stupid to believe that my name sounds sweet from his husky voice but actually it does. I smile inwardly, I love the way he calls my name.“I asked you a question," he added. Why do I sense anger and something else in his voice? I must be stupid to think that he's jealous. He can't be, I mean why will he be? I'm just overthinking as always. I peeked at his face, it's rigid as always. Not wanting to get on his nerves, I quickly replied to his questions.“I went out with a friend," I mumble. Silence, there was at least three seconds of silence. I can't believe he asked me a question and
After a seven hour flight from London to New York City, we finally arrived at the grand mansion of the Williams. The car door was opened for me as I gently stepped down. My husband's car diverged in another direction on our way from the airport, it looks like he has somewhere else to be. Mr Williams was waiting for me in the living room, Hannah was there too. Mr Williams welcomed me with open arms as a father would welcome his daughter. That little action of his made me happy. It made me realize that I still have someone to call my family even after my parents death.I called Mr Williams on our way to the airport from the resort, I told him that me and my husband are already coming back. He sounded a little bit surprised, of course he should be…. our honeymoon didn't last a bit and I wonder what his reaction will be if I tell him what I went through in the honeymoon. No, I won't tell him. I know that Mr Williams is already fond of me and he won't be happy to hear such news.“Welcom
My husband… I slept on the same bed with my husband. Am I dreaming or what?I blink my eyes multiple times to be sure of what I'm seeing. I even have to slightly slap my cheeks to absolutely make sure that I'm not dreaming but after slapping my cheeks, blinking severally, closing my eyes and reopening it, my husband still lies in front of me. I wasn't dreaming, this is reality but how did it happen or did I sleepwalk to the bed. I'm a sleepwalker but I've already gotten rid of that habit a long time ago, like a year ago or did I subconsciously go back to it?I saw a doctor back then and it wasn't a habit to stop easily but I had to give it my best after my parents death because I was conveyed on the street. With that habit of mine I might sleepwalk and get myself hit by a moving vehicle or fall into some other kinds of danger. Also, it embarrasses me so I had to try my best to stop it.Realizing that I wasn't dreaming and I actually slept on the same bed with my husband, I quickly
My eyes welcomed the ostentatious view of the university. I couldn't believe my eyes, this university is incredibly exquisite. So beautiful that no words can explain it. After finishing the remaining registration process, Hannah wished me success on my first day in school before she left.I was walking down the long pathway and my eyes would glance at the map on my phone screen every few seconds. I needed to find my class with the aid of the map given to me. On my way to finding my class I mistakenly bump into a sassy girl, she's fair, tall and beautiful but so arrogant.“Hey fool, watch where you are going!" She snapped as she glared sullenly at me.“I… I'm sorry," I apologize even though we are both at fault. Is not only my fault because she herself wasn't looking. I'm an introvert and I must say, I'm also weak. I don't know how to stand up and fight for my rights not to talk of a school I recently got admitted into. I don't want trouble, so I should be more reserved than ever.“S
“Constance?"Hearing my husband call out my name, I quickly jolted out of my thoughts. I blink and stare up at my husband who's looking at me.“I asked you a question," he said, staring straight into my eyes. Those black eyes are so captivating but I couldn't withhold his gaze. I wonder if I will ever be able to maintain long eye contact with my husband.Wait… did I actually hear him right? He really asked the question. Does he care about me?I don't think so, maybe he's randomly asking but why?I wonder if I should tell him how crazy those students in my class were for him. Well, I am sure it is not something new for him to hear… I believe he knows how crazy people are for him, especially girls.“My.. my.. first day in school was good," I replied with a stutter and bit my lower lips. When will I ever be able to speak eloquently with my husband? I guess that day won't come. With my husband's dominating aura, I'm sure I am not the only one that finds it hard to speak coherently with him
I was nervous during the drive and my heart wouldn't stop beating. My husband was the one driving, it looks like he prefers driving by himself rather than having a driver to drive him.I keep fidgeting with my fingers as my eyes fixed on the tinted window of the car rather than elsewhere so as not to accidentally meet his gaze. The window is tinted but someone inside the car can see clearly from the window unlike someone who's outside and can't see whatever that's inside the car through the window. “Are you okay?" My husband asked after some minutes through the drive. I've recently cognized that his voice is now milder and calmer.I can feel his eyes on me but I couldn't look at him. I wonder why I'm so nervous… will there ever come a time that I will boldly withstand my husband's presence? I guess not.“Constance?" His cool voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I'm fond of always getting lost in my thoughts. I think it is another habit of mine that is hard to stop.“I… I'm fine," I m
All eyes, including mine, drifted to where that scream could come from and it landed us on Sacha who's giggling and gushing over something on her phone. She was the one that screamed and got everyone startled and yet she didn't even care about the implication of what she did. “Everyone! Jace reacted to my comment! Oh! My gosh! I feel like flying away!" her shrieking voice blared in the whole room. She has such a very high pitch voice and she cared less, she was screaming on top of her voice not minding about how it's affecting those around her.Is she really behaving this way just because my husband reacted to her comment? This girl is unbelievable!“Jace reacted to my comment! He reacted to my comment!" She hollers dancing around as a psychopath.A girl among the members scoffed and said, “I am sure Jace is not the one that reacted to your comment, it must be one of his staff." The girl sounds jealous, the way she was looking at Sacha says it all and not only her, most of the girl