Chapter 9

The next morning was no different than the others except for the fact that I could still feel his lips on mine, his arms tight around my waist and his hardness on my core. It felt like I was stuck in that moment unable to move on from the best ten minutes of my life.

"Don't play games with me, Eva'

His words brushed by my ears again and again in the form of whispers as I sat silently in the darkness of my room.

I laughed out loud.

"Don't play games"

Games. It was all a fucking game to him while I was slowly dying inside. The pain stabbing through my heart was so unbearable to live with.

"Eva"

Shraf's voice echoed through my room from the other side of the door.

I did not respond.

"Eva, I know you are in there."

No Shit Shelock. Again, I did not bother to reply.

"Eva" he called again, his voice strict, demanding to hear from me.

"No!" I shouted in defiance. I don't want to face him right now.

"I am not going to open the door, Shraf. Go away."

Everything went silent for a few seconds. I knew why. My husband did not take rejection well, that too from me, his personal puppet.

I could already imagine him shaking with anger when I heard him leaning against the door.

"You have two options, love." He spoke slowly, the endearment was merely there to make me realise the weight of his words.

"Either you are going to be a good little girl and open the door for me or I am going to break it. Trust me when I tell you, the second option is not going to end up very well."

The tears I was trying to stop all these hours burst out as soon as I heard him. Why?! Why was not he allowing me a few seconds alone to gather myself! It's been years of dealing with his carelessness of me, his unbothered reaction to my efforts, my love, my heart. Now, he wants attention and when he doesn't get it he gets to act like a two year old. Anger was flowing through my veins crazily as I lashed out,

"Don't act like a child, Shraf! I AM NOT GOING TO OPEN THE DOOR."

There. Now deal with it, asshole!

Again silence. I knew it was the silence before storm but I was not ready to give up yet.

I shut my eyes and waited for it.

One. Two. Three. Four. Fiv-

The door of my room started shaking with great force. My husband was breaking it open.

Before I knew, he was inside the room sharing the darkness with me. His presence was enough to make the ambient more intense and intimidating. I slowly opened my eyes, unable to see clearly as my eyes was not well adjusted to the darkness yet but his 5'O clock shadow was too hard to miss.

His large figure slowly stood before me with his dark gaze determined on me.

"I warned you, Mi Vida." His whispered slowly while quickly picking me up and dropping me on his shoulder.

I did not move as I did not have any energy left in me to fight him. Five years of marriage, still I did not know him well. Heck, I did not know him at all! I barely recognise the person who is in front of me right now. I knew Shraf Sinclaire to be an intense brooding man, but this side of him? Never in my wildest dreams I could imagine this version of him.

I laid on his shoulder like a potato sack as he walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. I started seeing flashed of lights as soon as I opened my eyes forcing me to shut them again. Shraf dropped me on the chair before putting the breakfast bowl before me.

Pancakes.

"Eat." He ordered as he pulled a chair and sat by me. I was not going to eat without brushing my teeth but did not bother to mention it to him.

"What do you want?" I asked curious to know what changed. When did he start caring enough to force me have my breakfast?

He shrugged not bothering to reply as he dived into his breakfast. This man. How can anyone look so perfect after waking up?! I looked up and down his perfect body and sighed.

"I am going upstairs." I stood up from my chair. He heard me but did not stop eating, neither did he look at me.

After finishing his breakfast, he wiped his face gracefully as I stood there waiting. I don't know why I did not leave but something in me could sense that it was not going to do me any good.

He poured a glass of water for himself and stared at it as if he was contemplating serious life decisions.

"I would not keep defying me if I were you, Mi Vida."

My temper flared up at his words. He could kiss my ass if he thought I would be his pet dog following his every order.

"I don't know what do you think of me but guess what? I don't bark." I snatched the glass from his hand and threw it across the wall, the shattering sound echoing all around the walls.

It did not even faze him as he sat there calm as if I just did not commit an unforgivable offence in his book. What did not faze him made me more scared. I quickly went into panic mode fearing what's he going to do to me. Nobody insults Shraf Sinclaire. Nobody. I slowly took a few steps back to increase the distance between us.

The shattered glass pieces were scattered all between us in the kitchen, I knew he could not walk to me without getting pricked by the glasses.

And then it happened. Shraf stood up, his eyes boring into me.

"No! You can't walk. There are broken glasses on floor!" My voice shook as I warned earning me a sneer from him.

"Don't worry about it. Either way, you are going to get punished, wifey."