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He stared at her, anger fuelled his veins and he grabbed hold of her hand. He didn’t like being pushed away or being denied what belonged to him and she belonged to him whether she liked it or not.
“What is the matter with you?” he growled.
She started to sob and snatched her hand away.
“Go…” she whimpered, “L-Leave me alone.”
He stared at her, her sweet voice had just told him to get out of the room. His anger came barrelling inside his head, he didn’t like this dismissive attitude of hers, especially after what they had shared last night, he wanted to be nothing but closer to her.
“You want me to go,” he snarled, “if you want to be alone then why the hell don’t you leave.”
She bit her lip and stared at him, her eyes were silently pleading for him to leave her alone. She sniffed and tightened the bed sheet around her. He gave her one last glare and walked out of the room, closing it behind him with a bang. He heard her yelp but he didn’t bother. He picked his cigarette and walked in the balcony to light it up. He took a long drag and released the smoke through his nose. They had, had a perfect night but she had to ruin it with her tantrum in the morning, well he had to put her in her place. He might love and cherish her but he damn well had to be strict. She was an immature, gullible and stupid girl. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He extinguished his cigarette and walked towards the room, he will spank her into submission. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a knock on the door. It must be the housekeeping service. He walked to the door and opened it. Two ladies with cleaning supplies greeted him and walked in.
“Merry Christmas,” he greeted back and walked towards the couch and sat on it. One of the cleaning ladies walked inside their bedroom and came out with the bed sheets. She returned back with fresh linen.
How did she get that bed sheet off his girl?
He just scowled.
Thirty minutes later the entire room was presentable and neat, the ladies walked out of his suite. Her highness was still holed up in the room, they had a restaurant booking for lunch and it didn’t feel like they were going anywhere.
“That’s it,” he snapped.
He waltzed inside the room only to find her bathed and clothed in pyjamas and a loose t-shirt, she was on the bed, her little body rolled into a small ball, and a pained whimper left her lips. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach as she softly cried.
His anger melted down and concern took over. He walked to the bed and sat beside her body, he took her hand, she was slightly feverish and her skin looked pasty and dull. She looked like she was in great pain.
“My Kitten…” he whispered, “what is the matter?”
She just whimpered and brushed his hand off. Suddenly her breathing hitched and she retched, her small body jerking. She got up and wobbled to the bathroom hurriedly and heard her heaving. He ran to the bathroom and found her bent over the toilet and she emptied the contents of her stomach, she then fell on the floor unceremoniously, she looked so faint and frail.
He picked her up and laid her down on the bed.
“I am calling the doctor,” he said. What had happened to his Plum? He didn’t like seeing her like this, worry gnawed inside of him and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He got up when she caught hold of his arm. He turned to her; she shook her head and looked at him with pleading eyes
“Oh no, you don’t get to argue with me on this, the doctor will be here,” he said.
“Please,” she whimpered.
He gave her a side eye and sat beside her.
“What happened?” he asked her gently.
She was fine last night and now she was not. Blush crawled up her neck and she buried her face in the pillow. Another whimper escaped her lip and she held her stomach tightly.
“Is it food poisoning baby?”
She shook her head.
“Tell me baby girl, I will understand whatever it is,” he gently commanded her and she turned to him.
She mumbled something under her breath, it sounded like she was speaking Korean or Japanese, either of her mother tongues.
“I don’t understand it baby,” he whispered and caressed her cheek.
She bit her lip and frowned. He knew she didn’t like speaking, she was too scared to do so even in her mother tongue but this was a start.
“Periods,” she mumbled.
Understanding dawned upon him and his eyes widened, now he understood everything from her irritable mood in the morning to her stomach cramps. She looked so frail. Why didn’t she tell him about it?
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” he asked, “do you want something to help with it?”
She blushed and looked away. Plum was extremely possessive of her private space. After last night he thought she would share that space with him and be comfortable but that didn’t seem to be the case.
He didn’t like it. He wanted her to share everything with him, he was her husband. He was annoyed and since when did he become all about sharing and shit? The sappy romantic! He shook his head and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
He saw her eyes drooping and soon she fell into an exhausted sleep.
It was evening when she walked out of the room. Her hair was everywhere and he face was all mushed with sleep, some of the colour had returned to her cheeks and her lips were in a massive pout. She plopped beside him and buried her head inside his t-shirt. She was being adorable.
“I think everything is fine now,” he said and she made an adorable sound.
“Do you want your Christmas gift?” he said and she quickly took her head out and stared at him. He smiled at her and placed the small gift in his hand. Her eyes brightened and she quickly opened it. It was a small pendent, a teardrop emerald stone attached to a simple string of gold. He took the necklace and clasped it around her neck.
“My gorgeous girl,” he whispered and looked at her with indulgent adoration.
She pecked him quickly and blushed.
“Are you well enough to go to a beautiful restaurant, they have some great Christmas specials,” he said.
She giggled and nodded.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, “but I think you would want me to wait before I take you again.”
She turned away from him and lightly punched his chest and nodded.
He laughed and pulled her to him. His mobile started to buzz and he saw the Sawyer’s name flash on the screen. He frowned, he had specifically instructed to call only if there was an emergency. He groaned and picked it up.
“Sawyer,” he said in a clipped voice.
“Mr Torres, Merry Christmas,” he said.
“Merry Christmas to you as well Sawyer, is that why you called me up, to wish me?”
“I apologise sir, but there is something that you need to know,” Sawyer said.
“Okay,” Arsenio said.
“Your brother has been granted an early parole,” Sawyer said.
Arsenio shot up from his seat and walked to the balcony. He didn’t want Plum to be a part of this conversation.
“Why was I not informed about this?” Arsenio snarled. He was so near to bursting a vain.
“Sir, I myself got to know an hour ago, I don’t understand how this happened!”
“Okay, now where is he…”
“He came to your house, he knows where you live and he knows you are married,” Sawyer said.
“Fuck,” he snarled, “that bastard.”
“That bastard,” Plum chirped and he gave her glare that had her shutting up.
He was missing out on her adorable mischief because of his damned brother.