- LORELEI -I have been surfing through the net all day, regretting my decision to shun his advances out when deep down, I wanted to hop on the chance .Ever since I was a child, I have always wanted to have the liberty to design my own room and house and when I may not be able to get the house of my dreams, the opportunity to design my own room the way I want presented itself and I freaking denied the chance all for some grudge. Now I am beating myself over it. I should have accepted yet kept the cold shoulder. That would’ve been way better, but I did not do that and now? I am too proud to go back to him and tell him I had a change of heart. That I think I do want to take the chances and create my dream room not because he requested I do so but because I am bored. Like he would buy that. I doubt he would.And the last thing I want to see is the smug expression on his face as I meet with him and make that comment. He would enjoy it way too much and that is the least of what I want. I
- ACE -Someone knocks on my door. “Come in.” I say, my fingers crossed at my awaited answer. The maid I assigned to Lorelei’s room comes back to meet me holding a full tray, with both her hands, of the meal I had her prepare for Lorelei. I look at her in distress as she shakes her head, the sorrow of the situation evident on her face. “Thank you, you may go.” I mutter under my breath. The maid takes a bow before leaving my room, shutting the door gently behind her. Lorelei has not stepped out of her room since u met her this afternoon. She has not come out to inspect anything or come out to eat. She hasn’t said a word to anyone and anything all day. Every single time I stepped out to inspect the work going on, I stopped by to check in on her without disturbing her peace by barging into her room and each time, the workers in front of her door gave me the same signal. The one I told them to do if she doesn’t step out. Sometimes, I even sent people to go and check in on her. Asked
- ACE - “Get your filthy hands off me.” Lorelei barks at me, snapping my hands away from her waist. I want to put it back. My hand suddenly misses the feel of her small figure against it and craves to feel her form again but I don’t want to cause any stir. She doesn’t seem like someone who won’t make a scene this early in the noon despite the presence of people here. After all, the silence of my servants are bought as well. “Get some good sleep?” I ask, lowering my head to hers. She pushes her body to the side, her attempt to avoid my face from touching her skin before moving away from me. “What do you think?” She groans. I let out a chuckle under my breath at her movement and words. “Who on earth begins work so early in the morning? What kind of insane person are you?!” Lorelei is grumpy all the time to me but today, she’s exceptionally grumpy. I can guess she’s not a fan of not waking up by her free will. I hold my hand up, the one that houses my watch, and point
- LORELEI -My brows twitch as a frown forms on my face. Is it even morning? Why is there so much noise? Why are people even up by this time and what the heck is going on?I groan, turning in my bed to the side while keeping my eyes closed, trying not to drive the sleep away. I use my hand to draw the pillow over my head to cover my ears. I can hear chatter. Lots and lots of chatter and the sound of things hitting against things like someone is planning a moving of furniture from one location to another. I wish I could yell at whoever it is disturbing my beauty sleep to get the hell away from the front of the room but I don’t want to raise my voice so early in whatever the heck the time is. I just want to keep sleeping. I need to keep sleeping. Something tells me that waking up so abruptly will cause me to have a head ache all day and I do not want that. A girl needs a clear, sane head to be able to survive the psycho of a man she’s married to as well as put her plan for payback in p
- ACE - I stare at the folders before me, thinking deep. A sigh rattles out my lips. Right now, in this ungodly hour so early in the morning, I am awake. And for once, my mind is not being plagued by Lorelei and what she said. Actually no, it’s partially plagued. I’m just dealing with it way better than I was yesterday. The point is, I overreacted and let it out on her. I knew I doing that would fill me with regret yet I proceeded to do so anyway. And I sure do regret. Every moment in my head is chaotic, plagued by how I can make her be herself with me but it is like I am a whole new different person when I am next to her. Saying things I do not mean and actually being there who witness how badly my words affect her. Each time, it breaks me yet every time an opportunity presents itself for me to do better, I fumble so hard that I amaze myself. I let out a sigh, running my hands through my hair, fatigued of my own actions. Even now, despite it all, I am working on a project
- LORELEI - I sit on the bed in the new room. I almost melt as my body sinks into it. It’s so soft. I want to lie down flat and roll my body over it but not when he’s still here. Standing by the door like I am a child. And looking at me even. I don’t like it at all. It gives me an eerie feeling like this man is waiting for me to fall into some deep slumber all to murder me during it. I frown. “I have showered, dressed up, and moved into the said new room. I think this is your sign to leave.” I finally muster up the courage to say. A heavy sigh stretches from the door way to my ears. Ace’s folded arms across his chest falls to both his sides. “Get some good sleep, Lorelei.” He says from the door, his voice a gentle breath. I scoff. “Don’t act like you care about me, Ace.” I mutter back. “It gets old.” I pull the duvet up then slip underneath it, covering my form in my laid position on the bed. My back is faced to him. “There are no camera’s here so you’re free to be your typi