"I don't know how to fight."
"What?" I asked in a surprised and loud voice that made other couples glare at me. He shrugged carelessly and put his phone down as the waiter approached with our plates.
"I never needed to and I don't need to in the future," he said, grabbing his fork. I couldn't help but stare at him. Really? Not even to protect your wife?
Oh great, maybe I should take up self-defense classes. I looked down at the plate and sighed at the piece of orange fish. Maybe it was salmon with herbs and vegetables. Hey, a tomato! Something I know.
I poked the tomato with my fork and placed it in my mouth, trying not to gag at the fishy taste that surrounded it. I didn't know why but I just could not stand seafood. It was a gag reflex.
I poked my food around with the fork and ate a piece of vegetable or something now and then. I looked over at the other tables that were enjoying lasagna and my mouth nearly drooled. Damn it. Why was I stuck with a seafood-loving freak?
I leaned back in my seat and waited till he finished. Without even excusing himself, he got up and walked off and I stared. I quickly shoved the piece of fish under the table and looked around to make sure no one saw me, pleased with myself.
I finished my first piece of salmon! Yea!
After a good five minutes, he returned and I stood up.
"Ready to go?" he asked, calling the waitress. So much for dessert. I waited quietly while tapping my foot as he paid the bill. I looked around, making eye contact with the idiots from before. They waved and I gave them the middle finger, smiling smugly. Yea, a girl can take care of herself!
They stood up and I turned around.
"I'll wait in the car," I told Darius before hurriedly walking out. Last thing I needed was a fight because Darius can't even fight. Darius followed behind unaware and I rushed to the car as fast as my legs could take me. I just wanted to get home, change out of this horrid wet clothes and sleep.
The second I stepped out of the doors, the cold air blew against me and it made it worse that I was half drenched.
"Shit, it's cold," I yelled, rubbing my hands together.
"Should have brought a jacket," said Darius, walking in front of me. And that’s when it hit me. There were spare clothes sitting in the car the whole time and I completely forgot. I stomped my foot, groaning. How did I forget that I packed spare clothes? And hell, why did he not remind me?
Was it only in books and movies that the guy gives the girl his coat even without asking? Here’s my arrogant hot husband walking ahead with his jacket uselessly draped across his arm, not even caring.
I hurried behind him. At least the car would be warm and I didn't want the idiots catching up. I wasn't ready to fight. First I needed to learn how to.
I had a plan. I would get home, or whatever that place was for the week, shower, change, then find something to eat before I starve myself. Maybe I should buy a box of food and store it somewhere secretly.
Putting the seat belt on, I looked up to see the idiots walk out of the place and I smiled. Yea, take that, suckers!
I watched out of the corner of my eyes as Darius turned the car around and drove back.
He was actually quite good looking. I know we figured that part out but still, damn him. He could have all the good looks but he didn't have the right attitude. That sucks.
I could see his green eyes focusing on the road and flickering every time something bright caught his eye.
I sighed, leaning back and closing my eyes. There was another pair of eyes in my life that used to do that to me. Except they were gone and I never wanted to see them again.
To say the house was quiet was an understatement. It was so quiet I could hear the walls creak in this stupid place. Opening up the laptop, I Googled different places I can go to. I needed a plan for tomorrow.
Only this morning I thought we were finally getting on good terms but obviously we weren’t. I jumped when I heard a loud bang of something.
"No, you do what I say!" barked the voice. I shivered. For god’s sake he was scary. Did I also mention how the walls here were literally invisible? It felt like that when you can hear the other person sneeze in the room next door.
And for the last half an hour, Darius had been on the phone, for business most likely, yelling his head off and I was sitting here trying to ...well, anything. I sighed, closing the laptop and turning off the lights. Maybe I could get some sleep at least.
I lied on the bed staring at the ceiling. At the old house I can look after my beautiful blue orchids. But I was stuck here listening to Darius. I rolled on my side and closed my eyes counting sheep and then blue orchids.
Just go to sleep, Ivory
Chapter ELEVEN
6 Months Ago
Yes, mafia gang lord. That was the only proper reason.
"What do you say?"
"Huh?"
I looked up to see everyone staring at me. I managed to space out again.
"Sounds great," I said with a shrug and my parents broke into a smile.
"Two weeks it is."