EPISODE SIX.
HAZEL
My heart almost left my chest the moment he was taking off his shirt, I thought we are having sex.
But how will you be having sex with someone you’re not in love with?
I hope he won’t continue his wayward lifestyle now that we are married.
And if he continues, Who am I to argue with him?
“Go to your room”He described the room to me which made me wondered if we won’t be using the same room.
“Are we not using the same room?”I blurted.
The word really slipped out of my mouth.
Geez, I wished I could control my intrusive thoughts sometimes.
He turned to me sharply in amusement and walked closer to me.
“In the same room? As we are what?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked”I said briefly and dragged my bag slowly behind me.
I could feel his eyes on me as I walked to the stairs.
Thank God he didn’t not tried picking up an argument again.
He was really pissed off when he’s with his mom and I don’t blame him.
He’s just mad and angry because of the whole arrangement.
I got to the room and had to check twice to see if this was my room.
It’s very large, there’s a dinning, A small sitting room and a big TV fixed into the wall.
There’s a reading table, on the table is a small container containing some stationeries.
It is like a confinement, With all these in my room, I don’t have any reasons to go out to the living room or see him for the rest of the day.
I dropped my wet bag on the floor and opened the box immediately.
Thankfully, My clothes weren’t wet, I carried it to the wardrobe which contained some pyjamas and homely wears for me.
His mother arranged this room, I’m sure of it.
I bring out my phone which was already crashed but it’s still working, I could barely see anything due to the ink spreading on the screen, I should still be able to make some calls.
I plugged the charger and after making sure it’s charging, I went to arrange the few clothes I brought inside it and took my bath.
The bathroom is a simple but expensive one, Which is exactly to my taste.
Poor me. Do I really have a taste?
I wore one of the pyjamas, The top was a crop top.
Bringing out my features, The pyjamas could hardly fit into my butts but after some exhausted minutes of forcing it, I was able to wear it.
I grabbed the small jotter on the table and plopped myself on the large bed at the other end of the room.
Stefano’s Mom gave me earlier so I will be able to know his likes and dislikes, in terms of food.
I read through them all.
The recipes are simple and straightforward which I will be able to prepare.
He loved Risterrito coffee which is very complicated but Mom is good at it.
After several months of learning it from her, I was able to get it perfectly.
I make them sometimes in coffee shops during my per time work.
After reading through them all, I set the alarm and slept off.
STEFANO
“Are we not using the same room?”She asked.
I was surprised she asked such a question, She didn’t know how it dropped from her mouth, I stared at her in confusion.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked”She said uncomfortably and wheeled her bag to the stairs.
My eyes were on her as she climbed the stairs.
What kind of stunt is she trying to pull on me? Why should we be using the same room?
Funny.
My phone started ringing in my pocket and I almost freaked out.
Fuck. Why did I get carried away?
I checked the ID and realized it’s Luca. This fucker won’t leave me. He’s just a pain in my ass.
“What’s it now?”I groaned pushing my hair backwards.
“I just got home”He announced gleefully.
Sometimes, I wondered if Luca is gay, The way he ogles around me is so annoying that I feel like ripping his hair off his scalp.
“How’s that my business?”
“Is she asleep already?”He asked diverting the topic.
I sighed tiredly and slumped on the chair.
“How should I know if she’s asleep or not? She’s in her room already, How’s that my business you fucker!”I cursed angrily.
“Chill. You don’t need to get angry”
“Why did you call?”
“Because I want to know if you guys are using the same room.”He teased faking his tone.
“I swear to…”
Christ. He cut the phone the moment I was trying to curse him.
Damn. He surely knows how to annoy someone.
I walked tiredly to the stairs, I stopped by her room.
The lights were off already but she didn’t lock the door.
I opened it slowly, She’s sleeping already.
She wrapped the thick sheets around her body because of the cold.
I watched her shivering terribly in the car earlier and crying at the same time because of what I said.
I don’t feel sorry. I don’t want to feel sorry for her. She made a dumb sacrifice for her family and they aren’t worth it. Her mom couldn’t even say a proper goodbye to her because she was happy her husband is back home.
Terrible family she got.
I didn’t know why I overreacted earlier when she handed me the towel, I was just infuriated because she cared about me.
Why did she noticed my wet hair? How’s it her business?
She should be mad at me for jailing her father for months but she cared instead.
Is she trying to pull a prank or me or what?
My head hurts after raking the doubts out of my head.
Shit. Is this how marriage is? I don’t want to ever do this again.
I turned on the heater in the room to keep her warm.
This is just me paying back her kindness and as a way of apologizing because I will never say it out to her.
I walked out of the room and head to my room to get some sleep before the morning.