by S. S. Sahoo
Without thinking I gave the permission to the person to come in guessing it to be Whitney and closed my eyes sleeping back. But then I heard some sounds and my eyes fluttered open only to find a group of a man entering into my room with some bags and some boxes keeping it on the floor.
“Wha- What are you all doing?” I asked as I broke out of the shock and wrapped the duvet more firmly to cover my body.
“Sorry for disturbing Ma’am but Mr. Sullivan asked us to keep all these boxes in your room” one of them spoke and turned around leaving the room.
I watched as more of them came into my room and they kept some other boxes before scurrying out of the room.
By this time my room was full of bags and boxes. I couldn’t even see the floor. The room was that packed.
When all of them left I stood on the bed finding no place to walk on the floor. I took out the rubber band from my hand and hurriedly tied all my messy hair into a ponytail and took the cardigan from the bedside wearing it covering myself.
“What the hell is all this?” I whispered as I shook my head and kept a hand on my hips.
The door flew open and in walked with all his glory Zachary eyeing all the boxes and nodding to himself satisfied. He looked fresh. His hair was neatly combed back and it was still wet probably from his shower. He was wearing a full sleeved black plain shirt with his coat hanging on his arms and as always with a black pant and black shiny shoes.
“What the hell is all this and can’t you knock before coming in?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest and glared at him.
“Last time I checked, it was supposed to be my place,” he said and I rolled my eyes looking up biting my inner side of my mouth.
“I can walk in wherever and whenever I want. I don’t need permission” he said and I scowled at his foolishness and chewed my inner side so harder that I swore I could feel bloody taste from that chewing.
“Oh yeah? Didn’t your Mother teach you to knock before entering a woman’s room?” I spoke sweetly. Very sweetly.
“Whatever!” He murmured and I huffed thinking that it was supposed to be mine line, not his.
“And what the hell are you standing on that bed?” He asked looking up at me and I shrugged pointing towards the boxes.
“What are all these?” I asked shockingly politely.
He sighed and looked around all of the boxes.
“This are your necessities,” he told me and I furrowed my eyebrows confused.
“Necessities?” I questioned.
“Clothes and all,” he said and the way he eyed at my bare legs I swore to god I felt little nervous. His gaze was intense and his eyes roamed on my legs before looking up.
“Eyes up here Mister” I spoke Icily making him snap out of his little world.
“Right!” He cleared his throat looking elsewhere and then checked the time on his watch.
“Keep whatever you want and check if you need anything else. If you do then give a list of your things to Whitney” he told me and turned around to leave.
“Wait!” I spoke up and he stopped turning back raising his eyebrows questionably.
“I don’t need all this, even more” I said as I gripped my Cardigan tightly.
“And why is that?” He asked crossing his hands across his chest.
“I don’t want anything from you okay. Isn’t that obvious? I don’t even know why the hell you even married me. You even kept me here away from everyone and God only knows what you did to them that now they are even denying that they even know me” I pushed back the hair out of my face angrily and walked towards him. The bed squeaked whenever I took a step.
“If anything I want from you then that will be Freedom. Freedom from you and Freedom from this place. Freedom from all my nightmares. Do you understand?” I spoke pointing a finger towards his direction.
“Listen! I have had enough already. Don’t start again with your Drama” he said and gave me a bored look which ignited my anger.
“Drama?” I snapped and walked, even closer to him with my blood boiling.
“Why yo-” my foot slipped and I lost my balance falling towards the ground. I closed my eyes and gasped when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my torso and the next moment I found myself hanging in mid air.
Slowly opening my eyes I looked at the owner of those strong arms only to find him holding me by my torso saving me from the fall.
My feet were still on the bed while I clutched his collar fearing that I might end up on the floor if I let go.
“At least watch where you walk” he spoke up and I couldn’t get myself from opening my eyes.
It was my fault.
“I think I should not have caught you,” he said and he loosened his grip on me scaring the hell out of me.
“No!” I yelled clutching his shirt even more tightly and closed my eyes waiting for the impact.
I heard a chuckle and I opened my eyes slowly only to be held mesmerized by those brown orbs which did something unusual to my heart.
I felt a spark on the place wherever he touched me and surprisingly I wasn’t hating it. Those cold and deep brown orbs looked so mysterious and secretive. It was like he was hiding a sea of mystery behind his warm self-making him into a secretive yet ruthless person.
“Listen to me” he spoke up and I broke out of my little world a bit startled that I was caught staring.
“Choose whatever you like and pack all your stuff. We would be flying to my home in a day” he said and I found myself nodding but then realization hit me hard and I glared back at him.
“I am not going anywhere with you,” I told him and even tried to choke him clutching his shirt even more tightly.
He smirked at me and raised an eyebrow then the next moment he threw me back on the bed and I yelled startled. I bounced a little on the bed which made some squeaking noises and I held my head feeling little dizzy.
“What the heck?” I snapped and took a pillow throwing it at him which he dodged easily and threw it back on the bed.
“Choose some decent clothes unless you want to roam around naked,” he told me and I looked at him with wide eyes shocked. My mouth opens and closed like a fish. I felt my cheeks burning and I gritted my teeth.
“And don’t flatter yourself thinking that I would even notice your body. I have seen better for your kind information. You will only make me want to hit my head hard on the wall for such” he gestured using his hand towards my body “such you know what I mean”.
He freaking insulted me?
He freaking insulted a woman and that also me?
“Get lost!” I pointed my finger towards the door and he gave me his idiotic smirk and satisfied look before turning around walking out of my room.
I got up from the bed and jumped up from the boxes hurriedly running into the bathroom.
I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror inspecting my body from every direction.
“Am I not attractive?” I asked to myself as I posed into a hot posture.
Last time I checked I never had to ask this question to myself. Ever.
Kiara and even Emmett always told me that I had an attractive figure. An attractive feminine silhouette.
My breasts were not that big as any bimbo but it looked good with round and full figure. My stomach was toned and flat because all of my Yoga and my butt was also not that big but it was enough what a man would want.
“He is not a man” I snapped pointing a finger at the mirror.
“Bloody hell he hurt my ego and confidence” I even screamed shouting at top of my lungs.
“Seen better” I mimicked his tone and kept my hands on my hips.
“I have seen better” I threw my hands in the air as I stepped into the shower and turning it on.
As the water touched my body I began to think whose body have I seen who can even compete with his.
“Emmett was good but I think Zac-” I hit my head “What is wrong with you? You are freaking comparing that egoistic m
an to your Emmett?” I scolded myself and shook my head turning the shower into cold one.
“He is just a Stupid egoistic man who needs to learn how to be polite to everyone. Basically women. Especially me” I spoke to myself as I kept on ranting and shook my head at all his negativity which I suffered.
“Zachary Stupid Dog Sullivan” I grumbled to myself as I turned off the shower and wore the bathrobe throwing all my wet hair towards a side.
10
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There is only one thing which I hated the most in this world and it was getting defeated.
As I looked towards the magnificent painting of a demon which hung in front of my bed on the wall, I couldn’t just help but to feel worthless for getting defeated.
The demon in the picture looked so real, it was as if it was watching me through the painting. It’s eye matched the one whose I feared the most. My Grandfather’s eye. The demon with its intense green eye, black body and black with shades of red and green aura was the true personality of my Grandfather. My Grandfather was the one who taught me how to be ruthless, greedy and a powerful mean. He was my mentor. He turned me into this self-obsessed man and truthfully I am glad that he turned me like this or else I would’ve buried under the ground a long time ago.
The painting was made by a fellow friend of my Grandfather. According to him, he brought my Grandfather’s personality into his painting. And I was sure those who had witnessed my Grandfather’s wrath wouldn’t deny the fact that this painting truly mirrored his personality.
I sighed as I tried to move on the bed and sat on a sit up position leaning against the headboard and wincing when I felt a sharp pang on my the side of my stomach.
“Darn” I hissed in pain and touched the place when I felt it getting wet. Just as I thought, I raised the shirt from my stomach and the touched the area where I felt the pain, my finger touched the blood that was certainly oozing out from the wound that I got just a few days back.
The blood on my finger reminded me of my Defeat. A word that I loathed the most in this world.
“Defeat” I found myself muttering the word wiping the blood out of my finger using the tissue from my bedside.
I would’ve been dead if my Grandfather were alive right now. He would’ve killed me with his own hand seeing me in this condition. A part of me actually relieved that today he wasn’t there in this world to witness my condition or else god only knew what he would have done first to me then to the person who was responsible for this wound.
I ran a hand through my hair and then bent a little, hissing on the effort and pressed the bell calling of my servant.
A few seconds later a man hurried in almost huffing and panting clearly showing that he ran all the way to reach me as quickly he can. He bowed his head and composed himself, his black hair falling on his forehead as he sweated badly which showed his nervousness.
“Where is Denvar?” I asked the young man who wasn’t responsible for the call that I just did.
“Uh Father is away for some work given by Madam herself” he managed to speak and the word Father caught my attention.
“Denvar is your father?” I asked as I gulped down the water from the glass wanting to ease my thirst.
“Yes, Sir. He is my father” he replied in a low voice.
“I see. How old are you?” I asked shocked by myself that I was even interested to know. Maybe the fact that I was alone and bedridden from the past few days made me ask all those stupid questions to the boy much to his discomfort. He looked like he wanted to get out of my room as soon as he could.
“Se-Seventeen. I am Seventeen Sir” he spoke stuttering and I nodded.
“Too young,” I thought.
“Bring me my food. I am hungry and make sure to bring me a glass of red wine. Also, ask Mother to pay me a visit” I ordered him and he nodded but stood there not moving an inch.
“What is it?” I questioned.
“Madam has strictly ordered us not to serve you wine till you get better S-Sir” he spoke with fear evident in his voice.
“Just go and bring what I told you” I barked and within a second he was out of my sight.
I huffed and leaned back on the headboard. Using the remote control I lowered the temperature of the air conditioner suddenly feeling hot.
God! The medications and its side effects are killing me.
Suddenly my phone rang and I furrowed my eyebrows before picking up the call from a certain unexpected person.
“I see you are now in a condition to speak” the man chuckled when I picked up the call.
“Shut up and just speak up What is it?” I asked rubbing my forehead.
“Well Hello to you too. Should I take as the gratitude from the person whom I saved from dying a few days ago?” He replied sarcastically and I rolled my eyes at his comment.
“Willi I am certainly not in a mood to chit chat with you right now. I see you don’t have anything important to tell so I’m hanging up” I was ready to click on that End call button but stopped when I heard him speak.
“I certainly do have something very important to tell you” he spoke in his serious tone and almost immediately I gave him my whole attention.
Willi Simmel was my right hand who is a German but at very young age he was trained by my Grandfather’s companion in order to accompany me as my trusted man. In personality, he was the most cunning and intelligent man. He would sense problems before it came in our way and would smartly have some ideas to destroy those problems or to avoid it by some ways. But as far as I have known him he was the most secretive man one would ever meet. Nobody would ever find his trace whenever a crime is suspected. God only knows how he makes his way out of them.
Unfortunately very few people like Willi Simmel, but the fact he’s greedy and insensitive is just the tip of the iceberg. Nobody’s perfect of course and Willi has a share of darker sides to deal with too. His irrational nature and amoral nature don’t make for the greatest company, though more on a personal level than for others.
Fortunately, his practical thinking assures this isn’t the case very often. To make matters worse he’s also possessive, disrespectful and narrow-minded, but in an odd way, they’re balanced by habits of being balanced as well.
But focus on him as this is what he’s notorious. Even the best intentions have been soured because of this and his dishonesty, but different strokes for different folks I guess.
Unfortunately, his insensitivity is usually lurking and ready to spoil the fun. There are so many negative things about him yet there is something which makes him the trustiest man one would ever trust his life over.
“Speak up,” I told him.
“Well, actually I have two news for you. One is good and another is the opposite. So choose one” he sounded annoyed for some reason.
“The Bad one first” I spoke readily to face the bad news.
“Hmm. The bad news is... Freddy got caught” he told me and almost immediately I clenched my teeth with anger.
One more defeat.
“And the good news?” I asked impatiently.
“Well, the Good news is I found a way to reach him”.