CHAPTER 13

“What the fuck”. I yelled and quickly scolded myself because it was past midnight.

Adrian watches blue films! Why would he do such a thing? It dawned on me that he lacked morals because that's the only explainable reason why a successful man like him was patronizing a blue film channel.

I turned off my internet connection and covered myself with the duvet. I think I have had enough; sleep had better arrive fast.

The next morning, I woke up to a deafening knock on the door. I dragged myself out of the bed lazily cursing the knocker under my breath. “Screw whoever was disturbing my precious morning sleep”.

I opened the door to find the maid I had a conversation with last night standing before me. She looked offended and reserved.

“Good morning, ma'am”. She mumbled, feigning a smile; I could tell it was fake.

“Come in”. I reply warmly ignoring her greetings and beckoning to her to walk inside my room.

She hesitated but when I gave her a persistent look, she obliged. I led her to a comfortable couch, and we sat together, but she was feeling nervous.

“Hey, feel free, okay?”. I'm not Adrian and I don't bite”. I said with a warm smile.

She nodded abruptly on the couch and leaned comfortably with me. I don't know what I was doing but I think it was making sense.

“You don't look fine, do you mind sharing what's bothering you?” I asked, gazing at her intently.

“I'm fine, ma'am; your husband asked me to give you this”. She replied quickly, stretching her right hand in front of me with a piece of paper in it. I knew she was trying to change the topic or escape my question but I resolved to let her have her way.

“What's that?” I asked collecting the paper with furrowed brows.

“You can check for yourself, ma'am; I'll be on my way”. She muttered and stood up to leave.

I unfolded the piece of paper and saw scribbled handwriting on it, “Your movement restriction has been lifted.” My joy knew no bounds, I was finally going to see Mom.

I scampered into the bathroom and turned on the shower letting the water cascade down my body in sweet bliss. The thought of seeing Mom brought about this rare surge of happiness in me.

Done with the shower, I dressed in a shaping purple gown and packed my hair in a messy bun, no time for much styling. I flew out of my room and descended the stairs like a flash. I needed to leave the house before anything happened, like Adrian changing his mind, he can be so unpredictable.

As I ran through the living room heading to the main exit door, I could hear a maid asking me to have breakfast. Who fucking cared about breakfast in times like this? I opened the door and went out, slamming it carelessly behind me.

I started rushing towards the gate when a strong palm suddenly grabbed my left hand firmly from behind. A series of thoughts flashed through my mind during the seconds I took to turn around and see the person.

“Did Adrian prank me with the note?” “Did he change his mind or is it that he forgot to alert his fucking bouncers about the changes?”

“Ma'am, your husband gave strict orders that you use adequate security measures when stepping out of this house”. He declared with a deep and precise voice”.

I wriggled my hand free from his grip and stared at him with contempt.

“What fucking security measures are you talking about?” I asked with furrowed brows.

“You will have to take a convoy, bouncers, and entourage with you to wherever you go”. He explained.

“Why is that?” I asked at the top of my voice.

“Because you're the wife of an influential billionaire”. He replied, making me roll my eyes.

“And so what?” I snapped at him. I felt so good talking to the bouncer the way I did because I would have lost my voice if it were Adrian.

“And so because you're the wife of a billionaire, you need to be protected and secured”. He pressed further.

I hissed so loudly in frustration and muttered, “Arrange the damn entourage.” and turned around to leave but stopped abruptly.

“One more thing; them”. He said with his right hand raised, I nodded in confusion.

“Your dress”. He said gesturing at the purple gown I was putting on.

“What about it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You have to put on something that fits your status. No offense ma'am, I'm just doing my job”.

I hissed again and walked away heading back into the house. I went to my room angrily and pulled off the dress I was wearing.

I rummaged through my wardrobe searching for something billionaire-wife-like to wear. Sadly, I couldn't find any; the frustration was unbearable. moped on my bed instantly and cried. I couldn't see Mom today again for some sick reason. I am sure I will not be able to forgive myself and Adrian if anything happens to my mother.

I didn't know when sleep took me away, but I had never had a nap in a while. I woke up a few hours later to my piles of problems staring at me.

I had to come up with solutions immediately. Firstly, I needed to go shopping and change my wardrobe to something that would suit Adrian's taste.

Should I meet him to be sure of the choices I make or should I just buy what is generally suitable, I thought to myself.

‘No! I won't meet Adrian”. I declared quickly and discarded the thought. I wasn't ready for his taunts. I will just go to a standard shopping mall and pick good clothes.

There was a knock on the door. I was too angry to remember my manners.

“Who the hell is that?” I screamed.

“Ma'am, the entourage waited for you in vain. Did you cancel going out?”

I was enraged by that question, anything that reminded me of my frustrations angered me.

“Screw you and your entourage”. I replied on top of my voice, though it was cracky.

My phone rang suddenly and the caller wasn't familiar because the number wasn't saved by me. I went to my Truecaller app and I was told the name of the caller was “Julian Sterling”.