Chapter Seven
My alarm beeping wakes me, half opening my eyes; I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. The bed beside me looks ruffled, like someone was lying next to me. I walk around the bed and on the floor is Christians' suite jacket. I reach down and snatch it off the floor bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply.
Mmmm, I love this smell – His Smell. Clean laundry and Christian, a very heady combination. Why was he in here?
Deciding to dissect it later, I place his jacket on the chair near the door and head to bathroom instead.
It is quite evident that I tossed and turned most of the night. My eyes are puffy and my cheeks are blotchy from crying yesterday. All is not lost though, for some time during my tossing and turning I had an epiphany.
Even though Christian and I cannot see eye to eye and he's become a sullen boy about it, I cannot jump to the conclusion that he has been carrying on an affair. He loves me and he chose me when he married me. Whatever the reason, he feels compelled to keep it a secret from me. I will keep an open heart and mind the give him the benefit of the doubt.
For now…
Difficult as it may be, because if there is one thing or person that sets my blood boiling it's that nasty piece of work, shameless hussy, paedophile, bitch troll, Mrs Robinson – oooh! Deep breath in and slowly out…. Damn that woman to the fiery pits of hell!
I take a moment to centre myself and once that task is accomplished – kinda! I get on with my morning routine. With a slightly brighter outlook than the previous evening, I jump in the shower, get dressed and head downstairs.
Christian is at the table having breakfast; he looks me up and down and turns his attention back to the paper he's reading.
"You're not going back to work yet Anastasia. I thought I made that clear"
"Good morning to you too Christian" I mutter sarcastically.
His head snaps as he's eyes darken to steely grey. I can tell his grinding his teeth and a reluctant smile crosses my face before I can school my features.
"Sheesh! I have a doctor's appointment this morning Christian. Stow the twitchy palm" I interrupt before he goes all nuclear fifty on me about my smart mouth. Hmmm, not even a smile. Oh well.
"Oh! Why didn't mention that to me sooner?" she snaps at me
"When was I supposed to do that? You're hardly ever here and when you are you cannot even spare a few minutes of your precious time because you're locked in office. When was I to tell you I had an appointment?"
My voice got louder the angrier I get it seems. The nerve of him.
"I have an early meeting that I cannot cancel, perhaps you can re-schedule"
I walk towards him and get within an inch of his face. "I'm sure I can manage on my own. Go to your meeting" I hiss, turning to walk away instead off poking the bear. But honestly!
"Sawyer will drive you" he calls after me.
Does he always have to have the last word!
Once again, thanks for the support. I do appreciated it.
The next installment is in the works...
