Chapter 6 - My wife

Chapter 6

-INDIGO-

Mr. Grey's hands are cold.

Mr. Grey is awfully slow. 

Mr. Grey is dangerously handsome. 

These thoughts skip spinning in my head. 

He loosens the buttons of my shirt slowly, with his fingers grazing my almost see-through singlet. He takes time doing each of the buttons, and there are a lot of buttons. 

Is he feeling the same amount of heat I am feeling? 

If he is, his expression gives nothing away. As usual. He has the best control over his emotions I have ever seen. I'm sure not even the angels knows what is spinning inside that head of his. 

He's so unreadable. And it's annoying. Very very annoying. 

As he gets to the upper part of my shirt, I start to shiver. I'm tempted to moan at his slow touch but I control myself. His eyes still show nothing. 

Is he that unimpressed with my body? 

Not even a single groan or a breathless sigh. 

Wait a second, why am I even concerned about what he feels towards me? I shouldn't even be thinking like this. He's my employer and my contract husband. 

I should keep such unholy thoughts to myself. It's unbecoming. 

After he finishes with the buttons, he slowly pulls the shirt off from my both my arms, leaving my arms and the upper part of my body somewhat bare. 

I'm wearing a bra and a singlet, but my cleavage is on for reveal. My boobs... 

I've never really given too much thought to them but they're nice. Not too small, not too big, they're appropriately sized. Holdable, can be cupped, are—

Indigo! Snap out of it! 

What the hell is wrong with me? 

Why am I thinking about such things? 

I shouldn't, I won't, I can't. But maybe, I could just... 

No! Mr. Grey is my boss! And I will only see him as one. 

I tune in back to reality where I see Mr. Grey going over my flesh with outright reaction of nothingness towards my show of skin. 

I flush under his disinterested gaze on my body. He could at easy pretend as if I'm not the most ugliest female he has ever set his eyes on. I turn to look at my arms, they don't really seem that bad. There are just dents made on my skin, that are seeping blood, courtesy of Charlotte's long nails. 

She caught me unawares today. When next I see her, I might go for her throat. Stupid woman. The thought of just lunging for her in a room filled with billionaires trigger a chuckle from my mouth. 

Just one look from Mr. Grey causes me to choke on my laughter. 

"What's so funny?" He asks and I shake my head. 

"Use words." He spits in annoyance. 

"Nothing," I croak out in an unsure tone. 

"You sure?" He asks. 

"Yes, I'm—ahhhhh!" I scream midway as the cleanser touches my open wound and it burns. 

"Why did you do that?!" I hiss at Mr. Grey and I swear, I see an amused twinkle in his eyes. 

"I should stop cleaning your wound?" He teases, and I continue to make hiss noises as he cleans up my wound. 

"You can do it much nicer!" I spit at him, and it takes only a second for me to realize I raised my voice at him. 

I'm expecting him to choke me with the wool in his hand but instead he raises a curious brow at me. 

This is weird. 

I thought I would be dead by now. No one raises their voice to Rowan Grey. 

He says nothing, and I do the same. He quietly aids me and I grit my teeth in an attempt to hold myself from crying out, while letting out pained hisses from time to time. Once he's done, he steps away from me and I suddenly feel an emptiness between my legs. 

I miss his warmth. 

No! No! I don't! I shouldn't think like that. 

He places back the things he used to clean my wounds back into the first aid kit and I watch his biceps as he does so. Once he's done, he closes up the kit and places it back in the cabinet where he found it. 

He starts to leave the kitchen and I stop him, calling out his name. 

So he's just going to go like that? I thought we would even talk about what happened in the office. 

He stops walking and stays in that spot for a few seconds before he finally turns around slowly to face me. 

"What, Indigo?" He asks impatiently, with an agitated look on his face. 

Why is he angry again all of a sudden? Did I do something? No, I don't think so. I think he's on one of his weird moods. 

"I-uh, thank you." I day awkwardly and he raises a questioning brow at me. 

"For cleaning my wound and defending me," his exoression changes, but I keep on talking. "It really means a lot to me." I complete sweetly. I'm half expecting him to smile and say 'anytime.' 

But that can only happen in my imaginations. This is real life, and real life, Mr. Grey is cruel and harsh. So, instead, this is what he says—

"I didn't do it for you." He tells me sharply and I flinch at his tone.

I should've predicted this, but I'm so stupid. I don't know why, but I prolong the conversation by asking him a simple, yet complex question. 

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"I did it for me." He says selfishly. I should've known. I want to speak, but he goes on. 

"As I said earlier, you're my wife now. Any insult to you is an insult to me, I can't stand it. Don't think I told Charlotte off because of you. I did it for me, and I only helped in cleaning your wounds so I won't look bad." Once again, he makes everything about himself. 

Classic Rowan Grey. 

"I can't have my wife bleeding all over my office floors. It's unbecoming of me." He says in such an arrogant tone. 

I wait for him to laugh and say it's a joke, but he doesn't. Once again proving that he is a cruel man. 

We stare at each other in silence for a few more seconds, before before he starts walking away in the direction of the door. He slams the door loudly as he exits the house, leaning me all alone in his masion. 

I don't know why my hopes keep rising when it comes Mr. Grey. He's only ever showed me his bad side, why am I so desperate to see his good side?

Is some small part of me hoping that there's more to what's on the surface when it comes to Mr. Grey? Or have I just been in the company of no one as harsh as Mr. Grey in forever and hope that he eventually turns into what everyone around me is? 

Or maybe I'm just a stupid girl, hoping for things that can never come true? 

The latter theory sounds like the most suitable one. 

-ROWAN-

I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that. 

Why the fuck did I do that?

 It wasn't enough I literally threatened my business partner for her, I had to carry her home and clean up her wounds.

Why did I have to take off her shirt and see her beautiful skin?

There must be something seriously wrong with me. I can't belive I actually helped someone in need. That someone being my wife. I never even imagined having a wife one day. 

I've done a lot of things I would never have thought of doing a lot these past few days. A lot of them can be counted as mistakes.

Indigo being one of them. 

She's something in my life that shouldn't be there. She's a mistake. So why am I still keeping her? 

I shouldn't have married her. She's too innocent. She's not meant for my world. Someone like Indigo would be an easy prey for the eyes of the high society.

Is it too early to get a divorce?

Just then, my thoughts are interrupted as someone barges into my office without any forewarning.

What the actual fuck? 

I miss Indigo. She would never have let anyone barge into my office without thorough checkup and permission from me.

I look up to see who has the guts to interrupt me, and I can't say I'm surprised when I see my uncle—the only living relative to me that I know—grinning from ear to ear.

"My boy!" He cheers, widening his arms as he comes closer to me.

The glare I throw his way is enough to make him drop his arms and keep away from me.

"Uncle, what can I do for you today?" I ask him in a curt tone.

"Did you really just ask me that question?" He counters and I raise a brow at him.

"What do you want?" I ask him in an impatient tone and my hands start to shake. 

"You got married and didn't think to invite me?!" He says, like it's the most craziest thing I've ever done.

I've done much worse, for even far less reasons. He should know that. This is the man that taught me Money is everything in life. Money makes a man. 

'Without money, a man is nothing. Make money.' That is his motto. 

"It was a small wedding, I didn't want to interrupt your peace." I lie through my teeth and I'm a hundred percent sure he can see through my lie, just like I want him to.

"Who's the unlucky lady?" He asks me, taking a seat on one of the chairs on the other side of my desk.

"You wouldn't know her even if I told you," I wave the question off, and the surrounding air somehow gets suffocating. 

"It's quite surprising though. I thought that eventually when you would settle down it would be with one of your business partners and not some nobody that no one knows." He says in a thoughtful voice, tracing circles on my desk, and my mood immediately changes.

"My wife is not a nobody." I say in an agitated tone and Frederick is taken aback.

He's never heard me defend anyone before.

"Isn't this interesting?" He says, mostly to himself. 

"It's actually suspicious how you got married to someone that no one knows, right after my late father's will was read to you, leaving you with an estate that you can only claim after you're married." He continues in a bemused tone.

He knows.

"Get to the point," I say to him sharply and it's only then that I see him relaxed for the first time since he stepped into my office.

"I had my lawyers reread the will. If it's somehow proven that your marriage is a sham, the estate will belong to me." He says in relief. Like it's a good thing. Like it's something that should happen and will happen. 

So this is the reason why he's here. I should've known.

"Good luck with that. Indigo is my wife and my life. I'd like to see you prove anything that can counter that statement." I say boldly, before leaning into my own chair and relaxing as well.

Frederick's eyes draw into slits as he watches me. We're caught up in a staring contest, before he stands up and adjusts his tie.

"Hopefully, you won't give me any reason to counter your statement." He says in a sly tone, before walking out of my office.

Goddamnit. Indigo was right, I should've taken things slowly, now my bastard uncle is onto me.

He's the only one I know that has the power to ruin me. I can only be thankful that he hasn't used that power yet, or else...