Feelings for her

As soon as we comes out of my car, I helped him to get inside the mansion

He can't even walk properly in his drunken state so, after a debate with myself

I've decided to drop him towards his room

It will be the very first  time for me to go to my husband's room, we've already loved in separate bedrooms as this marriage is nothing but I ly a contract which was destined to end after 19 months

I just don't know what happened to me, but this thought makes my chest squeeze making me feel so uncomfortable around

I was supposed to be very happy that finally, I will be able to get freedom from him after 19 months but then also, my heart was so hurting with this thought of leaving him

My feet involuntarily moved with his. He led me inside his room and shut the door. If you thought his living room was cool wait till you see his bedroom. At the middle there was the biggest size bed I've ever seen in my entire life. Adorn with black and grey sheets and cushions. There were few black leather couches on the right. Across the room I saw the biggest bookshelf ever.

Tons of books  covered the wall. On the left was what I assumed his walk in wardrobe and there was large plasma on the wall along with a gamer system.

The room theme was black and grey which reminded me how he is. Dark and mysterious. One thing I also noticed there were pictures everywhere. In fact the table between the couches was filled with pictures.

I'm sure my eyes were too wide than normal. But it widened even more when I saw him literally stripping. He took his shoes off alongside with his socks. Then he took his white tee off and my eyes lingered on his perfectly toned body. Then he emptied his pockets, taking his phone and pretty loaded wallet out. I had to turn around when his hand reached to unzip his jeans.

"What are you doing?" I shrieked, turning around and covering my eyes.

"You can take the couch." He replied, only wearing his boxers, before lying down and switching the lights off.

"Of course." I muttered dryly

Or I could just go to my grandpa's house as I was staying there for sometime,

I saw the time on the alarm clock and it read 4 am. Too tired to drive I took the shoes and hoddie off and made myself comfortable at the couch, which by the way was very comfortable. The tiredness was drowning me into sleep. The exhaustion had completely worn me out completely. For a minute I felt like I was at my grandpa's house. I heard shuffling and assuming it was my grandpa, I have a habit to fall asleep anywhere, when I was a child and  my grandpa used tug me in bed,  whenever I fall asleep on anywhere

I felt a soft blanket on top of me and I snug closer to it.

"Love you," I muttered in my sleep.

Zuriel POV

My hands froze when she said those words. It made my heart skip a beat, I chose to ignore the distress inside me and presumed she talks in her sleep. Another weird habit.

I have to admit I was little relieved to see her in the club. Even after few shots I was still perfectly in my senses. Like usual, I was having fun with another girl, thinking of taking her somewhere tonight and that's when I saw her coming. Not believing what I saw, I questioned her, only to be replied to crudely. Yes, it was indeed Emberly Rae.

It was fun teasing her, watching her mutter something under her breath every five seconds. When she helped me to be out of the club, she was gripping my shoulders,  I had a strong urge to hold her, to be closer to her. As strange as it sounds I wanted her.

can't I see her getting crushed? Maybe the reason was that I tried it once and see what it did to her made me miserable. I thought about Friday night and never regretted anything as bad as what I did to her. Her tear-stained face was still in my mind and I doubt if I will ever get rid of that image.

Watching her helpless on the road when she refused to come inside, I realized how vulnerable I made her. I decided that from now on I would not punish her for anyone's mistakes. She was too fragile to be in the middle of what was going on around me. It was not fair to bring her into this cruel world of mine.

However, I was surprised by how frustrated she could make me. When she refused to get inside the car I almost lost my temper. She knew she was lost and there is no way she would get home tonight without anyone harassing her and yet still she chose to be stubborn. Her stubbornness matched mine. I must have had a lot of self-control to not wring her neck with my own hands. That night I concluded, no matter how much I would plead she would never get inside the car.

And when she asked me if it is really that hard to apologise. I knew for a fact it is. I tried to make myself apologise but I couldn't. For me apologising meant showing your weakness, showing emotions and I buried my emotions years ago and I ought to never show it to another girl. But she was bringing the emotions out of me I was alienated with.

I called Samuel and asked him to help me out of this situation and being the friend he is, he agreed immediately. I couldn't stay still till the moment he told me she is home safely.

The next day I avoided her sending any work related stuff. I knew for a fact how much she hated my guts and I wouldn't be surprised if she is secretly praying for my death. However, something inside was telling me to call her but then I remembered that she broke her homeland I even broke her laptop

Damm

Feeling even guiltier I ordered a new phone and laptop for her and decided to give her on Monday.

All those years I went clubbing to get over her, but last night for the first time I went to get rid of the guilt caused by what I did to Brielle. The weight of the guilt was suffocating me.

I realised no one deserves to be treated the way I was treating her. So what if my father forced me to get married to her, and also invest in her company? I also once was forced to join it. God knows what circumstances forced her to work for still staying with me after the way I treated her.

My dad wanted me to he married to her only then he will transfer his whole company to me but then, I used to thought that Brielle was a manupualtive opportunist in this, when I got to know that my dad even invest in her useless coanpny which was at the edge of bankruptcy, I thought she was a gold digger and manupulate my dad this much that he forced me to marry her

So,I've decided to to torture her at this edge that she will ended up breaking this marriage by herself, and then my Dad won't be able to say anything to me as she will be the one who back out from this marriage first that's the real and main reason, I was continuously torturing and insulting her

She has that spark in her eyes like I had 5 years ago. She reminds me a lot of my past. I was about to crush her like someone crushed me many years ago. I didn't think she will manage to rise up again like I did. I mentally made a note to apologise to her tomorrow morning.

Tugging the blanket softly I caress few strands of hair off her face. She looks so peaceful and innocent. I never realised before how beautiful she really is. If only she knew about it and had done something about it. But then again I don't want her to change for anyone. Without any effort she manages to have unwanted attention on her, I wonder what it would be like if she is obvious about her beauty. I lay on my bed and covered myself in a soft duvet. I slowly drifted to sleep.

The next morning I got up at my usual time, got showered, and cleaned up before dressing myself in my casuals. The staff had weekends off so I made my way to the kitchen to eat something. She was still sleeping so I decided to let her sleep more. After all, we did come home early morning.

I was in the kitchen making pancakes for myself when I heard a loud thud. I chuckled knowing it has to be her. I am not joking when I call her clumsy. She manages to fall even standing up perfectly still.