Chapter 242 TRAPPED
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I glare at her, she already had pissed me off in Denver and now, here, again she is showing stubbornness to me. What does she think I am afraid of?
Without giving her any chance to escape, I hold her up and quickly cover her mouth, you never know, when she'll shout out loud.
She start muffled screaming, I knew it.
Quickly, I kick the door closed and then throw her on the bed while pinning her body down with mine so she couldn't run away.
"You have already disobeyed me before, and I won't allow it this time. Better sleep here, or I'll throw you out so that you freeze to death." I threaten her but she is a stubborn woman.
She wriggles her brows and I couldn't understand if she is disapproving or agreeing, so cluelessly, I remove my hand from her mouth and she speaks out, "Throw me out." She challenges me.
Woah…
I sigh looking at her furious face helplessly, can't she listen to me one time?
Before, she used to be such an obedient wife, and now look at her. "No, I have changed my mind, now."
I tell her briskly, and then trap her hands with mine, while my body lays on her pressing her further into the mattress, "What… what are you doing?" She stutters, and her eyes blink from fear.
Very Good.
"Now, you have two options, Tessa Will." I whisper in her ear, "First, you sleep here quietly, or else, I'll make you sore so you won't be able to leave this room."
Her hair stands, and her face goes pale, she looks at me, inquiring if I'm really serious.
Well, I am, which husband doesn't want to make his wife sore in bed? I would love to do that because I know otherwise she won't allow me to get close.
She licks her lips, her eyes nervously sweeping all over my face and then at my body which is pressed to hers like a button, and my member twitches when she writhes under me.
Does she want this too?
I am surprised yet pleased by her actions, but then she opens her mouth taking away all my happiness.
"Fine."
What???
"Pick your side." I ask and her pupils dilated, finally resolving my words in her stupid brain, she replies, "Right side."
Good.
I always sleep on the left.
I nod my head, and even when I don't want to let go, I have to. Reluctantly, I leave the bed and then straight to the washroom, washing my face with cold water multiple times. It freezes my nerves but still a rush of heat still stays inside me.
F**k
Tessa, you're forcing me to jerk off. I growl in disgust and then walk out in my boxers. The home is warm, and I have no extra clothes to wear tomorrow so I decided to sleep in boxers instead of wrinkling my clothes more while I sleep.
Tessa's eyes popped out when she sees me, "Come on, you have seen much more before, Tessa." I roll my eyes in dissatisfaction.
Seriously, I am not showing off neither trying to force her, I am just short of clothes.
Hurriedly, I take my place and then wait for her to take hers, the bed sinks and I realize she has climbed behind me, soon, the side lamp goes off and we are enveloped in the dark.
"Are you asleep?" I hear Tessa's voice after some time and I turn slightly, her petite silhouette comes into my view, "Not yet."
Silence is all her response.
"You aren't able to sleep?" I ask, turning to her side in the dark.
"Uhm… No…" She replies in a hesitant voice.
"What happened that night?" She asks, pointing at the night she had spent in her parent's house and lost her consciousness.
"When you disobeyed me," Intentionally I point out, and even in the dark, I see her squirming.
"You lost your consciousness, maybe because of the coldness." I reveal and all I could hear is a thoughtful "OH" from her mouth.
That's all.
No sorry, no remorse for her actions.
"I would have made it back on my own." She still has the guts to talk back.
"Really? And how would that be? If I hadn't shown up on time you would have frozen to death." I gritted my teeth, my heart twisting in unbearable pain at that awful possibility.
"Like you really care for my life, Andrew. I still haven't forgotten the time when you and your sister had sent me to my deathbed." She groans, venom fills in her voice.
"I hadn't done anything, Tessa. It was you, who was running away." I sit up blaming her, my veins start to pop from anger.
"I was running away from you, you intended to take away my child." She too sits up, switching on the bed lamp and now only I realize that she is wearing a thin slip instead of her clothes.
F**k, such a distraction. This is a serious argument.
"Hah…" I laugh painfully, "I was trying to take away our child. Many times… Many times, I had asked you, requested you, literally begged you to go away, even arranged all the things beforehand but what you did…" I pause, my nose flaring, "You never listened."
I finish breathing heavily, "Why should I? I thought we were a family." She cried out, her breathing the same as mine.
Her face distorting.
"I could never imagine what you and your sister had planned for me, how would I…" She look at me with pain in her eyes, "You showed such genuine love, I was trapped."
Trapped?
Now, this is a new thing to hear. I trapped her. I thought she was the one who trapped me in her love.
"My love was never fake," I state sternly.
She stops crying, and goes all mute but then suddenly a huge jerk on my arm makes me lay back heavily and now she is up on me, her hand's fist, she is punching me.
I take a few blows until I realize that she is venting out her anger on me.
"Stop…" I hold her restless arms and she writhes not wanting to surrender.
"Tessa, stop it," I say with force and finally, she does.
"I hate you, Andrew. You're a liar, because of you I am in a pathetic situation today and even my family is suffering, it's all because of you." she starts to sob.
I let go of her hands and try to hug her to calm her down, but then she suddenly hits my hand that is approaching her waist.
BOOM
"Don't touch me."
I put up my hands in surrender leaning back at the headboard watching her intently, she keeps weeping while resting her bottom at the completely wrong place. I wanted to ask her to move but she doesn't look in the senses to realize what she is doing unintentionally.
"I had tried to warn you, but it was simply our fate to get like this," I state sadly.
Yes, this is what it is, this was our fate and no matter what we would do, we couldn't escape from it at all.
She wipes the pool of tears from her face and then nods her head in silent approval, she lifts her weight from me and then shifts back to her place looking a little calmer.
"Still, I won't forgive you, and neither will I stay." She says stubbornly with a hoarse voice and I sigh discontentedly.
"I know, Tessa."
I turn to my side and after a while, she switches off the side lamp while settling back into her place to sleep. I hope she will be able to sleep because I am not.
After some time, I feel her light snores and turn to her cautiously, she is sleeping peacefully, her breath even, I stretch my hand and touch her cheek, they are still cold from all the tears.
Controlling my emerging emotions, I quickly pull back my hand before she would feel my touch and wake up disoriented.
The next day, I am the only one awake in the house, and if I put in the correct words I haven't slept, yes, how would I? After Tessa's confession, how could I be sleeping peacefully?
I quickly drive back to the hotel, bringing the necessities and clothes for the kids and Tessa. Her image in the thin slip flashes in front of my eyes and I shake away that dirty thought.
On the second day, Tessa looks calmer than yesterday. She spends the whole day with Cyril while the kids only spend a few hours because of Aaron's health. I don't allow him to stay in the hospital for longer.
I didn't meet her father after and neither ask her mother about his disappearance, it would be better if he didn't show up.
At night, we return to Denver. Yes, only two days I had decided to stay. We can come back later for sure.
We reach the mansion in complete silence and exhaustion, Tessa stays cold and indifferent after our argument at her parent's house. And I also didn't try to open any conversation with her.
Why should I?
She think I had trapped her, let her think this way.
I won't correct her.
I tiredly reach my room after putting the kids to their bed when suddenly my phone lights up showing a text from Ann.
"In my study."
Hosh…
Study room means scolding or a fight. I ponder for a minute if I should really go but then I know I couldn't escape her wrath, at one point I had to take it.
Helplessly, I walk to the elevator, straight to her floor, and then to the study.
"You took the private jet without my consent?" Ann questions looking angry as I had expected.
"It was a last moment decision," I lie flawlessly.
"For two days, you were unable to get in contact with me." Ann frowns, looking upset from my lack of consideration towards her.
"My phone…" I begin to make more lies when she suddenly stops me, "You must be tired from your journey, have some warm milk and go to sleep." She offers me a glass of milk with a soft smile that's very unusual.
But, still, I drink it obediently, not wanting to flare her more, and then head back to my room.
DING
The elevator door opens, and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach growling, I stagger to my room, with difficulty, and clumsiness takes my shower. When I step out I feel like I have stepped on burning coals instead of the carpet.
Why is it suddenly so hot?
