“Anthony!” I finally spoke up and pulled my hands out of his grasp. “I’m sorry.”
His gaze started freezing over again along with a hint of a murderous stare.
“You don’t have to apologize to me,” he said, his voice already returning to his usual cold self.
I sighed, feeling like a deflated balloon. I looked up at him and said lifelessly, “Anthony, let’s get a divorce.”
This had nothing to do with Marcus and Rylee. It was simply the two of us that no longer worked out.
He gripped my shoulders tightly and stared at me with eyes like charcoal. He was clamping his lips together as if he were trying to suppress his rage.
“Dream on,” he said in a low, raspy voice.
He let me go and stepped back, looking at me meaningfully before turning to leave.
I lifted a hand to massage my forehead. My headache was getting worse.
My mood got even worse when I looked around at the clothes strewn all over the floor after his little tantrum. I tried my best to control myself and continued picking them up and packing them into my carrier.
After that, I sat on the bed and booked my plane ticket to J City tomorrow.
Two sleepless nights were probably the most my body could take and I ended up passing out.
I thought I would be able to sleep until sunrise, but that was too naive of me. Anthony returned at about two in the morning.
I don’t know when he returned to the bedroom exactly, but I got woken up by the sound of water running in the bathroom. After the water stopped for a few minutes, I felt Anthony lie down next to me.
His body felt slightly cold but dry except for his hair, which was slightly damp. He reached out an arm and wrapped it around my waist as he pressed his chest against my back. I stiffened.
We were close enough that I could smell the faint pheromones mixed in the smell of his shampoo.
I pressed my lips together and tried to move away, but he tightened his grip on me and nestled his chin into my shoulder as he said roughly, “Go to sleep.”
After a while, I heard his breathing become slow and steady. He must be asleep.
I turned around and saw him in a deep sleep with his eyes tightly shut. His features were still chiseled and the shadows outlined his features. There were some faint purple shadows under his eyes that were probably due to his immense workload the past few days.
He seemed to be deep asleep, so I lifted a hand and started tracing his features absentmindedly.
I could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath and couldn’t help but frown. I hadn’t been able to smell it underneath his shower gel and shampoo, but now I realized that he had been out drinking.
I was extremely tired as well, but I couldn’t fall asleep properly at all. I’d wake up every time I managed to come close to sleeping.
Eventually, the sun rose.
Unfortunately, I was woken up by Anthony.
I tried to push him away but he held my hand in a death grip.
He was much harder to get rid of in the morning.
I was still exhausted. I caught a glimpse of his dark irises staring at me.
I didn’t feel very good and tried to push him away again, but this time he pinned both of my hands above my head and commanded, “Stop moving.”
I pressed my lips together to avoid his kiss. “Anthony-”
“Don’t piss me off more. We’re not getting a divorce, so don’t even think about missing out on anything a wife should do.”
I-
The phone rang. It was a call from Jackson, who probably wanted to ask me what time my flight was.
Anthony picked up before I could and said in a low voice, “Calling so early? Are you trying to listen in on how we usually spend our mornings?”
How shameless!
I didn’t manage to catch what Jackson said, but once he hung up, Anthony seemed even angrier.
–
When he was finally satisfied, it was already afternoon.
I was more than exhausted. I had already been tired, but after what he did, I was feeling even worse.
“Why are you going to J City?” He lay down next to me and still continued feeling me up even after he was done.
I kept my eyes shut, not feeling like talking to him. I stood up and was about to go to the bathroom when he suddenly pinned me down. “Answer me.”
I gritted my teeth. “I’m going to go shower.”
“I’ll walk you there,” he said as he held me tightly.
“I don’t want you to.”
“I want to.” His tone was already laced with anger.
After that, he picked me up and put me in the bathtub before helping me fill it up.
I thought he would be done after that, but he started to take a shower right then and there.
This was even more awkward than what we just did!
Once I was done with my shower, I walked out in my towel to see him already fully clothed. His gaze darkened and he said, “I’ll be on holiday after tomorrow. We’ll go visit Aunt Sally then go to J City together.”
“No thanks,” I said with a mild expression. “I already booked my ticket.”
“Cancel it!” he barked in a scarily cold tone.
I pressed my lips together and frowned, trying to suppress my irritation. “You should go back tomorrow, then. It’s troublesome to cancel the ticket anyway.”
He looked at me and reached out a hand. My frown deepened. “What?”
“I’ll cancel it for you.”
“There’s no need.” I didn’t feel like arguing with him and went to the closet. He was already gone by the time I came out.
After tidying up a bit, I checked the time. It was almost time for me to head off so I carried my luggage downstairs.
Suddenly, my phone pinged with a notification from the airline company. It said that my flight had been canceled.
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