Forty six

I actually did expect something. I was imagining his room was going to be dark and with tightly shut black curtains, candles hanging around, something wierd, anything, but no. This beauty is anything but that. It's painted in black, with white streaks in between, a king sized bed in the middle, a black and white bed post, the blackout curtains were drawn open and sunlight brightened up the room. The room is large, really large, a large white couch facing the bed, and a study table in the corner with files piled on them. There's a walk in closet and a fancy, extra large bathroom, I walk into the bathroom and I gasp again when I see the gold and black bathtub, there's a TV directly across the bathtub and a robe hanging on the wall. This is all too much for one person.

I sigh and quickly tug at the corset that was slowly squeezing the life out of me, I pull the dress down and throw it in the trash can, where it belongs, that thing is a freaking death trap.

I pull the pins out of my hair and throw them in the bin too. I don't see any make-up remover here so I'll just have to wash it away with soap.

I take a long bath in the bathtub and stayed there until my fingers started to wrinkle and shrink. I could have fallen asleep in there if not for the opening and closing of the door, indicating that someone was in the room.

I step out and drain the water, then I put on a bathrobe and step out of the bathroom, it was getting dark now, the sunlight was almost gone and all that remained was an orange hue in the sky. It was beautiful.

It is only now that I notice Zach sitting on the couch in the room, a laptop resting on his lap. He looks up at me and I find myself feeling shy. I don't know why, maybe it's because of the way his gaze raked across my body, or the light glint that fleeted in his eyes when he saw me.

My hair's wet, I'm in a bathrobe with nothing else on and my face is bare and it's also our wedding night. But I am still very mad at him, he should've let me know, not trick me into it and then letting me find out later, it's a freaking child we're talking about.

I walk past him and pull the closet open, I didn't find any clothes I could wear so I just wore his instead. I picked out a black shirt and some shorts, I didn't bring extra underwear so I don't have any to wear, but his shorts are too big, i try tying it around my waist but it just slips down my waist and falls, I sigh and take it off, the shirt is big enough to be worn as a dress so I'll just sleep in it.

"You take the couch, I'll take the bed" I say as I climb on the bed, snuggling into it, breathing in the faint smell of sandalwood around me.

"We need to talk" he says dropping the laptop. He stands and walks towards the bed.

"About what?" I decide to play dumb, I'm going to mess with his head until he really can't take it anymore.

"You know, the marriage, the child, your grandfather, I know you have questions, just ask them" He says.

"I don't have any questions, since you've decided not to tell me anything, I won't ask, I will mind my business, and I'll act like a wife to you but you CANNOT touch me. Will you be sleeping here?" I ask him as he makes his way to the bathroom.

"This is my house, we're married, I can do whatever I like" he says, stepping into the bathroom but leaving the door open so he can hear me properly.

"Not with me you can't, you sleep on the couch, if I find you on the bed, I'm gonna kick you off" I say and I throw the blankets over my head, effectively shutting him out.