Are You Fucking Kidding Me?!

Chapter 4

I was thankful that I already knew our room number, so as I walked into the elevator, I did a little math in my head and came to the conclusion that out room was on the third floor.

The anger I felt was desperately trying to burst out but I knew that punching the mirrored walls of the elevator would do no good, to both my fist and my bank account.

I would agree that my reaction a few minutes ago had been a little rude but fuck that! My own special day that I had looked forward to for months had been ruined by some woman who appeared out of nowhere and got us stuck in this so called engagement dinner.

My feet began to feel sore so I took off my shoes just as the elevator door opened.

A young couple passed by me with curiosity in their eyes. I'm sure with my shoes in my hand and an enraged look on my face, I must look like a mad woman, but I don't care! I continued my mental rants as I slid the key into the hole and pushed it open.

I didn't even have the luxury of taking in how exquisite the room is as I paced from one end to the other, waiting for Rowan to come so he and I can talk this whole thing out.

I don't know how long I had stomped around the room but my legs felt tired so I sat on the large bed. But sitting still did not seem helpful for my raging anger so I tapped my feet incessantly on the soft furry rug as I waited for Rowan.

Remembering his indifference to Camille's action brought a deep frown to my face.

It had been three whole years, three years if silently dying for his attention, three years of swallowing his excuses for skipping important dates, three years of maintaining a good 'perfect couple' facade in public, and now, I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

But I needed to talk to Pa about it first. It would be difficult for him to see reason with me, but I'm sure I can think up a good bargain for him. I could not continue to die on the inside just because I had an obligation to fulfill that was probably even more beneficial to him!

I was now running out of patience waiting for Rowan who didn't see it fit to chase after his infuriated wife and so I put on a new pair of flats and started towards the door. If he wouldn't come up, I'll have to meet him down.

But as I reached the door, it suddenly flung open and there stood Rowan who looked me over.

"Where are you going?" He slurred and I noticed the strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

I've changed my mind. I can't be in here with him or else we could get physical with each other. I needed something to clear my head.

"None of your business. Why don't you return to your darling Camille?" I replied with obvious contempt.

"Why are you being so heartless? She was upset throughout the dinner thinking that she had hurt you."

I narrowed my eyes at him. Has the whole world gone crazy or did I hit my head somewhere? So he was more bothered about Camille being upset than me being angry at her obnoxious behavior! Save me that bullshit about her being in her grieving phase!

"Because she did hurt me, Rowan!" I yell. "Didn't you realize that she was flirting with you the whole time?"

"I'm sorry that you're jealous but you should be considerate with her, Maya.”

I laughed bitterly. Jealous, right.

“She just lost her husband so she's still very sensitive and needs to be treated with care."

"And that's why you've taken on the responsibility of being her what– caretaker aka ex-lover?"

Rowan closed up the space between us after one swift kick against the door and looked down at me with a dangerous intensity that made me flinch.

"You'd better watch your mouth, little girl," he growled. His hot breath fanning my face along with his new title for me made something spark in my lower abdomen. Yet I had to speak my mind.

"Rowan, I think it's time we..."

His hand was at the nape of my neck and his mouth crashed to mine before I could finish my words. He had me pinned against the wall, his cologne and dominating presence invading my senses yet again. 

My legs immediately wobbled as he tugged roughly on my lower lip and I found myself leaning into him against my will.

"It's time we what, Maya?" His voice was low but still had a rough edge to it and soon, I began to feel his cold fingertips trailing up my thigh.

"D-divorce…," I whispered. My voice could not have been any louder than that of a mosquito.

"Divorce, huh?" His expert hands moved upwards with the tip of his fingernails grazing against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

I squirmed with a silent moan and pulled my lower lip between my teeth, begging my angry spirit to win the battle over this sensual urge my body was feeling. I needed to be angry with him but his fingers on my bare, now goosebump-covered skin, was making it impossible to do so.

"Don't even think about it," he added just as there was a knock on the door.

He turned sharply to the door and let go of me. 

The charged atmosphere seemed to dissolve just as quickly as it had formed.

I used the opportunity to catch my breath and massage my neck. 

God, this man! He couldn’t end our every argument like this anymore! 

"That must be the bellboy. Go see it," Rowan ordered and stomped into the bathroom.

Running a hand over my hair in an effort to arrange it, I took in a deep breath and opened the door. My eyes suddenly popped.

Are you fucking kidding me?!