Am I ugly?
George wondered to himself after he was done changing his look. It took him over an hour to get ready for dinner which would probably be over when he got to the dining room.
Could it be because I don't smile that much?
He thought again and tried to smile but he looked creepy so he changed his expression to default; 'bored' even when he wasn't bored.
George left the bathroom eventually and went straight to the living room after encountering some maids on his way there.
They seemed to murmur too much and he understood that it was in Human's nature to talk about everything they had interest in.
He entered the dining room and found Natasha and Rebecca leaving the table.
Natasha was informed about his arrival before he entered. "You are late, Rebecca kept asking about you. Why did you…" she wasn't looking at him when she started her statement but when she set her gaze on him, she paused.
Firstly, because Silas was looking dashing. He looked different. Not like the man she married but a different person. Secondly, because her daughter was already clinging to him.
She was surprised about his appearance but when she saw her daughter with him, she frowned.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to look good for you. I think I took too long doing that," he explained and walked closer to her with Rebecca's hand in his.
Natasha was standing by the side of the table. "What do you think? Is my look enough to turn you on?"
He leaned closer to her. There were some maids watching, both Nanny G and Yvonne were there as well.
"Stop this," she was upset because she believed George was stealing her baby. But she initially wanted a Daddy for her child and he was doing just that. Why was she upset?
Natasha's phone beeped while they were staring at each other. This caused their attention to land on the phone. George saw that she received a message from a man and because she didn't want him to see more, she flipped the phone and faced its screen down.
"Rebecca, do you like stories about animals?" George asked when he realized how hard it was to reason or speak to Natasha. Perhaps she was acting this way because she knew she was richer and had more power.
"Don't take her," she stopped George from taking her daughter to bed. "I will," she insisted. "I guess I now know why you were so skinny when you arrived earlier. You came back and didn't have lunch, now it's dinner and you are not eating. I wonder if you had breakfast."
George was so dead on the inside that he found himself being too weak to say what was on his mind but he asked her just a question. "Why are you mean to me?" His voice was calm and expressed exhaustion.
"You left me for two weeks," she replied.
"I apologized."
"You are taking my daughter away from me."
"And I explained the matter."
Natasha glared at him. "You…"
"You were nice to me in the beginning."
Natasha herself did not know why she was mean and harsh to George and being unable to answer, she walked away with her daughter.
George waved Rebecca good night and went to eat. Natasha's problem wasn't compared to the problems he faced. She was just a minor dilemma.
He went to eat and decided to walk around the house. Eventually, he returned to his wife's room and took his medication because she wasn't in the room.
The medicines were so strong; that they caused George to fall asleep sooner and when he opened his eyes, he was alone in bed.
George immediately knew that Natasha never came to sleep in the room and he wasn't shaken about it. He just turned and rested on his back and began to stare at the ceiling.
He didn't know what to think about. His mind was messed up because he had so many things bothering him.
His family, his debtors, his enemies who desperately wanted him dead, and his wife. George rolled over and rested on his side this time. He sighed. When will I be free?
George didn't even know what being free felt like anymore. He decided to lie down and enjoy his little peace.
However, it only lasted for a moment because the door flew open and he was facing the door with his back.
George was about to look behind him when he saw Natasha entering the room. "Good morning, beautiful," he greeted her first and sat up.
Natasha walked close to him and sat on the little space between George's body and the edge of the bed.
"Good morning," she replied calmly.
George was surprised because she was sitting very close to him. He looked at her for a while and it looked as if there was something she definitely wanted to do but couldn't because of some reason.
"Do you have something to tell me?" He asked, bringing his hand to touch her hair because it looked so attractive.
Natasha looked at his hand but he didn't take his hand off. "You weren't in bed last night," he uttered, hoping for an explanation.
"I want to be close to my daughter," she said. "So I watched a cartoon with her and we fell asleep together. It was beautiful," Natasha met George's eyes. "I never knew how cool it is," she sounded so emotional.
"That's why…" she pressed her lips into a thin line and looked down at her hand. George was still touching her hair, waiting for her to speak.
"Thank you for making me realize that I'm a mother and I should spend time with her. You are right, I was self-centered and couldn't see what my daughter was going through. She needed me but I thought I was the only one who was missing something in my life."
Silence reigned after her statement. George was looking at her because he knew she wasn't done talking and expressing herself.
"I'm sorry as well. I was harsh and rude to you," she apologized and silence dwelled between them.
"But you know it was your fault. You left me after our marriage," she raised her gaze.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I had something important to tend to, that's why."
"Why don't you want to tell me about it then? Is it because our marriage is fake?"
"Baby girl, let's stick to this contract. It's better this way."
Natasha agreed so she nodded and lowered her head as if there was something she wanted to say but wasn't ready.
Before she could speak, George received a call. He picked his phone up and saw that it was his best friend, Tiana.
When he answered the FaceTime call, the first thing he noticed was her nipples. She was at it again.