"Says the guy who cos ho way past midnight drunk on most days…" I replied as I closed the door behind . I heard the door click shut and automatically lock behind .
I walked slowly into the dining room where Hayden was sitting at the dining table. I wondered what he wanted with . I couldn’t wait to get away from him.
"What?" Hayden said in surprise at my retort.
"Nothing…" I mumbled, turning to walk away.
"Hmm…sit down," Hayden commanded, loud and clear.
I turned to look at Hayden again. He was dressed in all black today and I had to admit that he looked stunning. The black suit, shirt and tie worked well to bring out his blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. The next thing that I noticed was the abundant amount of food on the table, all seed untouched.
He was waiting to have dinner…with ?
Hesitantly, I sat down on the opposite side of the dining table. The food looks amazing and fancy; however, I had a feeling that I wasn’t going to enjoy this al.
"Eat," Hayden commanded, his sharp eyes on .
"Thank you…" I whispered.
I reached for the utensils on the table and began taking so food onto my plate. After watching
eat for a little while, Hayden started eating as well. We ate in silence with neither of us saying anything. I didn’t talk to him, and I was starting to feel thankful that he wasn’t talking to .
However, having him so close and sitting right opposite to
made my mind think about him. I recalled when I first t him in the church where we were supposed to get married. I could see in my mind the scene from that day. Hayden was drunk and then his father hit him on the head, and he bled. I recalled the things he said…
"You look like you have sothing you want to say. Just spit it out," Hayden said, placing his fork and knife down while his eyes stared at .
Now that he was asking, I might as well just ask him. It would be good to set the record straight between us.
"Umm…you don’t really want to marry , right?" I asked.
"So what?" Hayden said, his eyes narrowing at .
"I an, at the church you did say that you didn’t want to marry . Don’t get
wrong, I feel the exact sa way…" I said a little hesitantly.
"Your point is?" Hayden asked, sounding very detached and uninterested.
"You said that the only one who would be your bride is Alia…" I said, recounting his words.
Hayden stiffened in his seat at the ntion of Alia’s na. His eyes narrowed at , and I could sense that I had angered him. It felt like the temperature in the room dropped several degrees, suddenly, I felt very cold.
"Don’t say her na. You have no right to say her na so casually," Hayden spat at . He was clearly offended by what I said.
"I’m sorry…I didn’t an to offend you…or her," I apologized. I guess, I said too much. After all, I don’t even know this Alia woman.
"So? Why are you asking?" Hayden asked, his tone reverting to its emotionless state.
"Well, if you don’t intend to marry
anyways…then, after a month is over, you will set
free right?" I asked, hopefully.
"Is that what’s been worrying you?" Hayden asked, his eyes burning into mine.
"Well, yes," I replied.
"If you obey
well, I’ll set you free," Hayden said after a mont of thought. He picked up his utensils and continued with his al.
"Really?" I said, my face lighting up with a smile. Soon, I’ll be out of here.
Hayden didn’t reply as he continued to toy with the food on his plate. I wondered if the food didn’t suit his taste. To , everything tasted heavenly. Better than any food that I’ve ever tasted before.
"You seem very desperate to be free of ," Hayden said observantly.
"Of course. I know that you don’t want to be stuck with
either so…we should just go our separate ways…as soon as possible…" I said, seriously.
"I see. Well, enough talk about that. Now, tell …" Hayden said, changing the topic.
"Tell you…what?" I asked, confused.
"Are you still going to play innocent?" Hayden asked, his eyes returned to focus on .
"I…honestly have no idea what you’re talking about…" I said softly.
"Did you do sothing naughty? I’ll considering lessening your punishnt if you confess…" Hayden said as he leaned closer to
over the table.
It’s not possible. Could it be that he knew that I was in his room? But he was asleep…no wait…
If Hayden was asleep all the ti, then how did I end up on his bed?
Hayden…he…
"Why did you co into my room when I clearly told you not to?" Hayden asked, his eyes never leaving my face.
Shit. He knows…of course he knows…
"I…I was there to help you! I heard this loud crashing sound and since you were so drunk, I thought that I should check on you…" I tried to explain.
"I told you never to co into my room…" he repeated his rule. Clearly my appeal wasn’t getting to him at all.
"It was a semi-ergency, I guess. Who knows, you could have been badly hurt. When I went inside, the bookshelf that had fallen over almost fell on top of you…" I continued to explain. For once, I was sure that I was making sense. Safety should co first before any of his stupid rules…
"So, you were worried about ?" Hayden asked, his eyes and face void of any emotions.
This man is so cold, how could I think for a second that he would understand.
"…I guess I was…worried about you…" I mumbled while casting my eyes downwards.
Hayden looked at
as he seed to be making up his mind about his next move. I prayed silently that he would just let this slide.
"Hayden…" I called out his na softly.
"Were you really worried about ?" Hayden asked, his eyes looking deep into mine.
"Of course, I was. I would have been worried for anyone in that situation…" I replied honestly.
Hayden sighed as he got up from his seat, slowly. I watched as he walked slowly to my side of the table until he was standing right next to where I was seated. I looked up at him and he down at .
"What you said just now made a lot of sense," Hayden said and for once his eyes were gentle.
"Then…" I began, hopefully.
"…but rules are rules, Malissa," he whispered very close to my ear.
--To be continued…
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