A beast

I stretched my muscles as I headed downstairs. Last night was a mess. I tossed and turned on the bed as thoughts of what I was going to do during the weekend, enveloped my mind. Not only that, but I was afraid of Miguel asking me to come to the room. It left me sleepless and nervous.

Star was extremely jumpy, so I had to step in, by offering to make breakfast while she hastens to school, for her first-semester exam.

“You never told me what you will love to wear for the ball." She glanced into the kitchen on her way to school.

“Surprise me.”

“Okay. See you when I return!”

“Bite off your pencils!” I called out to her.

“Thanks. I will spoil the computer!” She yelled.

With Star gone, I focused on making breakfast. It has been a long since I last prepared a meal, so I decided to make a simple breakfast of waffles, pancakes, and oatmeal. I occasionally glanced back at the door, expecting my husband to come down the stairs any moment from now.

I can almost imagine the expression on his face when he sees me making breakfast.

“What the hell are you doing there?” Miguel's booming voice caused me to jump. In fear, I threw the spatula I was holding on the floor. My heart started beating wildly, and my palms got extremely sweaty.

“Um….” I removed the apron I was putting on and turned to face him. “You see… I was….”

“Where is the cook? Why are you the one here instead of her?” He narrowed his eyes at me. "What are you doing in the kitchen when the cook should be the one here?"

“She's not. She went… she did….” I stammered as I thought of a tangible excuse to give to prevent him from sacking Star. "She... We...."

“Where did she go to?!” He snapped without waiting for me to complete my lies.

“She's not feeling fine!” I yelled with my eyes partially closed.

As that was the only lie I could think of in such a short time, I used it.

“Where is she? In her room?” He asked in a low voice, with his eyes narrowed to slits.

“No, she…”

“Where did she go to, Jewel?” He slowly advanced toward me. "You better tell me the truth, Jewel. Else......"

He left the threat hanging. The dark glares he sent my way, showed he wasn't joking. My answer might make or mar how he responds.

“She… She went to class.” I peered down at my slippers.

I'm sorry, Star. I can't lie to my husband. Not when he has such a fiery expression on his face. His brown eyes seemed to burn with a ferocity I have never seen before.

“Class?” He scoffed, “She left for school without preparing any breakfast?” The deep rumble of his voice terrified me. "And you? What are you doing in her place?"

I gulped. “It was my idea. I asked her to. Moreover, I've prepared breakfast.” I joined my index fingers together. “She was—”

“Do you think I'm going to eat that poison you called food?” He gave the covered plates a pointed look. "Do you think I will fall for your tricks?"

“It's not poison, I made it for you. You can taste it! I swear it's the best.”

I might not have cooked in a long time, but I put all my efforts into making his breakfast.

“As if I can eat anything made by your hands,” He scoffed.

“What's wrong with the food I prepared?” I asked as I tried to keep the tears at bay.

Miguel doesn't deserve to see my tears.

“What's wrong with it?” He took a step towards me, as I took more back. Miguel leaned in so close that I could feel his warm breath on me. “You are what's wrong. You cooked it, that's what's wrong.”

"But...."

Tears filled my eyes at his words. Though I tried to keep it at bay, it was difficult. With the words my husband said, it felt like a dam was broken.

"Pathetic." His eyes took me in. "Don't attempt this ever because I won't fall for this. I won't eat the food you made." He gave me a long, indecipherable look before he smirk. "Well, since you are hellbent on making breakfast, you can give me something else." His eyes racked through my body.

My heart hammered in my chest. It seemed like the organ was about to leap out of my chest. Is he going to ask me to suck him?

"Strip." His hard eyes didn't soften a bit as he glanced at me as if I were something lower than a person.

My hands shook as I removed my gown.

"Place your hands on the table, and watch the food you made." He ordered, with a voice hard and expressionless.

I did as he asked. "We... We are in the..."

"Kitchen? It's the best place to eat breakfast." He slid into me in one hard thrust.

A scream tore from my throat at the pain, but he didn't stop. He fucked me until he orgasmed. He zipped his trouser and left the kitchen, with me left to lean on the table as his cum dripped from my pussy, to the floor.

I slumped to the ground as tears filled my eyes. The more I tried to endure this, the colder he becomes. How did I end up with a beast?

Why will he agree to get married to me if he doesn't love me?

He can't say he was forced to marry me, as there was nothing like force when he was the one who brought the proposal of a union between us when my stepsister was the one who knocked into his car, hoping to get his attention. But no, he had to choose me.

I never wanted this, but I had to do what I can, for my family. I had to marry a man I just met. Things went as smoothly as I thought they never will.

How could he have agreed to marry me when he was confident he doesn't love me? It doesn't sound right at all. He raised my expectations only to dash them to pieces.

Had he not agreed to get married to me, I would have been halfway across the country, having the time of my life with my best friend, and the imaginary love of my life.

He just dashed my dreams to pieces, crushed them, so expertly that they became nothing but dust. In a way, I'm left to believe he was purposely doing this. Had that not been the case, he wouldn't have been this tight on me, and neither will he put me in this modern Cage as if I were Rapunzel.

It just doesn't add up at all.

Perhaps, he wants to get back at me for making him a married man at the age of thirty. Well, he's the lucky one. I got married at the age of eighteen!

When others were preparing for university, I was getting married to a man who was almost twice my age.

I sniffed.

Maybe, this is karma from my past life.

Who knows, I'm reaping the seed I sowed then.

That should be the right explanation.