Chapter 4

(Tristan's POV)

“Fuck,” Nikolai groaned and shrugged me off his back and I rolled off.

“Prevert,” he called me and opened the door.

“I'll get you more bra and silicone breast my wifey,”

“You disgust me, Tristan.” He slammed the door shut, I heard his heavy footsteps until they receded and I got up from the floor and sat down.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and decided to go to find out what Nikolai was up to. I opened the door of my room and saw a mess.

“What are all these things, Niko?” I stepped inside.

“We are married, right?”

“That doesn't give you the right to invade every part of my life you little man,” His eyes widened.

“Li… li… little what?” He stood up and went to the closet to drop his clothes and I stopped him. I shaked my head and he shaked his head too.

“Who is this guy?” He walked past me and I paced across the room, dragging a hand through my hair.

He came out singing a song just to get on my nerves and I held his hand to drag him back. We heard tiptoe at the door and I left him to continue singing his song until the eavesdropper got tired and left.

I was looking around for any other mess and found the book he took from my shelf on the floor, almost under the bed and clunched my fist to bring down my anger.

“Do you ever know when to stop?” I snapped. 

“Do you ever know how to talk to people without ordering them around?” Nikolai took it personally and fired back.

“Listen to me, Nikolai, do not let your things touch mine, do not touch my things and don't ever make me angry again,” I ordered him.

“Is this how you would've been treating my sister?” He gave me that annoying look.

I hissed and left the room back to my office and closed the door. Hopefully, he doesn't distract me this time.

The court is looking for any evidence to pin my client to Mr. Jonas’death, I opened his file and Mr. Jonas' file to work. Their phone calls say different things from what the prosecutor told me.

I traced with my pen down on my client's call file and found out he wasn't the one that called Mr. Jonas the day he died, it was an incoming call and I flipped over to Mr. Jonas call file and saw a private number that he called at his estimated time of death.

“I found it, finally,” 

“What did you find?” Nikolai interrupted me.

“What is your problem, small man, what do you want again?”

“Can't you at least pretend you're happy to see your wife?” He actually called himself that, I couldn't hold in my laugh, it was out.

“I don't know what's funny,”

He turned his back to me, “you'll need to get those bras faster, I need to change, I can't wash this one yet,” he said and left immediately. 

I took my phone and placed my orders to my rider, I clicked on Iris profile and told him to tell Nikolai about the strict breakfast order and faced my work file to pinpoint other hidden details I must've forgotten.

After twenty minutes, a notification popped up for me to accept my orders at the entrance and I quickly sent his f*e so the security could bring my order to my door.

I looked up at the clock, it was already 11pm and I signed at my stressed muscles and stood up to stretch my body before leaving.

Every light was already off, so I went to the kitchen and made toasted bread and avocado jam and swallowed it. I was hungry.

“I didn't know you could inhale food,” I heard Nikolai's voice from the door.

“You got me there, don't ever sneak up on me ever again.”

He slammed the door shut and left. I went for another round of meal. I put my cereal in a bowl and warmed up my milk.

After satisfying myself, I washed my plates and arranged them before going to the room. I switched on the light and he didn't flinch.

“Devil in my room.” I whispered and went to my closet and changed into my pajamas and threw myself on the bed and slept.

“Mr. Sinclair, it's time to wake up and prepare for work, it's already 6 in the morning…. wake up Mr. Sinclair,” I jumped out of the bed and yawned. Nikolai was still sleeping like a pig.

“What's up, Iris?”

“Good morning, Mr. Sinclair, it's time for your morning body stretch and these are the prepared workout for ten minutes,”

“Thank you, Iris.” I snapped my fingers to view the exercise and got on with it in my pajamas.

For ten minutes, Nikolai didn't move from his sleeping position. I went to the bathroom and freshened up. I dressed in my favorite black trouser and tailored shirt before putting on my already knotted tie and left the room to my study room.

The clock on my desk read 8:07 and I glanced at it again, Nikolai was supposed to be at breakfast. I picked up my pen and looked at the empty chair at the dining table visible through the open study door and it kept distracting me.

By nine, I had finished reviewing the witness statements and still no sign of him and I closed my file and stepped out of my study.

I walked toward the bedroom and stopped outside the door and opened it. Nikolai was sprawled on the bed, completely buried beneath the blankets, still fast asleep and I checked my watch.

9:12.

“This has to be a joke.”

I walked to the window and opened the curtains and the sunlight flooded the room. Nikolai groaned and turned to face my side of the bed and buried his face deep into the pillow.

“Wake up, Niko.” I commanded him.

He didn't move, I angrily pulled the blanket off his body and he opened his eyes halfway.

“What time is it?”

“Nine twelve and breakfast was at eight.”

He stared at me then at the clock, then back at me, “I'll eat later,” he shut his eyes.

“God, what did I get myself into, I slapped my forehead.