Sixty three

ÇHAPTER 63

SANTIAGO

The wind blew through the room as sweat dripped down my back under the scorching heat. I had woken up to an empty room and to make things worse she went with my phone.

The feeling it left in me was irritating, as I was totally pissed—

I was a free man yet I wasn't being treated as though I was. If there was anything humiliating it was definitely the fact she had me on lockdown and disappeared into the thin air without telling me where she was going to—The damn woman.

I roamed around the room aimlessly, at one point I tried to wonder why she had acted so absurd.

She actually had been acting weird since the previous night, but never would I have been able to guess that she would lock me indoors.

With the heavy thoughts creeping through my mind, I could feel every pore in me break out in sweat.

I walked into the bathroom and splashed water on my face as I could feel the tension coiled beneath my skin, the sudden urge to smoke filled my mind but even that seemed impossible.

Turned out that no matter how she tried to hide it, more and more glaring sounds exposed the fact that we were married.

No ring's, no memories, nothing — I might have lost my memory but it didn't make me a fool, I was very much aware of my senses even if they were just clouded up somewhere in my head.

It soon to me that the situation was more critical than how I was seeing it, I am was trying not to feel provoked, was she expecting that I'd race around all day

"Good afternoon, this is room 54. Can I get extra keys? I must have locked myself in. "

I spoked quickly through the telecom.

The receptionist hesitated for a while, I could hear typing away on the keyboard. "One minute, sir."

"Sorry sir, we were instructed not to let you out, health reasons."

"What!" It was hard to say what I was more angry about the fact that I was locked in or what the woman just said.

Regardless, I was totally pissed at the two so Infiltrated that she locked me in, what was I?

I hung the phone and stomped through the room angry.

There was no way I was going to let this slide, as soon as she arrived I was certain to give her the piece of my mind.

I didn't know how long it took but soon I was sleeping from having everything so boring. I jerked up as soon as I heard the sound of a car driving in but was left disappointed when I found out it wasn't her.

I was left fuming at how bitchy she acted, if I had my chances I would break through the door and storm out of the room, I was that angry.

So angry that I could feel myself raging with deep breaths.

Just as I was about to lose the last bit if synapses left in me, I heard the sound of the key jingling as she tried fixing it into the keyhole, I didn't know which to feel first.

Rage, relief … I felt all at once, the fact that she locked me in like one of the lab animals, the fact that I left with my phone.

It would take only a fool not to know that she was up to something and I was no fool, I Knew she was going to lie to me, losing my head wouldn't save me from her lies.

She walked towards me with a smile, a damned smile after making me angry .

It was as though she was planning to

raise my hope just to crush it.

I glanced toward the door when it opened, and hesitation ran through me as I met her smile with a cold gaze.

She could see it now, she could feel that anger in my eyes as she halted right there at the door with one hand on the handle, and she stared at me for what felt like a minute.

The look she gave me was as though I was insane, she looked at me like she was scared that I might go all out at her.

Who wouldn't?

She had provoked me, and it was only right that I retaliated.

"I am sorry." She starts to apologize as soon as she steps out of the door.

Sorry, those words sounded absurd coming from her lips. There was no way she could be genuinely sorry something she did on purpose —

I shook my head, a small frown forming on my lips, she could as well just suffocate the entire room with the dark energy that looked to be everywhere around her.

Without saying anything, I stretched forth my hands. She got the gist of what I wanted without me speaking.

She took my cell phone out of her pocket and handed it to me.

I swallowed, somehow feeling like I was trying to overact.

I turned to leave but she reacted by catching me right there on my wrist.

"I am sorry." She muttered again, this time her eyes watery.

"Just let me be for now."

She sighed as I walked out of the room to the varenda.

It wasn’t until I said goodbye and hung up that I realized that she was standing behind me all this while.

She came up to where I was with her hair wet, still In a robe.

"That was the doctor." I tried explaining to her as she shook her head as though she could understand every bit of what I was saying.

She paused, her eyes narrowing as she reached where I was with one arm resting on my back.

A hint of amusement pulled on my lips at her approach, as she asked .

"Are you still angry?"

The sound of her voice filled the air.

"I don't know, I am just … I need a few hours to think about today. "

" Is this about her? "

If I had any self control left it broke at that minute, I couldn't believe that she was bringing up the issue of this woman at a time like this.

I was only totally pissed that she was bringing the woman into this. The fact that one part of my mind found peace each time she said the woman's name made my heart skip.

For I care, there was more to her than I was being told.

"Santiago." She tried speaking.

"I need to clear my head." I muttered again as I walked out of the room.