It was my first time being in a penthouse. We were perched up on the highest floor of the building itself. I went at the balcony where I could see the extremely high buildings in the surroundings
I may have been privileged with a wealthy life before but this is too extravagant. This place is much better its seems like my father's office would look like a barn in this case
I sat down on the sofa as I admire the view from the top. When I suddenly heard footsteps. I turned around and saw Dylan walking closer to me
"Do you like this place? It's not much but, I'll find much better place if it's not to your liking? I moved a few of my stuff on the closet for you could have more space" he rambled while he rubbed the back of his head
Is he insecure that he couldn't meet my standards? Little did he knows this is way pass my own average way of living.
"I don't mind anything" I stated without looking his direction. No one has ever gave me a thought of consideration. It was out character of him
I never thought of him to be like that. Is he doing this because, he has a sense of responsibility with me since I'm his legal wife. Is he doing this for his morals? What happens if he wants something in return? What am I going to do?
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Dylan could see his wife overthinking it was obvious with her facial expression. He approached her then placed a hand on the top of her head. It was something he have been doing ever since he married her
He honestly had different reactions from her time to time. He has always compared her to a cat. She has similar traits with them.
She is elegant like the feline? The same temper as a cat. If you driven her close to the edge she would no doubtly physically attack you. The most accurate one is she also hated water the same as the cat
He knew it was disrespectful to compare her to an animal but he couldn't resist. The two has so much in common. He couldn't hardly sight the difference
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I felt him pat the top of my head as I bit the side of my cheek. I took a few steps backwards from his position. He slightly tilted his head at my actions
I don't want to accept it. I wanted to shout it out directly straight to his face which I normally do to people but my throat suddenly felt dry as if it's preventing me from speaking
I was about to run away again when he caught me. He wrapped his arms at my shoulder. My back was hitting his chest as tighten his grip around my shoulder
He then spoke near my ear
"Why do you keep on running?" he asked reeking in curiosity
"Why do you keep on insisting?" I responded making the atmosphere more serious. I didn't mean to interpret it like that
"I don't want to be like them"
"Like who?"
"A horrible person"
I didn't want to invade him further so I simply stayed there. As he embraced me with his warmth in the cold breeze
"So please stay, I don't want to fight anymore" he practically begged judging his tone
I didn't reply as I heard him sigh
"I'm not forcing you, don't worry" he assured
"I'm your wife. Do you think I have a choice? In law we are bonded together forever" I stated sensing his breath shorten, as we stayed they a little longer as the time passes by we didn't move from our position
He snuggled his head near my ear then, whispered softly
"Your right"
It's fine to let loose right?
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As I was sleeping in the corner of the bed. I stretched my arms to relieve the pain in my back. I analyze the room and remembered that I was at his room
But there was no single soul in the room. I fix the bedsheets as I left the room. I was greeted by Dylan on the phone. He was facing on the other direction. He doesn't sight my presence so I probably gave him some space.
I noticed is he has a much colder and stern voice in the phone. I was gotten used to his easygoing way of speaking to me.
He must be speaking about business matters. I initially forgot that he was also a well-known and successful business man that was feared in this industry
I quietly went to the bathroom to freshen up for the day. I quickly took a warm shower as I was about to go outside. I remembered that I didn't bring my towel with me
There was no spare towels in this bathroom!! How inconvenient!! There was only one towel hanging on the side. I think it's probably his. I don't intend on using a second hand towel
I had no clothes on! What should I do?
I left the shower then peek at the door. It was silent so I think he already ended the call
"Dylan?.." I called but there was no response
"Dylan!" I yelled then heard a few steps rushing towards the door. I immediately prevented him from entering
"Did you fall!" he quired his tone was filled with worry. He slightly placed his hand on the the door frame
"No" I replied
"Then what happened" my cheeks started to burn. It was getting colder so I had no choice
"Uhm... Do you have a spare towel?"
"A spare towel? Isn't there any towels?"
"No way! I'm not going to use your towel!! Who knows what you rubbed in there!" I yelled completely disgusted
"All right princess of exaggeration, I'll get your towel" despite not seeing him personally I could tell that he was rolling his eyes
It took a few seconds then I heard a knock on the door. I opened a small partial of the door then grabbed the towel with my arm
I wrapped my body with the clean towel. Then I opened the door but I was greeted with a pair of brown eyes. His eyes widen then immediately turned around at the other direction of where I was
"Who's overreacting now?"