7 New home

Home is not what I would call his place. It is big and beautiful. It is grand like a palace. I wanted to hate the place so bad. But it's beauty is be witching me.

"Breathtaking isn't it?", asked him as if echoing my thoughts.

"It is OK", I admitted with a grudge.

"Atleast you won't have a complaint about the place you are about to live", he pointed out cheerfully.

"This is not my home", I said.

"Then you better start change your mind", he replied with a shrug.

I wanted to answer him. I wanted to scathe him with my words. But I couldn't think of anything to say to that. The reality is that I had lost my home. Going back to the place was not even an option for me anymore. I will be thrown out of my ear by Ella. Not to mention it will be the breach of the contract I signed with my husband. I still remember with clarity how I signed the agreement before marriage. It was like signing a divorce paper even before getting married.

I will not fully cooperate with him. No matter what he says. Bringing a child to this loveless union is unthinkable. I don't care if he took me to court. Let him. But I was worried about something else. I was worried that he could seduce me into it. I have to remain strong. No matter how much handsome he is. I know the cruelty he is capable of. Blackmailing me into marrying wouldn't give him any points but I know he is not going to play fair.

"I will take you to meet the house help", he said. I nodded my head. He used the intercom. I never understood it. I'm old school and I would never use it to call someone. They live with us. Hence they will be treated as family.

"This is Fathima. She will help you", he said. Without further talks he paced to a room which I assumed was his home office.

"Hi", I said awkwardly.

"It is wonderful to meet you Madam", she said with a bow.

"You don't have to call me that. I'm Ziva please call me by my name," I said embarrassed.

She looked uncomfortable for a few seconds then nodded her head.

"Can you show me to my room", I asked her.

"This way Madam", she said leading me to the stairs. I knew I would be soon lost in this beautiful yet intimidating house with out Fathima. I looked at a few artworks as a map. I can't call out to her each time I'm lost in here.

"These paintings are beautiful", I said making a conversation . But some of them looked a bit odd. Most them where dark theme. I wonder whether it was his personal preference or the choice of some fancy ass interior designers.

" Master bought them each time he went away for tours", she said. She was less talkative than me. That was not a compliment. The master sure must want someone like her as his wife too. Obedient and silent. Though I was kind of both in my home. I never plan to be here like that. I will force him to leave me. That is my plan and I hope it works out.

I was led to a room. It was devoid of any feminity. From the dark colour to the black sheets. I knew who the room belong to. I had no plans of staying here.

"I'm not staying here. Is there another room? Like a guest bedroom perhaps?", I asked her. My voice was almost begging. I heard a noise at the door. The scent of him was driving me crazy. I thought he was working but he wanted to annoy me. It seems more rewarding for him. Fathima looked at us awkwardly. Then as if she got some signal she sped away. I slowly turned to look at him. He had a hint of smile on his lips. It was mocking one but instead of giving a dirty expression he was looking handsome. I hated him for his excellent genes too. Though I know Tom and Linda as his adoptive parents has no role in that.

"Why do you want separate rooms?", he asked.

"I'm not going to sleep in the same room as you", I said vehemently.

"But that is part of the contract", he said.

"I don't care about anything said in the contract. You can sue me if you want", I said.

"Or I could bring your family to bankruptcy", he said. I drew a sharp breath. He was the Devil in reincarnation.

"But I don't want to fight right now. How about a truce. I can understand your qualms about sharing a room with me. We are practically strangers who happens to be married. We can work everything out. I can let you stay in the guest room for a few or two. In return you only have to give me a kiss", he said with a small smile. Dear lord help me. The Devil had turned out to be a seducer to.

"I'm not agreeing to any of your wild ideas", I said.

"Think hard. It is only a kiss. You can remain in your own room for the night. I won't disturb you. I also have your phone with me which I will give you. I'm sure you are dying to hear the sound of your boyfriend", he said with a twisted smile.

"You are evil. You want a kiss from me even after knowing I have a boyfriend?", I asked my voice turned hoarse.

"Had not have. It is not like I expect you to be Virgin. Say your good byes and block his number. If not I will ruin him financially too. I'm going to take a shower. When I'm done. I expect my wife to give me a good night kiss", he said.

My head was reeling. I looked at the phone. My hands shook. I haven't talked to my boyfriend yet. He might have heard the news. He deserves some explanation. I dialled Jeff.