#Chapter 10 – Secrets in a Marge
Ste
Adrian''s weight on my wrists makes my skin tingle. His brows kult together and the usual crease forms in his skin.
His face is unreadable under the dim lighting, but as soon as he tilts his head to side and licks his lips, I can see the heat behind his eyes. The hunger he holds inside the depths of his mind by the way he looks down at me.
My heart races from his close proximity. My eyes drop to his lips, my body wanting to push up and close the distance between us. Just as I''m about to move, my mind remembers the way he was protecting ra mere hoursago.
He instantly ran to her side and pushed her behind him, protecting her from Luca and Ss. He kept her hidden from my brothers'' hardened stares. He was so quick to step between ra and the mafia men...when has he ever been like that with me?
I fall back into the mattress. My face loses any and all emotion it holds.
Indifference takes over my body, the heat from my desire dissipating in an instant.
It forms into something cold, something that chills my heart to the core.
"I don''t know what you are talking about," I cooly respond.
A mix of emotions sh across Adrian''s face. Confusion, anger, sadness, joy, neutrality. His face finallynds on determination, the man leaning down to get closer to me.
"Why were you at the Belova Hotel tonight, Ste?" His voice is sharp, almost deadly. I innocently blink at him, buying some time before I am expected to respond.
What can I even say to make him believe me? All I can do is feign innocence, to y coy in the hopes that he''ll lose interest like he always does.
It makes my mind even more dizzy to think about why he suddenly has an interest in me.
"That has nothing to do with you, Adrian," I push back against his question. A spark of amusement shes across his eyes before they darken.
"Really?" A pained chuckle leaves his mouth. "As your husband, I think I am entitled to know where my wife is and why she is out sote at night."
"Husband?!" I can''t help butugh at his choice of words. "What makes you think you can call yourself my husband? You haven''t taken the role seriously since the day we got married. You''re only using it to pressure me into giving you an answer."
I wiggle my wrists out from under his touch. My hands connect with his chest and I shove him off of me, using all of my drunken strength.
Adrian falls to the side of the bed. I quickly slip off of the mattress, hugging my arms to my body as I quickly walk to the bedroom door. It swings open and I rush out, my bare feet thumping along the wooden hallway floor.
I can hear him call my name from the bedroom but I ignore it, unable to look at him.
I reach my bedroom and slip inside, closing the door behind me. My head spins, my body aching from the sudden loss of weight on top of me and my suppressed desire to kiss him.
I know I can''t. He is a forbidden fruit that I can no longer take a bite out of.
I flick on the lights and spot myptop on the desk. It''s still open from thest time I used it.
I sit down at my desk and turn it on. The screen is a warm wee, a hug that I didn''t know I needed in my time of need.
With a few clicks, I open up the hackerwork,nding on offer that is sure to distract me from my husband in the other room.
Adrian
Ste''s cold demeanor is like a p to the face. It feels as if have been thrown into the deep end of an ice cold body of water with no escape.
1 sit up in bed and watch her as she flees from the bedroom, She leaves me behind in the silence of the bedroom with nothing but my thoughts filling in the nk spaces.
Is she still upset because of ra waking up? I thought that Ste knew that her position as my wife is not in jeopardy, that she can have it.
Ste deserves to know the truth. She deserves to know that she will remain as my wife, that it will not be taken by ra.
I get off off the bed and approach the door, traveling down the same path she once took to get to her bedroom. My footsteps are loud against the floor, vibrating the nearby areas. I push her bedroom door open and my gaze immediately falls onto the back her head.
I half-expect her to turn around and to look at me like she usually does but she doesn''t move. Her body remains still while her fingers furiously push the keys of herptop''s keyboard. The clicks are faint yet they carry across the room with
ease.
I stand by the corner of her bed, keeping some distance between us, and narrow my eyes at the back of her head. It drifts to her fingers before they move to the screen. Right at that moment, she tilts her head to the side, blocking my view.
Who could she be talking to at this time at night? Did she meet someone at the banquet?
A frown overtakes my face. I try to catch a glimpse of herptop screen from over her shoulder but her shoulders shield it from my vision.
"Who are you talking to?" My voicees out angry and stern. I ce my hands on my hips, expecting an immediate response that doesn''te. "Ste"
"I''m working, Adrian," she groans. I can hear the eye roll in her voice.
I shift from one foot to the other. My eyes catch a glimpse of her screen.
It''s ck with strings of green lettering. It looks like code, the nonsensical letters and digits being covered when she moves theptop to face away from me. The lines quickly move from the top of the page to the bottom, one big blur.
"Do you have a virus?" I take a step forward and hold my hand out. "Give it to me. I''ll have mypany repair it for you."
I wish she would look at me. I wish that she would turn around in her chair and talk to me, to have a conversation like we once did in the early months of out marriage.
"No," Ste grunts from her spot.
"Give it to me, Ste."
"No."
I groan and close thest bit of distance between us. My hand quickly reaches over her shoulder and connects with theer of theptop screen. I yank it from the desk, her fingers lingering on the keyboard before it is fully taken away from her.
My gaze avoids hers and connects with theptop screen. Lam taken aback by the contents that are on full disy.
"Well, well, well," I''m taken aback to say the least, "I would have never expected to see the side of you, Ste."