Continued Chapter 1
The next morning had come by slowly as it dragged again and again until the sun finally rose.
Veela had woken up with a huge head ached and felt sick too but it all saved the trouble when she saw a beautiful man asleep in her bed and that was not including last night where she almost was bedded by him if he didn’t pass out. But he oh did she thought she will never get to witness such a beautiful creature asleep almost next to her and stretch out of her seat. But the view of him was so incredible her fingers found their way ghostly approaching his flesh and touched the end of his cheek. His eyes flashed open and it almost killed her when he reached for her hands, just when she was going to pull away, he grip out quickly onto her hands and was he strong enough to pull her onto the mattress again. He took her by surprise, never has she thought of this sight from happening. What was she going to do? How was she going to escape? This never happen before and she blame herself for being so clueless at this particular point. Why did she have to awake him? When she liked him still sound asleep and that he didn’t scare her as much when he was awake.
Veela could feel her heart pounding fast against her chest. Pitt lay above her, holding her down. What had caused him to make such move?
Veela panic and decided to push him but that was a problem sense he refused to let go of her. His eyes stared at hers, his body closed enough to hers, and he wasn’t use too and continued to hold tight to her wrist.
“Please can you get off of me and let me go?”
“I’m sorry about last night.” Pitt had said and released her wrist as his thumb came across against her lips and then pulled her stride of hair behind her ears and took a good look at her.
“Your lips are still swollen, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I didn’t mean too.” Pitt says staring at her eyes then back at her lips. He left her room soon and she sat there confused as ever. She was finally able to maintain and breathe again; the thought that she wouldn’t be able to escape captured her mind to the darkest of all that could happen. Lucky nothing did happen and she was free to relax. Veela didn’t like the thought of him wanting to do things as his desire against her, his mood changes were weird just like a woman bring pregnant and her unpredictable mood swings.
At least Veela was able to make it to the kitchen and she made no farther moves as her maid, Aunt Mali made them there breakfast. She watches the two and the awkward atmosphere as she smiled briefly at them both.
“What’s wrong with you two? Don’t tell me you two have good news for all of us?” Aunt Mila says with a grin and gives them two plates of food.
Pitt coughs back up his cup of coffee as soon as she said that and burned himself, while Veela sat there and laugh a little. He flashes a look at her and she stopped immediately; but a small smile still hangs by her lips and she sits there quietly and innocently.
“No Aunt Mila we don’t have good news, just the usual.”
“Aw, I was thinking more than that, it’s been a year and a half and still nothing from you two. When will you process rightly? If you two don’t know how too or are too shy with each other let me teach you to do it right.”
Veela could feel her cheeks warm up but the thought was so embarrassing to her, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. If Pitt wasn’t here maybe she would had slipped out and made fun of him but sense he was sitting there she dare not too. She didn’t know what he was capable of or at least if he did have an actual problem about his sexuality. This made her laugh again.
“Is there something funny?”
“Not at all, I was just thinking…” Veela had said and smiled at him and continued to drink her tea.
He gestured a hand movement for Aunt Mila to go away and to leave him alone with Veela. Aunt Mila quickly left and Veela knew this wouldn’t be a great sign.
“Oh, what are you going to do?” Veela says getting up from her seat, slowly looking at him. But he sat there wiping away his mess he made with his drink. He made no attempt to say anything and sat there quietly.
What is he planning in his head of his? Veela thought and sat down but then he got up and so did she when he stood back up.
“Is there something wrong with you today?” Pitt manages to ask for the first time.
“No, I’m perfectly fine actually just wondering what you’re doing.”
“If you’re thinking about this morning then stop thinking about it, it was a one thing only nothing else.”
This morning? I wasn’t even thinking about that but I guess you were. Veela thought and chuckled.
He tilts his head to the side and sighs getting annoyed a bit. He fixes his shirt and unbuttons it.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Veela says stopping him as she went and held onto the back of his hands.
His eyes glares back at her then back at her hands as she quickly realizes her own self and pulls her hands away.
“I’m sorry” She echoed back at him. Pitt stood still like always and said nothing. As you can see he’s not much of a talker at all.
“I didn’t mean too.”
“It’s fine” Pitt said and took his leave upstairs.
He took each step watching and where he was going, he was an impatient person; very in fact he disliked so many things about Veela. She was too sweet, her giggles where impossible to ignore and she wasn’t his type of women. She was hard to read not like any other women he has seen, he found everything annoying about her. He couldn’t bare her or at least he didn’t like being near her, although he liked the fact that she left him alone and didn’t bother him. He had enough on his mind and didn’t want her to add to the list. You could say he has never really thought of her as a wife but a rich high-so girl who agreed to married him only. He couldn’t lie but that was the truth. He does admit though that this morning he did something he never thought of doing before and that was pulling her onto the mattress. He never thought of seeing her underneath him, he himself could say he was uncomfortable with her sometimes. She seems so innocent, so gentle, and she even sometimes look like a lost puppy in his eyes that he just couldn’t bare but try to help her. But there was only one problem he doesn’t help and he could have care less. He grew up feeling lonely and unknown, only his ex-wife was the only one who really did know him and actually cared for him until she decided to walk out. He hated thinking about her and every time he did he would get mad and go beyond his expectations. It was either taking his anger out on something or going out to drink until he finally got so drunk he will pass out and forget it until the next morning again. No one can blame him but only he, himself and that was his fault for living in his pass.
He changed his shirt and wore a black newly lined collar shirt like the usual and came back down stairs.
Veela still sat eating her breakfast and talking on the phone with her sweet voice of hers, her voice was so gently and soft when she spoke. She chuckles, and laughs talking like her usual self.
“Ahem…..” Pitt coughed a bit and came sitting down sat still eating.
Veela felt awkward at the moment and smiled briefly at him. Her eyes didn’t meet his but she knew he was looking at her. God she wish he will actually talk and stop sitting in silence for once, she too was getting annoying by him, Pitt wasn’t the only one finding her annoying.
“So…” Veela cough, “Are you going to work today?” She said wiping her mouth with her handkerchief.
“No, I’m not, not today.” Pitt said not making any other comment back and it stop there.
“So…this guy Sila….who is he?”
“No one you need to know.” He snaps back raising his voice harsher than he had wanted to come out but it did and it was actually something to make her stop speaking also.
“Oh, I’m sorry if I said something wrong. You just asked about him last night and I was just asking because I didn’t know who you were talking about.”
“He’s no one, so don’t worry about him.” Pitt says yet again and final hopes that this is the last time she is to question him. But dumb of him to already figure it out she wasn’t going to stop there with the questions.
Veela sign in a great mass of questioning, it was one of the hardest things to do and not to piss him off for the most part. Asking about Sila was a strike one already, a strike two and a three she was dead in his hands.
“Do you think that sense you’re not going to work we can discuss something?” she said and for the first time maybe he does like this question, discussing something was what he did most and for things like this he had no problem.
He twirls his fork around and damps it into his food and eating again. He turns his chair to face her and sat facing towards her, she’s got the floor and his attention was caught on her. She feels uncomfortable but was able to smile back at him.
“Well….as you see we never did talk about our marriage contract at all…I was wondering if we took the time to now.” Veela ask making sure if she didn’t slip out anything embarrassing or stupid. She look at her fingers and then back at him, but his eyes were wondering strongly on her answer as if toying with the question itself.
“The marriage? What do you want to know about it?” Pitt says sitting up in a knowingly process, acting as if he was in a meeting room right at the moment.
“Well we don’t sleep with each other, we don’t spend time with each other, we don’t do anything with each other at all and it’s been a year, your parents are worried about us.”
“My parents let them be they’ll know when to stop and us, for two people who have never been in love sleeping on the same bed, spending time with each other isn’t something to do right? What’s the point if were not in love but to force ourselves to make this work?........Would you like it to sleep with me when you know I have no feelings towards you at all?”
Veela thought about it and it makes sense but the information was a bit hard to process especially when she wanted a different answer then this.
“I…..I guess…….your right.” Veela stutter and blinked several times.
“Don’t think about it just let it soak in and it will eventually.” He sounded commanding and turn away to his plate of food again.
“Tell me about one thing first, why do you live your life in darkness and bitterness?” Veela manage to ask, she was staring at him wondering what his answer may be or to come out like. If this was one of his major’s hideouts he hid away and lock from his outer surface to face the true reality how was he really on the inside? He was as hurt as she was and he didn’t forget nor did she.
‘This is it; you’re not backing down now. This is strike three already.’ Veela thought and was happy for herself asking him an unpredictable question she never thought of asking him before.
His voice stuck for a moment and images ruined his thought of concentration, images blurry in his vision as if new to him now, like he was seeing them being play again in his mind. He did a great job at hiding them but this woman here, she was another different story. She saw right through him when he less noticed it.
How long has she known about him? Or at least observed him when he less stayed home. She made her way towards him and new exactly that he was in pain from memories of his past, memoires that he choose to closed down and lock forever in the back of his mind. His loss of words and his shocking painless eyes that took deep in thought of, he was in pain, lonely even four years now and still unforgotten about his ex-wife and when he had a new one Veela couldn’t be able to help his current wound but she can help cure it if he lets her in and opens up to her.
She took him in surprise when he less thought of, he was always so cold towards her and even now he did no thought of changing his mind or even if it wasn’t a choice at all he would still push her away. But she held onto his hand and pulled him into a gentile hug.
It was the most warmest feeling any creature could have and he does admit for the first time from what seems like a billion years had he felt something that was so warm to his touch and he does yet doesn’t feel anything but coldness when thought about his ex-wife again. He did not attempt on pulling her away, but when he least notice it again, he hated to be help and felt like she was pitying him and immediately pulled away from her.
