Chapter 3

Gwen's POV

It's been almost two weeks since Andrew and I got married and it still feels like we are total strangers. He looked totally exhausted, probably from the day's work.

"Welcome home, how's the office today?" I asked as Andrew breezed in, my eyes trailing his retreating figure.

Andrew stopped in his tracks, turned back and briefly looked at me.

"Thanks, hectic!" Andrew said curtly without sparing me a glance.

I was surprised to see him respond. He hadn't been responding to my greetings since I had moved in. Today was clearly a good day for him.

"Your food is right there on the table." I said in a low voice, pointing to the dinner table. I was surprised the second time that night when Andrew turned to look at me, for the first time since I knew him, he wasn't scowling. He only nodded before moving off to his room.

I was surprised to see him that way, he had never acknowledged any of my greetings but this night seemed different. Maybe he was not so bad after all, I shrugged and went off to my room to sleep.

*****

I jerked up awake and my eyes suddenly went to the wall clock. It was past 1:am and I could still hear the sound of the television.

I got up from the comfort of my bed to go check and I was surprised to see Andrew dozing off peacefully.

I walked closer to him and tapped him gently, he opened his eyes while rubbing his face gently, trying to control the sleep induced state he was in.

"What are you doing?" He said to me in a deep voice, clearly unhappy that I disturbed his sleep.

"Ermmm... I saw you dozing off and I decided to wake you up." I said, using my hands to demonstrate so as to drive home my point.

"I wasn't dozing, neither do I need your help to wake me up." Andrew replied coldly. The scowl was back on his face now.

"But I know what I saw, you were dozing." I teased him.

"Whatever!" Andrew blurted out angrily and was walking off when his legs mistakenly hit the table, he tripped and fell, his whole weight came crashing on the table.

"Damn it!" He cursed, lying supine on the table.

"Oh my God!" I screamed, trying to help him up but he held his hand up, signaling he didn't need my help.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Infuriated, I looked Andrew straight in the eye.

"I don't f**cking need your help!" Andrew said to me defiantly.

But I didn't listen to him, instead I proceeded to touch his foot again, this time around Andrew slapped my hands off roughly, the force with which he hit me made me briefly lose my balance but I quickly regained myself.

"Get the fuck away from me." Andrew yelled at me with an indignant look in his eyes.

I cursed under my breath. In all the years I had spent on earth I hadn't met anyone so tough and arrogant.I got up and headed to my room to grab some first aid kit to help stop the bleeding on Andrew's foot

Andrew looked on as I worked on his legs, applying all the necessary kits to his foot like a professional would.

Looking at him, I noticed he was still scowling and I smiled to myself. I wish I could know what was going on in his head but he knew perfectly how to mask his emotion.

I wonder how any man would be so cold to a woman.

I knew from my sources that he was no gay as he used to frolic around with women and would dump them almost immediately but getting to meet and live with him further confirmed the news that he was as cold and emotionless as I have heard.

I continued with what I was doing on his legs as I applied and gently rubbed the ointment on the injured part after I had cleaned and stopped the gushing blood. His eyes were closed now probably from the after effect of the ointment I just rubbed on his legs.

I was confused when I looked up and saw the way he looked at me. He still had the cold distant gaze on his face but he was staring at me now. His deep brown beautiful eyes felt as if they were accessing the very depth of my soul.

"I think we are done here." I muttered, breaking eye contact with him and packing together the kits I had just used on him.

He didn't say anything in reply to what I just said, instead he roughly held my hands.

"What a..are you.. doing?" I asked him confused, my voice barely above a whisper so as not to anger him.

He still didn't reply, instead he got to his feet and suddenly grabbed my head while aiming for my lips.

I tried my best to protest but he held me still, not giving me any breathing space. Instead he deepened the assault his tongue and lips were doing to mine and I soon relaxed kissing him back with the same vigor. He soon yanked off my robe, roughly not giving me a second to pause.