chapter 5.5

Jessa’s POV

I squint my eyes as something bright hit my eyes.

I sit on the bed and try to rub the sleep from my eyes.

I open my eyes slowly and that is when I realise the windows are opened.

Who in this house opened the damn thing? I know it is not my mum because she does not even come to my room. 

She would not come here for anything.

And it is certainly not Jake because he does not give a flying fuck about what I do to myself. 

  Even though Desmond comes to my room, he can't possibly be the one. He is too petite to reach the window blinds.

As my eyes begins to adjust to the light rays from the sun, the flashbacks of yesterday's happenings begins to play vividly in my head, making me know that I am no more at my mother's place. 

The reality of things also starts to hit me like a thousand stones. 

For a moment, I think I really forgot how to even breathe.

I am married.. I am married. The three words continue to play in my head like some sort of painful melody. 

I check the bedside to see a small digital clock which shows that it is eight in the morning. 

I know Zavier is up because it only makes sense that he is the only one who will open the curtains. 

I lazily stand up from the bed to make my way to the bathroom. 

Right now, there is nothing I want than to just sleep all day.

As I enter the bathroom, I am greeted with a very luxurious bathroom that makes my jaw almost hit the hard floor.

It is really neat with the beautiful combinations of white and a bit of grey and glasses.

Actually, I am not surprised to see these colours in here because even though we arrived late last night, with the lights on, I was able to see all the decorations in the living room.

I also realised that the room was decorated in only white and grey colors with a bit of black. 

the white been the dominant color.

I also realize that Zavier is one of the kind of people who likes to keep everything clean and in order. 

But in some way, I am really worried because I think I will have to clean the house everyday and that is something I have never done before since there were maids all around, hired to do all cleaning and house chores in my mother's house.

A voice from my room snaps me out of my train of thoughts and it sounds familiar. 

I hear the voice again but now it is more clearer and for once, I think I am hearing voices because the voice sounds just like that of.

"Zarieee? I hear the voice again and now I am more than certain it is Zavier. Thank God it is Zavier

I seriously cannot add madness to my heap of never ending problems. 

'yes?' I shout back at him. 

" breakfast is ready so hurry up and come downstairs. Okay?' He tells me.

I respond back by telling him okay.

"shit" I curse frustratedly. 

I ask myself angrily, will my problems ever end?

 I have just remembered I did not bring any dress to the bathroom and to top it all, there is no towel in the bathroom. 

  Ugh! Could the world just end right now?

’fuck! Fuck!’ I shout, my anxiety getting the best of me, making me forget Xavier is waiting in the room.

'Um.. Zarie? do you need anything?' I hear Zavier's masculine voice ask with care. 

As if he is worried I would just badge out of the bathroom and move to the streets with no clothes.

For everything that is happening, I would not be surprised if I should do that. 

My mind is so fucked up at the moment.

How my name rolls off his tongue seems like he was moaning it and it makes my thoughts run wild.

Seriously? Zarie! My subconscious roars loudly at me.

"Zarie?' he calls me again but now, his voice is laced with a tad bit of worry.

'yeah...ummm, can you please get me a towel? I ask him and without waiting for his answer, I continue.

 ' I mean, you did not even tell me how I can find one and I did not bring any clothes or......' I say nervously.

'Okay, Okay' he says cutting me short, amusement present in his voice.

Actually, I understand if he finds it funny.

 I mean who on earth won't find this funny?

But what can I do?

 I always bluff when I am embarrassed or nervous.

‘The towels are actually there with you’ Zavier tells me.

 Like seriously?

‘There are no towels here mister! You are supposed to keep some here though but I am going to let this show of in-hospitality slip.’ I tell him sassily.

‘There is a glass case on your far right. That is where the towels are stored’ Zavier tells me and Lo and behold, I find the glass case full with towels of different colors.

Oh God! Can the floor just swallow me? I mean like now?

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‘Get yourself ready. After breakfast, I will be taking you to my parents' place’ Zavier says, making me choke on the food I am chewing on. 

"huh? " I ask, making him raise a perfect brow at me with an amused expression on his handsome face.

That is when I fully become aware that I am staring at him dazely with a lot of food in my mouth, probably making me look stupid.

‘Okay’ I mumble as I lower my head in my glorious state of embarrassment.

"But why would you take me to meet them?" like seriously, he is not taking this that far right? 

First the ring, now he wants me to meet his parents. What next? 

Do not flatter yourself Zarie. He is probably doing that so that the media and the outside world would not doubt your union. The stupid voice which is always taunting me mocks.

I raise my head to check if he is still there, since I got nothing but silence when I spoke.

Just as I raise my heard I see him staring at something behind me with a slight frown plastered on his face.

I follow his sight to see who is there and immidiately I see what exactly is behind me,

I begin gasping for air dear air.

This can not be true right? It is just like a dream come true for me!.

 I Cannot even count how many times I have been fantasizing about this moment and now that it seems to be happening right in front of my face, I am feeling agitated to even utter a single word. 

Author’s note;

Thank you for reading, stay safe.