Chapter 3: Sean POV

I sat in my office trying to finish with the paperworks I had for the day but all I could think of was the woman currently living in my home. 

 To say I was stunned when she walked out this morning would be an understatement. No woman has ever walked out on me. Not even my late wife, Mira. They all knew their place, knew when to speak and when to be quiet but this woman didn't care. She was uncontrollably and ballsy, must I add. 

 I'd given her simple ground rules but she countered giving me her own. I hate when women tried to be in control. It triggers something in me, something dangerous and overpowering. 

I enjoyed seeing her whimper. Women like her are Pathetic and weak I hadn't expect the attitude I got, to even think she's so young. 

 She doesn't have any idea what she's gotten herself into. 

I was lost in thought and didn't notice my father walk into the office.

"Good evening son." His greeting brought me back to reality.

"Good evening Dad, what are you doing here?" I asked looking at my father. His grey hairs had multiplied within a short period. He was aging, I noted. 

He sat down not waiting for my invitation and making himself comfortable.

"Now that the marriage is done it's time to talk about business" His cold voice Spoke.

"It's getting late already, let's talk tomorrow" 

My father is the last person I wanted to see right now, I hated his audacity.

"We're going to talk right now" 

"Alright" I sat back on my leather swivel chair ready to listen and get this over with. 

"There'll be an event to celebrate the partnership and merging of the Garcia and Whitney companies, it'll be a huge event aimed at bringing in new investors and creating exposition. Since the Garcia companies have more Mexican clients, it'll be an opportunity for us to meet them and maybe expand to other countries as well"

I nodded in understanding 

"When is this event" I asked

"It's tomorrow Evening, I want it to happen quick, now that the news of your marriage is still in the press so that this event would give us more publicity"

"Sounds good to me, I'll have Roland on it right away" 

Roland was my assistant and head of management department. He was the one in charge of planning events like this.

"How's Carmen?"

I sighed, like he cares about her. The only reason he'd made me remarry was for the business. I never wanted to remarry in the first place, it's barely 4 months since Mira passed away, I was still processing the loss.

"She's at home I guess. Remember she's CEO of GARCIA industries so she has to be a part of this right?"

"Leave that to me, I have a plan. A woman cannot be in the same position as us in business. It's humiliating. I'd find a way to remove her from that CEO position, but right now let's focus on planning the event"

 We spent the rest of my evening talking about business. I couldn't stand my father but when it came to business we always put our differences aside. The old man was a good business man, his dexterity wasn't questionable.

I walked into the parking lot of the company's building. I felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand in alert. Someone was watching me, I turned to look around but saw nobody so I got into the car and zoomed off making a mental note to install security Cameras in the parking lots and hiring bodygaurds.

 After Mira died I fired all our staffs. Alot of things has changed since she passed away, too many things I wasn't willing to admit to anybody.

My doctor had said I was getting better but I didn't feel the slightest bit better. Everyday felt like a new Dawn of tragedy. 

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 20 minutes later I was stepping into the house when I heard voices coming from my kitchen. 

 I caught a glimpse of a Tall, blonde hair male figure, laughing and chatting with no other than my ignorant wife. 

 My fist clenched and hot fury burned through my blood streams as I watched them. 

No fucking visitors is she daft or intentional trying to get on my nerves? 

If I didn't get a hold of myself and control this growing rage someone was going to get injured.

 The door of the Kitchen was open.They hadn't even known I walked in. Imagine it was an armed robber, she'll be there laughing with her lunatic boyfriend while they robbed the entire house.

 I turned to walk away but found myself walking to the kitchen instead. 

"Who the fuck is this?" My voice came out in a bark causing her to flinch and drop the wine glass in her hand, the glass and wine spluttered everywhere and she bent to clean the mess.

The tall man that looked like a terrible mimick of the Kevin character from Barbie spoke up;

"I'm Adrain, we didn't hear you come in" He extended his hand and I eyed it ignoring him and waiting for Carmen to speak up.

"He's my bestfriend, not whatever nonsense you're thinking" She intervened looking up at me as she placed the broken glass pieces in a towel.

"What's he doing in my kitchen" 

"We're taking ballet lessons" she gritted with a sigh.

 Her sarcasm only drove me madder, so I reached to grab her hand as she stood but her asshole bestfriend jumped in between us to block me.

"I don't know who you are and heaven knows I don't care, but you lay a finger on her and you'll wake up in a hospital bed before you know it" He threatened. His eyes was staring daggers into mine and my fist was itching to deliver the first punch. 

"Threatening me in my own home? You have no idea what I can do to you. I won't waste my time on you just quietly leave my house before you loose a limb" 

I looked over his shoulder at the woman behind him and I saw blood sipping through her fingers. Her deluded friend did not noticed ,he was busy staring at me with chest heaving like he'd run a marathon. 

"Get lost" I pushed him aside and faced the wounded woman. 

"The first-aid is in the top cabinet, get that cleaned and get rid of this excuse of a human. When you're done come find me in study". I ordered before turning around to leave.

       

She walked into the study minutes later. I was still dressed in my work clothes pacing around the room.

"I told you no visitors and you disobeyed me" I sounded immediately the doors shut behind her.

"You don't have any rights to tell me what to do, this house is mine as much as it's yours" She shouted back matching my tone.

 I had already taken pills to control my anger before she walked in and the pills were kicking in because on a normal day she'd be begging for me to let her go right now. I approached her. We were so close I could hear her heart beating frantically. My presence unnerved her, interesting.

"This house is mine, you're an occupant, so you do as I say, no questions asked. The next time you disobey me the consequences would be cruel" I breathed into her neck and spotted the goosebumps that formed where my words had landed.

"You don't own me, I'm not a child don't tell me what to do" she remarked and I took her hand in a firm grasp that had her wincing in pain, exactly what I'd wanted.

"You're mine to own, the day you walked into this House, you became mine. I own you and everything you stand for" 

" Let me go you're hurting me" she complained.

I looked at her and saw tears welling in those emerald green eyes, the sight of women's tears sent waves of adrenaline rushing through my veins reminding me I had the power to cause pain. Her wrist was already red as tomato when I released my grip. 

"You're an egocentric bastard" She cried out rubbing her wrist and examining it. 

I felt that instant migraine take over me. I wasn't going to let her see me weak so immediately ordered her out. 

"Get out now!" My voice vibrated through the walls of the room.