Chapter 2

Brook's POV

It was quite the whole way back after we dropped the other guys at some nightclub. I didn't mind the silence since Martin is still a stranger to me.

After about an hour's drive, I see a Castle-looking place coming into view. It wasn't a castle but it looks just as big as one.

This house was all matte black and a smiled form on my lips. This is my kind of house.

The car comes to a stop and I got out dragging my dress behind me.

Wow, it looks much bigger from up close.

I have seen a lot of mansions but this one beats all of them.

"Look at her she's probably never seen a mansion in her life before," A high-pitched voice startled me.

Ah, a blonde bombshell. Well, looks like husband's dearest has plans for tonight. Ignoring her I followed Martin up the stairs. This place is beautiful I thought as we entered the house.

The walls are painted light grey with black and white furniture. We walked to what I assume is the living room and me not watching where I walk bumped into a wall.

I realized it was Martin's back when he turned around and glare at me.

"Your room is on the third floor a few doors away from mine. Don't go to my room or my office if I catch you in any of those places I will kill you," he said before turning his back on me and walking away with Miss bimbo following him.

"Dickhead!" I said as soon as I saw him disappear hoping he heard me.

"Watch your mouth," he yelled back.

I grin knowing he heard me fantastic I won't let him scare me.

I walked up to the third floor smiling. At least I'm far away from his room I hope. I love it no Martin and I don't have to see his stupid face in the morning.

I searched the floor for the master bedroom and finally found it at the end of the hallway. Opening the door I was shocked that it looks exactly like my room back home.

I begin taking off my dress and put it in the back of the closet so that it won't ruin. Such a shame I can only wear it once it's such a beautiful dress.

I go through my drawers and closet and found all my clothes here. Wow, what a gentleman for thinking about me.

I grabbed a pair of shorts, underwear, and a shirt before heading to the bathroom.

Even the bathroom is huge damit a girl could get used to this I thought as I stand under the shower.

Once I was dressed I got on the bed ready to let sleep take over. Who knew that weddings are so exhausted.

I couldn't sleep because my husband and his bimbo were at it all night long like two fucking rabbits. The second time I heard them in action I thought they were doing it here in my bedroom but luckily for them, they weren't so I noticed my balcony door was left open and when I went to close it I saw the two of them doing it in the swimming pool... Euw I'm not swimming there after what I have just witnessed.

So that's the reason why I'm up at five in the bloody morning! I decided to go for a jog since my beauty sleep has been rudely interrupted.

I walked down to the first floor and noticed a few maids busy with the chorus, "Do you know a trail I could take?" I asked one of the maids.

"Back yard," was all she said before continuing her work.

"Thank you," I say before heading out at the back door.

Outside all I see are trees surrounding the house which made it easier for me to find the trail.

I put my headphone on and started my jog. Only me, music, and the rail.

After what felt like hours of jogging I went back to the house. The smell of food hits my nose.

"Mrs. Taylor, breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes," one of the maids says as I went upstairs.

Coming into the dining room I notice Martin and a blonde bimbo already sitting at the table.

I take a seat far away from them when the other guys join us. "Thank you," I say to the servant who brought my food.

I look at the plate filled with omelets, bacon, and pancakes.

I started eating and hear the girl say something about fatty food when I look up at her she makes a disgusting face.

Just to get on her nerves I took one big bite of the omelet and moan.

"Oh, mmm, this is delicious," I say with a mouth full of food.

"That is so disgusting!" Little miss model says shivering.

"Aww will you look at that your eating the rabbit's food!"

One of the guys spits their orange juice out while the others hold their laughter.

"Brooke show some respect."

Martin demands.

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Why is she your mother? Fuck Mrs. Taylor not only got plastic surgery during the night but her whole personality changed from sweet to a clown."

I won't let him get under my skin. "That's enough Brooke, I'm leaving now and won't be back till dinner."

"Aww did I make someone angry?"

He just glare at me before pulling the girl with him.

"Come on guys!"

What were the last words he said before leaving?

after they left I decided to read a book just to keep my mind occupied.

I wonder if this is going to be my life forever. I can't go to work because my husband told me to stay at home. You know if you ask me he just wants a wife that listens to every command he gives. Have I got news for him?

Taking my pen and a writing pad I decided to draw sexy nighties I'm going to make him wish he never made rules and treated me like some cheap whore.

I must have fallen asleep because I hear someone in my room, "Look at this won't it look perfect on me?"

I open my eyes and found two girls starting at my drawing.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?"

Both of them turn around and look at me, "Hey, you must be the famous Brooke Jones aka Taylor? I'm Sandy and this is Hayley."

The dark hair girl introduces them.

"Nice to meet you and yes I'm the infamous Brooke Jones, not Taylor." I smile at them.

"We are here to inform you that Martin won't be back till late at night," Sandy says as they watch me.

"Okay thank you for letting me know," I told them as I sit up straight.

"Wait! Do you work for Martin?" I suddenly ask them.

"Yes," they both reply before walking away.

Strange girls, I thought as I got up. I saw that it was already dark outside. Fuck how long did I sleep?

I quickly check my phone if I missed any phone calls but nothing, don't my parents miss me? I wonder but decided not to call them either.

I grabbed some pajamas and went to the bathroom opening the shower taps. I strip and walk into the shower. This feels good I thought as I let the hot water runs over my back. I wash my hair and body before turning the shower off.

I wrap a towel around myself and start applying lotion on my skin and get dressed.

I feel hungry and realize I haven't eaten anything since this morning. I put a nightgown on and my slippers before leaving my room. I don't know if anyone is out there and I sure as hell don't want that prick to see me in my short pajamas.

I opened the fridge once I was in the kitchen and was surprised to find it fully stocked. I grabbed some turkey and decided to make myself a quick sandwich. I wonder where everyone is?

I was just finished when I hear someone behind me, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

I turned around and found the devil himself standing there, "I was kind of hungry so I came to make something to eat," I told him.

"Can I make you one?" I asked not because I wanted to but because I do have manners.

He ignores me and walks away. Why that rude bastard!

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" I say as I follow him.

"What the hell do you want?" He asked irritated.

"I asked if you want something to eat," I told him with my hands on my heaps.

"Will you just fucking stop? You aren't my fucking mother! I'm only married to you one day and you already become a nagging fucking wife. I'm a grown man if I want to eat I can make my own food!" He says angrily.

"Listen here, buddy! I wasn't trying to act like your wife I asked because I have something called manners but if you don't want anything fine just don't ever refer to me as your mother or nagging wife!" I shout back angry who the hell does this idiot think he is?

"Just don't!" He says before walking up the stairs.

"If I were your mother I would be giving you a hiding for disrespecting someone like that!" I shout after him.

I turned around and finish my sandwich then I quickly clean the counter and my plate.

I walk back to my room thinking about this so-called marriage. I swear I'm going to kill that bastard one of these days.