I pulled up outside of my house and got out of the car. Straightening up my suit and tie I walked towards the door. I couldn't wait to see the surprise on Tris' face. She would be so pleased to see me. I felt bad that she had angered me this morning and wanted us to make up. I knew exactly how she could make it up to me…I smirked at the thought. I unlocked the door and called out, "Honey, I'm home!" My words echoed around me. No reply. She is probably in the kitchen already making lunch. I smiled to myself as I walked through to greet her, stopping short in the doorway when I was met with another empty room.
Rage began to course through me as I searched through the house and couldn't find Tris anywhere. Why did she always have to infuriate me? Why couldn't she just do what was needed of her. I was surprising her for lunch and she isn't even here. Where the fuck was she? I called her mobile what felt like a hundred times but no answer. She never thought about anybody but herself. I worked extremely hard to give her anything she could ever want. So what she had to move away from her family, it was a small price to pay to live the life of luxury I provided for her. Ungrateful bitch.
I went to her office to find some sort of clue to where she disappeared off to. Her phone sat on the desk beside her laptop. That explains why she wasn't answering when I called. I opened the laptop and slammed it shut again. Password protected. Why the hell did she need to lock anything? Did she not fucking trust me? Her phone lay on the desk unlocked, thank god. I checked the messages. None. The previous calls. All to and from me, except one to my office about an hour ago. Maybe she went to surprise me at the office. I relaxed at the thought. I called the office and the automated message stated the receptionist was away out on her lunch break. Fuck sake. I'll call Eric, he should be back by now. She is probably waiting for me at the office. No answer. I threw my phone across the room and it smashed as it hit the wooden floor.
I made my way downstairs again and into the lounge. I poured myself some wine and sat on the couch. I would just wait until she got back. She couldn't have gone far without her phone. She'll be back. She always did this. I didn't want to hurt her but she drove me to it. It was her fault. I thought back to this morning when she almost made me late. My hand ached and a huge bruise was now forming, thanks to her. I took a sip of wine as I took deep breaths. I could feel anger running through my blood, fuelling me.
I poured myself glass after glass as time passed and there was still no sign of Tris. She would pay for this. My hands shook, the fury taking over. I couldn't take it anymore, she should be here by now. I hurled my glass across the room at the mirror on the wall. I watched as both smashed and fell on the cold marble floor in millions of tiny shards. I threw over the coffee table, spilling the last of the wine in the process. I ran upstairs and to her dressing room. I laughed, she would regret making me wait. I started pulling all her clothes off the hangers, ripping the fabrics with my hands. I bought her all of these, she didn't deserve any of it. I yelled and emptied out all of her drawers, jewellery littered the pile of shredded fabric covering the floor. I stormed through to her office. In one swift movement of my arm I shoved everything from her desk onto the floor. I ripped books from the shelves and tore at their pages.
I could see her face now. Walking in here and seeing all of her things – the things I bought for her – destroyed. She needed to be taught a lesson. She should know by now that she can't just leave the house like that. What was she thinking? Who was she even with? She didn't know anyone here. My mind raced at the possibilities. If she had betrayed me I would make her suffer.
"Don't worry, Tris. I'll find out what you've been up to." I chuckled to myself.
She would regret disappointing me.
I locked the door behind me and heading back to the office, smoothing a hand through my hair to fix my dishevelled appearance. She will be greeted by that mess when she eventually gets home and know exactly what's coming from me when I get back for dinner. I couldn't help but smirk.