6. The Poisonous Food

Goldiva's POV 

I had to wear the same nightwear again this evening because I was still trying to find solutions to my problems.

I hadn't even unpacked my clothes yet.

Why did I even leave it all to my mum to pack my stuff?!

When I woke up this morning, Bruce had already left for work. I had a strange feeling I was in someone's arms, but I concluded to myself it was a hallucination.

So I spent the entire day shopping. I bought drinks, vegetables, juices, fruits, painkillers, a blender, cake mixer, egg beaters, spices, sweets, flour, eggs and so many foodstuff.

Bruce came home around 9:45pm and he was freshening up. I was in the kitchen, setting up the items from the massive shopping I made.

The kitchen was spacious enough so setting up was fun.

I finished up everything and sighed, proud of the hard work I had done. I opened the fridge and nodded in satisfaction as well. 

I turned off the lights in the kitchen and left to make sure everything was intact before I went to bed. I furrowed my brows when I saw the lounge lights on, just that the lights were dimmed. 

So I walked over there and my eyes widened at what I saw.

The cushions on the couch were scattered on the floor and Bruce was sitting on the floor, with his back to the couch. 

He was in sweatpants and a wife beater. His brown hair was a hot mess as he sat there, playing with the empty bottle.

What the heck was wrong with him? I was about to approach him and clean up the mess but the rules brushed my mind and I shook my head. No way. Rather, I decided to leave for my bed.

"Come." A deep voice ordered behind me when I turned around. His voice was so husky it made my heart jolt in response.

Was he referring to me? 

I decided to pretend as though I hadn't heard so I stood where I was.

"I said come here." He grumbled, knocking down the bottle of Jack Daniels. Thankfully, it didn't break but I flinched at his demanding voice.

With small steps, I walked over to him and stood inches away. Before I could blink again, he swayed his muscular arm and dragged me to sit on his lap.

My heart beat very wildly in my chest as he held both my wrists. I was mentally praying that my night dress would magically grow longer in terms of the hem at my thighs. I also wished that the neckline would cover up my cleavage. 

I tried to wriggle out of his grip to run away but I couldn't because that only made him tighten his grip. 

He stared at me and I did the same, as though he couldn't see me looking at him. 

His eyes were so blue, but specifically topaz blue. I studied his other facial features which consisted of his bushy but well shaped eyebrow, his sharp jaw and his slightly plump lips. But his face looked drowsy and miserable.

His thumb stroked my wrist and the action caused goose bumps to spread over my skin.

"Hey." He said and it was like his deep, husky and sexy voice shot through my heart and made my breath hitch.

"Any reason why you..broke up with me?" He asked, allowing his rough voice to rumble out.

What the hell was he talking about? Did he break up with Starla or something? 

He placed his hands on my shoulders and extended his right hand to my lips. I closed my eyes when he leaned his face over to mine. 

"Starla.'' He whispered and I frowned. 

What the hell? Like seriously what the fucking hell? 

Oh come on! I exist too.

"Um.'' I murmured when he brought up his hand to cup my cheek and he tilted he face towards me.

I wriggled my wrists again but he tightened his grip and locked them behind me and my breaths started to slow down. I felt so shy and flustered at the moment and I wanted nothing more than to go to bed. I could always come here tomorrow morning to clean up.

"Let me go." I spoke to him for the first time in my life. His brows furrowed.

"What the fuck? You're not Starla!" He growled, pushing me off him.

"Go away gold digger. What the fuck are you doing here?'' He sneered. Anger and hurt swirled up in me. I wanted to scream at him but I knew it would have been of no use since he was drunk and well yeah..I couldn't do that.

What an asshole!

Calling me a gold digger? Was it my fault the girl he put his heart into dumped him?

I clenched my fists at my sides and glared at him through my teary eyes as I got up. 

He raised his head and looked at my face, then down to my body with a scowl. 

"Dwarf." He mumbled looking back at the floor.

What the hell Did he..did he just call me a..

I squealed inwardly in frustration and embarrassment 

"Damn you." I mouthed at him and walked back to our room to sleep, crying all the way.

*** 

I had the need to wake up as I shifted on the bed. So I got up and yawned, making my body shake due to how I cried last night.

I dragged my tired body out of bed and checked the time on my phone. 

5:40am. 

I went to the washroom to pee and came back to find my phone ringing. I swiped to receive the call which was from Bruce's mom. 

"Hey Mum." I spoke and cleared my throat.

"How are you my dear?" She asked.

"I'm fine..what about you?" I asked.

"I'm good…I'm sorry to disturb you this morning. " She apologised. 

“Oh it's alright, I was already awake..anything the matter?”

“Oh yes…I was calling to check up on you…I know it's really early, but I'm going to be very busy today.”

“I'm fine, thanks for asking.”

“How is he?”

“He's also fine…” I murmured. 

“Have you cooked anything for him yet?”

"Um..no. I just went shopping yesterday." I answered.

Me cooking for Bruce? How..foreign.

"Oh so you're yet to?" She asked.

"Y..yeah." I said reluctantly. 

I couldn't cook for Bruce, that was crazy talk!

"Oh great, let me tell you what he likes." She said and I inwardly groaned as she started listing them. I didn't feel like cooking for that guy at all.

"Please Goldiva, have patience for my son, if he acts cold towards you, please bear with him for my sake, he's probably still heartbroken, but I know you'll mend him. He's not himself okay? Please be good, patient and gentle with him. He'll open up to you." She assured me.

''OK mum." I whimpered. 

"He's been rude right? If only he knew that we had his best interests at heart. Starla is not good for him.at all." She sighed. “Please bear with him.”

"Okay Mum." I sobbed and she hung up. I put down my phone and sauntered into the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and washed my face. I wiped it gently and went to the kitchen.

For the past 45 minutes, I was frying, boiling and steaming foodstuff, all for the sake of Bruce's breakfast. When I finished, I arranged the meal nicely on plates and later on, I placed them onto a tray.

It was a vegetable salad with baked beans, three slices of French toast, two omelettes and a mug of coffee.

I used a little bit of everything to avoid bulkiness. 

I placed the tray at the head table in the dining room.

It flashed through my mind that Bruce would probably be hungover this morning and I also remembered how he was cold to me.

Nonetheless, I checked one of the room dividers and took out some painkillers I bought yesterday. When I fetched a glass of water, I  heard footsteps which made my heart skip beats.

Bruce entered the dining room in his suit and tie, looking smart as though nothing had happened yesterday. His cologne quickly diffused throughout the room and I inhaled gently. 

"What's all this?" He growled, making me swallow.

"Um..p..painkillers." I stuttered. 

"Fuck off with your-" He paused and winced making me bite back a smirk.

"Your..your mum says I should give you these when you're having a headache." I lies because I didn't think he would if I ordered 

Not looking at me, he took the medicine and went for his own glass to fetch water from the dispenser himself. 

Who the hell drinks painkillers with very cold water? In the morning?!

"Um..Bruce I-” I started.

"Shut up, I probably have a headache because of your witchcraft. Damn you bitch." He cut me off and my eyes twitched slightly. 

"What the hell is that?" He scrunched his face at the food.

"Your breakfast." I gritted, starting to regret cooking for him. 

He took a step towards me and what happened lasnight flashed in my mind and I took a step back.

"Did I ask you to cook for me?'' He asked. My back was to the room divider and he stood three steps away.

"Y..your mum did.." I said.

"Always using my mother as your fucking trump card. You just wanna poison me using my mother right? Guess what? I won't eat any of this." He sneered.

"But your headache will get worse." I mumbled tucking hair behind my ear. And the fact that he drank very cold water too was not gonna help either.

I shivered when he took a one and half step to me.

"Get this straight," He toned down his deep voice.

"I want nothing of you." He informed me and I inwardly winced. I clenched my hands, loosened and clenched it again.

Jerk face. 

How was it supposed to cope with this douchebag? He implied me as a witch, called me a bitch, and called my food poison. Something I used up all my energy to do.

I stared at him tear eyed but he ignored me and bypassed to leave the house for work. That made me sink onto the floor as I wept bitterly, adding yesterday's event to the reason behind my tears.

When I finished, I got up and ate the ''poisonous food'' myself. When I was done, I cleaned up the kitchen and left to take my bath.

After that, I dressed up and called one of my dad's employees to come pick me up for work.