Fourteen

HOME IS NOT PEACE. 

JULIAN'S POV

Shotttttssssssss!“ I was already overly mad and this one wouldn't add more to it. 

“More please.“ I ordered more rounds, drowned them, but her name never left my mouth. It went on and on, stuck in my mind. 

I took out my phone, its screen lighting up to my face. 

“Find out everything about her. Sienna.“ I instructed and hung up the phone, I needed no response from the end as I knew, no one dared to defile my commands. 

Once I hung up, I reached the conclusion. 

Wasn't I already falling for this person??

I hissed, waving it off, she was all about chaos 

And love… was a boundary here. I dared not to cross and if I did…

I either had to choose to accept or receive. 

I took more bottles and shots… 

I had reached my limit but I never stopped, I kept on requesting for more shots as I drowned myself down in it, mind clouded in guilt. I crouched down before eventually resting my head against the counter and that way, I passed out, darkness engulfing me in its embrace. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

Someone was tapping on my shoulders and that alone angered me, I stood up in a fit scaring the latter. 

It was the bartender. 

“Oh you!“ I muttered with a hissing sound once my gaze found who tapped me. 

I walked out of the bar, shoulders dropped as I walked weakly in the darkness and to my car. I sat a while and once I was a little sober, I drove home. 

'Home?' I laughed dryly. Home is just where comfort matches with you. Home is usually happy and with peace but where I was headed to? I need not doubt it was the home of chaos. 

The wife I had married wasn't even decent, and on top of that, I almost lost a deal? 

My phone rang just in time, I picked up immediately once I saw it was one of my boys calling. 

“Madam was spotted visiting the hospital and it seemed like an emergency. By the way, she headed to a gynaecologist and spent more than five minutes sir.“ He reported from the other end while I nodded here in response. 

I hung up and my mind spiraled into diverse thoughts. 

Why else would she visit the hospital and go think of a gynaecologist?? 

I drove with a decent speed as I forced my eyes to see ahead of me and once I got home, I alighted the car as I staggered home. 

I slammed the door open as my mind craved answers and there she was — in the living room, teeth spread wide and she shone them as if awarded a beauty queen and for a second, I stood to admire her. A glance to her face, revealing the smile that spread to her cheek alone lightened my mood. For a moment, while I gazed on — if I hadn't known better, I'd have crouched down on my knees and proposed to marry her but this! 

Was a green snake! An indecent wife and with that, every of her beauty fades in my presence even down to her endowments as a lady. 

Rage swept me off balance as I staggered towards her. 

“Did you… did you go to the hospital to get drugs because your infections doubled up?“ I questioned while forcing my balance still even though I got irritated by the stench that came from my throw up on my clothings. 

“You didn't do that right? Why should you when you spread legs out for men out there willingly?“ I questioned as everything about her baffled me. Just how much of a whore did she need to be and portray? My gaze faltered. 

But as I spoke, this bitch never thought to stand, she turned her back against me and before I grasped what was happening, she had already walked away from me. 

Bitch!! She never got ashamed. 

Just one step at the stairs and I matched towards her, taking my hands out and wrapping it around her wrist — tight as I tried to push her to the floor but instead, the opposite happened. 

Although I held onto her tight and had my fingers bore into her flesh with no mercy or even relent, she fought back. It was unexpected, especially when she screwed me over. 

I had met my butts when I realized the table had turned over. She wasn't the Sienna that pleaded once my grip tightened around her. Now, she could fight back? My gaze darted around and for a moment, I thought she had sensed my vulnerability as she had twisted the arm and caused me to fall over. 

I felt a stinging pain just on my chin and once I placed my finger on it, I saw the width of the bruise. I glared at her but instead when her flaming eyes met mine, my strength wavered. 

I laughed dryly. And she, Sienna kept on walking away. 

“You bitch!!“ I cursed while I roared in my voice, raising my hands up to her face to hit her once I regained my balance to the ground. I met those eyes again — scary, holding grudges and with how they flickered, they seemed like threats from the edge of a knife. 

But I wasn't going to let a common, petty woman or a cheap whore cause me to lose my stance in my own house. I walked towards her, climbing on the staircase too. 

“Is it not an infection? Did You go to abort a pregnancy after sleeping with a couple of men?“ I spat out, overlooking her fiery gaze. 

“Or are you…?“ I trailed off as I suddenly was punched across to the floor by… I rolled onto the floor with the sunlight spreading across myself that seemed almost burning. I shot my eyes open just to see his always playful face look serious. 

I tried to ignore and stood up to fix my stance as I pressed onto the bruise this fool had gifted me when his face came to complete visibility. 

“Dominic?“ I called once I met his gaze but he? He lit up his face as he walked in a mocking style. 

“You signed with the wrong Mr Philips, and that might cost us a lot of distrust if we don't attend to this with effectiveness.“ His voice came in. 

I stood weakly…

Mr Philips? The wrong investor? I had almost signed the contract and then I found this out? 

I hissed, walking out of the living room as I gestured to Dominic that we left the house.

I walked out with fueling doubts not looking back until I opened the passenger's door for Dominic but he wasn't anywhere near me, he was still in the living room. I let out the breath I was holding onto once he appeared. 

“How could you be so reckless to sign with the wrong people? They were scammers!“ He yelled, I hissed, choosing to ignore. 

I sighed. 

I was already much more conflicted with the woman at home and now it was the company. 

And so it dawned on me, I have been shouldered with a lot of responsibility.