Chapter Ten

They were three fucking hours late.

The dinner was to begin by four pm, it was seven pm and yet no sign of them.

Angry, annoyed and frustrated Amelia pulled off the green gown she had been in for three hours waiting for the dinner, she unhooked her hair she had tied upwards, cleaned up her makeup and was about to wear her night dress, when someone came in.

No, this person didn’t knock- why would he? He owned the whole ‘motherfucking’-

‘Manners’ Amelia cautioned herself silently. She tried to hide the blush of embarrassment she felt, she was naked save for some little piece of lingerie and bra she wore. The fucker couldn’t even knock. She gave Xavier her back as she wore the first thing she saw which turned out to be a loose gown.

Just perfect.

She turned to her husband.

“You’re late”

“I know”

What a jerk, he can’t even let an apology slip out his mouth, even by mistake.

“You have nothing to say about it?”

“I was busy, I owe you no explanations”

“I am your wife”

“Yeah, yeah, call you