Chapter 7: The Battle Has Just Begun
I wasn't much of a drinker but I might have consumed a lot of wine last night during the dinner, or how else was I going to explain the pounding headache I woke up with. Groaning, I turned on my side but instantly regretted it at the sudden burst of sunlight through the thin curtains which felt like a personal attack to me. My eyes screwed shut and I cursed softly under my breath remembering the event that had led to this.
Dinner last night was terrible and it didn't help that the whole family was present along with Celeste the new concubine who sat beside Reagan while laughing flirtatiously at Reagan. The whole family then suddenly decide to become chatty.
Adriana, Reagan's little sister suddenly became interested in Celeste's hair and what she uses on her skin to make her glow, Miguel wanted to know if she had any sister that was as hot as her and Marina outright asked her how fertile and then launched into a full on lecture and I think I might have barfed at one point but I couldn't remember.
What I could remember though was the feel of Reagan's eyes on me the entire time as I drank the entire time and I think at one point I stuck my tongue out at him.
Gods above, just how much of it did I drink? I asked myself as I groaned into my pillow.
The door to my bedroom opened and thinking it was Heather, I stood up from the bed already knowing she was going to warn me about my tardiness. I stood up with my back facing her as I slipped off the night robe I was wearing.
"Don't bother helping me with a bath Heather, I will do it alone." I muttered tossing the bathrobe to a nearby chair. "Can't believe I drank that much wine, it's a miracle I even made it to the bedroom. Not that my husband would care if I did, he had his entire focus on his concubine, that heartless bastard!" I muttered slipping the silky night gown I wore down my body.
"And here I was thinking me being here was a sign that I care!"
My eyes immediately widened at the sound of that voice. Whirling around, I came face to face with Reagan, leaning casually against the doorway, his brows raised as he stared down my body with a blank look on his face. The scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. I scrambled for the discarded bathrobe, yanking it up to cover myself.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice high pitched and unsteady.
"I really do not think you can ask me that question, we are married remember?" He stated, his lips curled into a half smirk.