I woke up and found out that I had been sleeping for 2 hours. I went up from the bed and immediately looked for Zach who was not inside the room. I went out of the room and went straight to his office and surprisingly, he wasn't there. I looked for him downstairs in the kitchen but he was not there either. I was about to go up again and look fr him on the rooftop when I noticed the light in the pool was on. I went out and saw him in the pool.
It was already dark outside and the lights were obvious from afar. I went out and went closer to him. "hey," I called him as I sit on the poolside near the stairs and dipped my feet in the water.
"You just woke up?" he asked when he saw me.
"Yeah," I answered him. He was from the middle of the pool and he swam closer to me. He's half-naked. The build of his body was exposed. I never expected him to have this kind of build since I have never seen him go out to the gym or something.
He went closer to my feet. He stepped on the stairs to par his height to my seat and he put both hands to both of my sides and looked up at me.
I am wearing shorts so I don't mind getting wet. But I got really conscious when he started staring at me while he lock both of my sides with his wet arms. "What?" I asked him as I look away from his gaze.
I don't know why he's suddenly being like this. He usually doesn't get close to me at times like this. I pretended to look at the lights visible from under the water as I feel the weight of his stare. I licked my lips and never laid my eyes on him again to avoid locking eyes for no particular reason.
Suddenly, I felt his lips touch my legs. The only part that he was able to kiss in his position right now and he swam away from me.
What was that for?
I looked at the part where he kissed me and looked at him swimming towards the end of the pool.
I watched him make his way across the pool and as he lift his head up to breathe air the more I admire him. I suddenly started to realize that he might catch me staring again so I made my way out of the pool immediately. The amount of my level of wanting to look at him is so high and might reach the point when he might think of other things.
I stood up from the pool with wet feet. And went to the kitchen to get some milk.
Then I remembered why what happened today. I need to talk to Mom and Dad about this. I can't just let them do what they wanted to do. But will I ever get to stop this? They have already published the articles.
It was one of the reasons why I must not look at Zach. I should be feeling bad because of my parents. I took the milk with me and walked out of the kitchen. But when I was about to go upstairs, I saw Zach walking toward me half-naked and with a towel on his shoulder to avoid the water on his hair dripping on the floor.
"Where are you going?" he asked so I looked away and continued walking up the stairs.
"Sleep," I answered.
"You just did,"
I stopped and realized that it was dumb answering his question like that so I looked back at him with a glare. "Why? do you have any problem with that?" I asked him with a serious tone.
"No, of course, I'll wake you up at dinner," he said so I went and continued walking my way into the room and stuck myself on the bed, and continued using my phone. An hour later, Zach came and saw me on my phone.
"Thought you were sleeping," he said but I didn't answer. He sighed and went inside the bathroom and took a shower. He came out in a towel and went to the closet and came out fully dressed. Thankfully, he didn't say anything and went downstairs.
I continued scrolling on my phone. I didn't even want to stand up even though I am already feeling thirsty. I finished all the milk that I brought up here.
"Come down, dinner's ready," he suddenly opened the door and told me that.
I forgot about dinner. We live in the same house, we sleep in the same room. There is no way to be able not to face him and avoid him forever. He left right away and I followed him.
I sat down at the dining table feeling very drained because of what happened today. I started thinking about it again and it felt like when I first found out that I was pregnant. I am so scared about something but I couldn't really say what it is it's making me feel so drained for a reason.
We ate silently and I sometimes caught him looking at me for an unknown reason. I was washing my hand in the sink when I suddenly felt hands on my elbow. I didn't look at him at first and continued washing my hands but he did it again and forced me to face him.
"What is i--Zach!" My eyes widened and said his name loudly when he suddenly lifted me up and put me on the counter. "What are you doing?" I asked him and smacked his elbow. He didn't answer and put his arms around me instead. I parted my legs as he move closer. My cheeks started to heat up when I realized it was a hug. "W-what is it?" I asked him.
I couldn't move. I felt awkward but comfortable at the same time.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked me. I started to feel his breath on my neck and it gave me a strange feeling in my stomach.
"I-I'm fine," I told him. He already did this earlier. "Don't mind me," I tried to convince him. I don't know where to put my hands. they are just in the air, frozen, and didn't know where to land on.
The silence took over for minutes before he started to talk again. "Hey,"
"Hmm," I hummed,
"Do you want a ring?"
I didn't know what to say. My heart suddenly started beating so fast that It won't even let me utter a word.
Why is he asking me about it right now?
Do I want a ring? Yes, but I have never thought about getting a ring before. We signed papers and that's it. It wasn't even a civil marriage. We didn't get to celebrate like how others did their weddings. It wasn't what I actually wished to have and having a ring would make me very happy.
"Why are you asking me?" I asked him finally able to utter words.
"I thought that if I don't ask you first, you might not take it,"
What?
I felt his face being pinned more on my skin. "W-Why won't I take it?" I asked.
I don't even know what to say to him now. He should've just bought a ring and given it to me like how others give theirs. Why si he asking them if I want it or not? We're already married and it's not like I would decline to have the ring.
We're already married, I have already signed the papers, and he's scared about whether I would take it or not?
"You'd take it?" he asked as he look up at me.
How am I going to say it?
"Well, if you'd give me a r-ring, why- wouldn't I take it--" I was about to say more silly words when he stood straight and took my hand.
"Then," he said and suddenly, I saw a small box in his hand. I have never seen it, nor did I notice it earlier.
My heartbeat went louder when I saw him open the box with a silver ring coated with diamonds.
"F-for real?" I asked him.
Why is he doing this to me?
I looked at him and he was looking at me straight in the eyes. I couldn't help but appreciate it more. I started thinking about what I did for him to be this good to me. He never failed to amaze me.
This ring just made us more married. Is this final? Did I even think about spending the rest of my days with this man when I signed the wedding contracts?
I was busy thinking about the baby and didn't even realize that I too would be spending the rest of my life with him. I did it without thinking but I feel no regrets that I signed the contract.
Why am I even feeling so emotional with just a piece of a round silver?
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him crying. "Are you really sure about this?"
We started off without feelings toward each other. That is why I never expected him to give me something like this or even make me feel like this.
"What do you mean?" he chuckled and wiped my tears for me. "YOU'RE MY WIFE, YOU DESERVE IT,"
I couldn't explain the feeling that I felt when he slipped on my finger.
I didn't expect what happened next. Butterflies filled my stomach when he suddenly held my chin up and kissed me.
I didn't know what to do after the kiss. I remembered kissing him before but it never felt like this. We've never done this since I moved in or when we became married. This scene is making me feel like we just got married and everything just became so real.
Why am I even feeling so happy about it?
I looked at Zach. It's been an hour since we laid ourselves on the bed together after that moment in the kitchen earlier. He's already asleep, my head is resting on his arm while the other one is wrapped around my back.
I slowly removed his hand on my body and carefully went out of the bed. I went inside the bathroom and stared at the ring he gave me.
The gems are glowing and I couldn't help but adore how beautiful it is on my hand.
I sighed and put my hand down and stared at myself in the mirror.
I wonder if he already knew who tipped the publisher to publish those articles. He's a businessman and he's smart. I wouldn't be surprised if he already did.
But I can't bring it up to him. It will only bring shame to my family. I knew I still have to talk to them about it.
I just can't let them do that. It's disgusting, if that's how the business world works, I don't like it.
I woke up late because I didn't get to sleep early last night. Zach is no longer on the bed. He's probably in his office right now.
I went downstairs to get milk like I usually do every day. I don't understand why moving feels very heavy for me right now. I sighed multiple times while I walk down the stairs longer than I usually do.
I finally made it to the kitchen and opened the fridge right away. I panicked when I couldn't see any bottled milk inside. "I finished all of them?" I asked myself. The moment I remembered I drank the last bottle last night after dinner made my tears start to fall.
"Why am I crying?!" I asked myself while crying even though I knew the reason was too shallow. I sniffed and had no other choice other than to use milk from a jug.
I took out the jug of milk. and put it on the counter. I took a glass out of the cupboard and tried to open the milk but I couldn't. I started crying again.
I don't know why this day is starting off to be a bad day.
I sometimes see Zach getting milk from this jug, he must've sealed it very tightly. I cried after realizing that I have to go up the stairs again to ask him to open the jug.
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3RD PERSON'S POV
All the executives were present in the conference room except the head executive, Zach Alfonso who was on the very big screen in front of them. He's sitting on a black swivel chair under a huge dark oak table with a lot of shelves at his back.
His elbows are on the table as he stares at the screen himself.
The meeting started, and the presenter started presenting his work. They all thought the presentation was perfect and the work was carefully done. They were looking forward for the head executive to say his response but he was about to start talking, he stopped and looked away from the screen.
"What is it?" he asked the person who came into his room.
Everybody in the meeting room fell silent. "I can't open it," said the faint crying voice of a woman from the Executive's room. Everybody who read the articles immediately realized who it was.
"Why are you crying?" they didn't expect the head executive to speak like that. He extended his arms and opened a jug of milk.
The head executive's wife is crying over a jug of milk?
They were all wondering what the ruckus was all about and it turns out it was just because of the jug of milk that she wasn't able to open?
"I don't know," she answered but is still crying.
"Stop crying," he told her and she didn't answer. He handed the jug back and they heard steps walking away. Zach didn't take his gaze away from her while she was walking outside.
Then suddenly she stopped. "I'm ordering lasagna, you want some?" she asked while crying.
Everybody in the conference room was wondering why she was crying while others just wanted to laugh.
"Y-yeah, sure, stop crying," Zach told her. She went and walked outside without saying a thing.
"I'm sorry about that,"