Isabella
Everything went from good to sour. I walked into the mansion and slowly started to take my shoes off. I was completely tired and I didn’t know if it was my meeting with his grandfather or my meeting with the grandson.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to recall the incident with Tristan else I would find myself making up ideas that were going to only make things worse.
“Good evening ma’am,” Rose said rushing towards me. She bent to help me take off my shoes but I beat her to it, only letting her collect them from me and following me to my room.
“How was your day?” I questioned in a tired tone but didn’t get a response.
“Rose?” I called out staring at her
“It was good,” She responded realizing I was speaking to her.
“Please make dinner ready, I’m famished,” I groaned and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.
“Your bath is ready,” The sound of the running water was turned off, I was too tired to lift my legs, but I knew I had to go wash up.
“Dinner,” I repeated while taking off my dress. She nods with a smile before leaving the room.
“Come on girl, let’s get clean,” I hyped myself up and walked to the bathroom.
“Dinner is set,” I heard and dropped my iPad on the bed. I was already in my comfortable pajamas, and my hair was packed in a ponytail, while I wore a pink hair band on it.
I walked through the hallways to the dinner and halted immediately I saw him on the table eating. He must have noticed my presence from the way he stopped and lifted his head staring at me.
“Hi,” I said and almost slapped myself for saying it.
Hi? Like for real Isabella? Hi? That’s all you got, I scolded and drew a seat backward getting comfortable, while my food was being served.
“Hey,” He replied and I didn’t take my eyes off my food and just started to eat.
I didn’t want to be here. Heck, I definitely don’t want to share dining with him too. But it is what it is, after all, I am married to him.
The sounds of our cutleries coming in contact with our plates filled the air. It was like both of us were waiting for whom to speak first and break the silence that engulfed us.
“Do you like the meal?” I heard him.
“Yes,” I glanced over at him and didn’t say anything further but continued munching on my meal. The food was fantastic in fact. I wanted to moan out to how the flavor felt on my tongue, but this was no room for it, neither did the energy feel right to delve into the savory of the meal.
“Who made these?” I turned to Rose who stood like 10 feet behind me.
“Mr. Tristan ordered the best chef to prepare this, ” She said.
“Oh,” Of course I wasn’t expecting that. I looked at him, and he gazed at me as if wanting to hear something from me and all I said was
“Well cooked,” Immediately his face was drained of hope and the longing it had in it.
“Thank you for dinner,” I said after a few bites before leaving the dining.
God Isabella. That food was so freaking good and all you said was well cooked? Who even says that? Is that a word? Damn it. I wanted more. I wanted to have more but damn my pride. I cursed inside and sat on the sofa in my room.
I grabbed a book and wanted to read it, but the image of his abs flashed before my eyes and I was star struck.
“What the heck?” I thought and got on my feet
“No way was I thinking of him?”
“No f*cking way,” I chuckled and pointed to the sofa like it was its fault, or like it had something to do with my thoughts.
“I think it’s time for bed. Maybe a long good sleep will do just fine,” I breathe out using my hands for demonstrations repeatedly, before slowly climbing the bed.
“Just sleep,” I whisper and shoot my eyes slowly drifting off…
Narrator
A few hours into the night, the drizzling sound of the rain had turned into a heavy downpour. Isabella rolled on her bed uncomfortable when the thunderstorm started. She could hear the sound of the thunder.
“Dad?” She called out in her sleep, a tear rolling down from her eyes. She was having a nightmare.
“Mom?” She whimpered like a child who had been lost, as she turned sideways on the bed, rolling in the opposite direction while beads of sweat formed on her head.
“Dad?” She yelled immediately the sound of the thunder became louder causing her to suddenly wake up grabbing the sheets like her life depended on it.
“No. No,” She cried realizing it was raining.
“I’m fine, it’s just the rain. I’m not a child anymore,” she whispered to herself, while the clouds went dark and bright almost immediately causing her to yelp…
“Isabella”
Somewhere in the mansion, Tristan had rushed downstairs for a glass of water when he heard her screams. He thought there had been a break-in and alerted two of his guards before carefully approaching her room.
“Isabella,” He called out calmly and heard her whisper no no, like something was happening. He took calculated steps before busting through her door, making her jump up in fright.
“Isabella,” He called his already freaked-out wife and engulfed her in his embrace as he slowly patted her back before sending the guards away…
“Hey” He hushed calmly
“Shhh,” He added at intervals holding her and patting her hair, until her body stopped shaking.
“You’re okay, I’m here now,” He whispered to her, and slowly guided her to her bed as her body relaxed under his touch.
“You’re good now,” He said to her, and lay her on the bed, while he covered her body with a duvet and lay next to her.
He cleaned her face and watched her slowly drift to sleep before pulling away and covering her completely.
He turned off her lights and set to leave her room when he heard her sleepy voice.
“Tristan,” She called half asleep.
“Yes,” He responds,
“Sleep with me,” She said and tapped on the bed, while he stared dumbfounded…