Chapter 8 Profound
"I tried to remove that handcuff, but I think it was malignant to do that!" she said
"Sissyly, please tell brother Kier to free them," she pleaded. They all look scared to my husband based on my insight.
She held my hand tightly.
“Even we beg him forever; he won’t let them go.”
I nodded at Layla.
“I’ll try my best,” I responded.
There’s no assurance that I can help them.
"Wait, we'll be back," Layla shouted at her cousins.
We run back to the bedroom, and I suppress my annoyance.
I violently opened the door and saw him lying in the middle of the bed.
"Kier Fiero!" I call her by his full name
He opened his eyes.
"Yes, wife?" he asked innocently.
"I know you're just pretending to be drunk. Stand there!" I command him authoritatively.
"Damn! Are you on your red days again?!" He complained but stood up as well.
I'm holding back my anger.
"Where did you put the key?" I asked him straightforwardly.
"What?" He asked innocently.
“I know what you did,” there is an emphasis in every word I utter.
He opened his mouth wide.
"Kier Fiero, you're no longer funny; you're annoying, huh!"
"Damn! What!?" He grumbled his hair.
"What am I doing this time?!"
"Where's the key ?! Do you think I didn't know you handcuffed your cousins to the storage room?"
He breathed again and seemed unconcerned.
“Yeah, they deserve it,” he said, and I couldn’t believe his answer.
"Let them go," I commanded him.
"No," he said stiffly. He's determined not to let them go as well as I am.
The two of us are still stubborn.
"Will you let them go, or will I leave you?" I threatened him
"What?" He got up straight. It was as if his whole system woke up to what I said.
"What do you choose? I'm just talking to you," I'm already nervous with him at this time, but I have to ask him properly.
"Tsk." He's grumpy.
Without saying a word, he stood up.
We followed him, and he released his cousins. He didn't use a key or anything; he just did something on the handcuffs, so that's the reason why they can't open it easily. Bry cursed him,m and even threatened him.
"Asshole!" he cursed him again before he left.
The kids ran away in fear that someone would do it again, and a raw American had even more teasing on him.
When we lay down on the bed, he immediately hugged me.
"Kier, we're not done talking yet!" I threatened him.
He groaned and hugged me tightly.
"Kier, what the heck! Let me go!"
"Babe, please, it's only tomorrow," he pleaded.
"I have a headache," Kier complains like a baby.
I tried to remove his hug from me, but he tightened it even more.
"I'm charging. I'm too tired and exhausted these past few days; let me hug you," Kier pleaded.
"Let's talk first because I'm unhappy with what you did," I said firmly.
“Where did you get that handcuff?” I asked.
The handcuff was challenging to unlock by pin.
"Kiss me; I'll tell you" He raised his head to look at me.
"Kier!" I shouted his name.
"I'm serious," he said; he wasn't laughing or smiling, so he was probably serious about it.
"Kier, I know you’re not drunk."
I forcibly removed his hug from me, and he opened his eyes and looked at me sharply.
"My head is still hot, Shielyn" he didn't remove our eye contact and leaned on the bed's headboard.
"Don't change the subject!" I hissed
"Why are you so mad?!" he raised his voice.
"Are you shouting at me?!"
Kier looked away.
"N-no."
"Can't you blame others when you're hot-headed? And you didn't do the right thing to your cousins. You scared them with what you did."
"Damn! Why are you siding with them? They bullied me."
I looked at him in disbelief.
"by the way, you still look like a bully."
" Why do you side with them? Your siding should be on me."
"Kier, you’re being immature!" I shouted; I started to get irritated.
"What?!" He didn't seem to like what I said.
"Watch your words, woman!" He threatened and glared at me.
His voice is earnest and cold as ice.
"But it's still not right for you to pour out your anger on others, " I said calmly.
"Who do you want me to vent my anger to?" He's looking into my eyes intently
"You can pour your anger on something other than the person, especially since it has nothing to do with what you are angry about," I said.
"Yeah, so, Can I vent my anger now by kissing you?"
His flexes were too fast, so he grabbed me by the waist and just a few strands away from our lips.
"I'm such a mad babe. I want to vent my anger by kissing you."
He kissed me again without any sign. I didn't expect this.
He kissed me violently as if he was venting his anger; his grip on Ken was tight.
I groaned when he bit my lower lip, and Kier entered his tongue; I sighed at what he did.
His hands caress my waist up and down, and sometimes he draws a small circle using his thumbs.
He pulled me closer and pressed him closer.
Every kiss he gave me was intense and tender.
I can't breathe.
He broke the kiss to get some air and started to kiss me again, the kiss he was too hurried and looking for something.
His left hand is on my cheek, guiding me, while his other hand is on my waist.
The kiss lasted for more minutes. I tried to initiate the kiss, but Kier didn't let me.
He let go of the kiss, and we both gasped.
"Let's sleep," he closed his eyes deeply. It seems complicated.
"Before I can't control myself," he opened it. And his eyes are full of love and desire.
I bowed because I was suddenly embarrassed, but he lifted my face and kissed me deeply.
"Damn!" He murmured.
"Another head is angry," he said.
I pushed him, but he just laughed.
"We better sleep now," he guided me, got my head, and put it on his chest. He hugged me too.
I tried to remove his hug from me.
"I'll kiss you until you lose your breath," he threatened me.
"Your hug is too tight," I complained; I couldn't breathe.
Kier looked at me.
"Don't tell me you're on your period again," he said thoughtfully.
I don't know if I will laugh at or feel sorry for what he said.
I just let him hug me because I'm sleepy too.
The following day we had breakfast together, and I noticed that his cousins avoided looking at him. I don't know if I laugh at them or feel sympathy; they all look scared.
Kier was just quietly drinking coffee next to me when I suddenly pushed him; he raised an eyebrow at me, pointed to his cousins in front of us, and Kier rolled his eyes, so I kicked him in the leg.
"fuck!" he groaned; we got their attention, so they asked, but he said.
“I’m fine; I thought someone k-kick me.”
I saw Bryden smirk.
On the other hand, Layla is also quietly eating and occasionally placing Bryden's plate.
“Daughter, that's not like that, Tsk!”
Kier's mom shouted when I threw the pimento in the saucepan.
“That's not the proper way to put ingredients in the boiling water,” she instructed me.
“Do you want to sear, huh?”
I look at my mother; she seems stressed. My mother-in-law is teaching me how to cook, and I don’t have a talent for cooking. The kitchen doesn’t like me.
I lowered my gaze. Is mother mad at me? She invited me to prepare our lunch, and I didn't know a thing in the kitchen. Kier is the one who trains my meal and is in charge of almost everything in the house.
“Mom, don't scold Shileyn; brother might hear you,” Layla whispered. She's leaning on the counter comfortably while she’s eating the cheese.
“Layla, daughter, why did you deplete the cheese, huh? I'll use them,” mom said problematically.
“And I'm not scolding her! I'm teaching her,” she rolled her eyes at Lyla.
“And can you please help us here? Instead of depleting the cheese?” My Mother-in-law pleaded with sarcasm.
Layla puts down the cheese container, and she depletes it.
“My mommy doesn't let me get involved in the kitchen, and I don't know how to cook,” she said while rolling her eyes. They’re calling their auntie mommy. This family has a strong bond and is close to each other.
Mom Kier put down the spatula and got the saffron.
“That's why I am here teaching you how to cook,” she said slowly. She tasted the boiling water.
“I don't want to!” she stomped her feet.
“I'm not born to cook. I'm born to be beautiful and a model,” she said, finding another container of cheese.
“I just saw it here,” she whispered and kept finding it. She loves cheese.
Kier's mom looked at her, and her hands were now on her waist.
“No one will marry you. You don't know anything about household chores. You're a woman. You should know how to cook; you'll serve your husband.”
I don’t know about cooking and why Kier married me.
Layla cringed.
“Heh! If he wants to eat, he must find his maid!” Layla said, and her face brightened.
“Finally! “She looked happy as she found the other cheese set, and mom got it from her.
“Mom!” Layla hissed.
Moms Kier used the cheese, and Layla stomped her feet, and she murmured.
“And you, Shielyn, how can you eat every day where you don't know how to cook.”
My mom shifted her attention to me, and I lowered my gaze. I feel embarrassed. My mom never embarrassed me.
“You must know how to cook. Kier is tired from work, and you must cook something for him when he gets home. Surely he’s hungry,” she put salt and blended it. Coffee is okay with him.
