Mia’s POV
“How did you find out about Rosalie?
Where the hell is she, what did she say to you, did she try to hurt you?” he asked me in a panic, pulling me closer to examine my body for injuries or scars. I shrugged him off, putting some distance between us. I couldn’t help wondering why he panicked when I told him about her. Why on earth did he think that she had hurt me, is she a lunatic?
“By the way, I thought I asked you to stay in here until I get back, why did you come down to meet Rosalie?
What if she had hurt you?
Worse yet, what if she was lying about knowing me, what if it was a plot to get you down here? You could have been hurt Mia, and that is why you have to follow my instructions always. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to follow my instruction, I thought we’d talked about this!” he scolds me angrily. I almost laughed at his smart move, what the hell does he take me for?
“Is that all you have to say?
For fucks sake, I just told you that your ex-girlfriend walked into this house. Or maybe I should call her your current girlfriend because she came in here with her luggage. Lots and lots of luggage, and guess what, dear husband…
She said she is here to stay!” I screamed in frustration, showing my true emotion for the first time since he walked in through that door. I didn’t want to share the details of my dialogue with Rosalie, but I had to tell him everything she said to me because it seems like he isn’t taking this issue as seriously as he is supposed to. I practically yelled at the top of my voice, telling him how she flaunted herself as a queen, threatening to take him away from me. I’ve never been one to nag or antagonize anyone, I have no idea what spirit possessed me.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I just keep on screaming at him like a fucking lunatic, hoping it sinks into his head. I know he was going to react to this, I wanted him to react. But I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting. I was thinking he would flare up and go down there and kick her out of his house, I mean, our house.
Ok, wait,
I wasn’t expecting him to kick her out, I mean, that would be so wrong because she is new in town and the sun is not even up, it’s still so early, too early. But he could have at least gone down there and scolded her for talking to me that way, he could have put her in her place. He should have fought for me…
But he didn’t…
He simply chuckled and pulled me into his arms, smiling like a fucking idiot.
“Don’t you worry your pretty head about Rosalie. Stop overreacting, and Just leave her to me,” he let out calmly, acting as if this is all a big misunderstanding. He is trying to make me look stupid, telling me that I’m overreacting.
“Fine, I’ll stop overreacting and let you handle your precious little girlfriend. I’ll see you in the office… Husband,” I let out in anger and I stood up from the damn bed and left his room. He didn’t try to stop me, he just laughed at me as if I were a fucking child that is throwing a tantrum. I went out of the room in anger, banging the door so hard that the entire room vibrated. I was just about to open the door to the adjoining room, but it opened on its own, and I saw Rosalie standing by the open door, wearing a black lingerie set that made her look like a fucking pornstar. A cute pornstar, if I’m being honest.
“Trouble in paradise?
Has he finally kicked you out of his room, or did you realize that he never loved you after all?” she asks mockingly, giving me that evil smirk that tends to make my blood boil in anger.
“What are you doing up here, Rosalie?
I specifically asked the housekeepers to show you to a room downstairs, how the hell did you get up here?” I growled at her in anger.
“Well, I don’t have to listen to you blabbing about, and I certainly don’t take orders from you. I picked this room because it is close to my man. I want to be close to Drake, and there is nothing you can do about it.” She offered an evil smile, and just as I was about to respond to her, she shut the door in my face. I could hear her giggling excitedly behind the door, mocking me stylishly, and making me look stupid.
I turned around and went back into the master bedroom, banging the door again. I turned to yell at him once more, but I stopped myself when I saw the fierce look on his face. I don’t know if he heard what she said to me, but his countenance changed a lot. The veins on his forehead popped out, I could see him grinding his tooth, trying to rein in his anger. He looks like a volcano that could explode at any second. I would hate to be at the receiving end of this furious anger of his. So I kept mute and went to his walk-in closet to get my outfit for work ready. I tried to ignore him and walk into the walk-in closet, but he stopped me before I got in,
“Come here,” he ordered firmly, and I stopped immediately. I felt hypnotized, I lost control of my actions, and just like someone in a trance, I walked over to the bed as he instructed. I stood by the side of the bed, frowning hard, looking anywhere else but at him. He chuckled once more, making me glare hard at him. Well, that only made him laugh harder. I was too furious to notice his hand movement, I didn’t know what he was up to until he pulled my hand hard, and the next thing I know, I’m falling into his warm embrace.
“You look so cute when you are pissed. I can never get tired of watching your childish reactions to everything. You’re just so beautiful, so amazing.” He teased.
“Don’t patronize me, Drake. I want her out of here,” I complained sadly, and I tried to wriggle out of his tight grip, but he wouldn’t let me. He fondled with my hair and my face, ignoring my complaints, or so I thought.
“You are my wife, Mia, and I love you. Fine, if you want her out, I’ll kick her out. But please, let me take a little nap, with you in my arms. I didn’t sleep all night, I’m so fucking tired. Rosalie can wait, just take a nap with me, we’ll resume at the office together, I need to show you to your new office.” He let out calmly.
“And Rosalie?” I asked him again, making him chuckle once more.
“Let me handle that drama queen.” he asserted firmly, pulling me into his arms, and cuddling me. I could hear him breathing evenly, and I know he has fallen asleep. I snuggled closer to him, basking in his warmth. But deep down in my heart, I wondered what he was going to do to Rosalie. He had loved her for more than two years, will he be able to kick her out of our lives, will she find a way to rekindle their lover?
What would I do if they get back together?