Chapter 9: Fiery Princess
I had just finished taking a bath from the shower, dressed in nothing but a pink robe and was drying off my hair as I stepped out only to meet Reagan throwing some pillows down on the blanket he laid on the floor. Frowning, I gazed at the blanket he had placed down on the bed and the pillows on it, then I turned to stare at the queen sized bed that was big enough to contain two people, it was even bigger than the one I had back at house Hawthorne.
Dropping the towel, I approached Reagan who spared me no glance even as I stood beside him. Clearing my throat, I decided to speak. "Am I that repulsive?"
Reagan glanced up from where he was crouched down. He spared me a glance briefly before he went back to what he was doing. "Took you six months to ask me that?"
"Well I am asking you now." I answered with a shrug.
"Why do you care?" Reagan asked without looking at me, "And besides, is this really the best place to have that talk?"
Heaving out a sigh, I walked around to go and stand in front of him since he wasn't going to look at me. I stepped onto the blanket he had laid, which got me the reaction I wanted. Reagan glanced up at me, those dark eyes brimming with frustration and maybe defiance, but he rose himself up to his full height, finally giving me the attention I wanted.
Good! Crossing my arms under my chest, I stared up at him. "We are married and I feel like I barely know you. You were gone for six months and ever since you've been back, it's like you don't even try. You won't give our marriage a chance." I said heaving out a breath, forcing the tremor out of my tone before I continued. "You disrespected me by bringing a concubine to our home and now you are talking about making her official when we haven't even consummated this marriage!"
The words echoed in the room, heavy and raw but Reagan didn't even flinch. Instead, he released a long tired sigh before he reached up for the collar of his shirt. I stood there with a stunned expression on my face, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice tinged with confusion.