Leave The Main House

Leave The Main House


Alana's POV

Days went by very fast. Ryan was getting even more annoying as he kept telling me to watch myself. Last night I cleared him off rudely, and now we are currently quarrelling. Fuck him.

I went about doing my own things, checking out my business and replying to emails for once. I've been a house wife for too long.

I saw a bunch of emails, dates dating back to months ago and I was in shock by most of the contents. Was I some sort of an influencer now? Offering to send me PR items to review and unbox?

Some wanted me to advertise for them, model for them and the likes. Didn't they realize that I will never be poor again? And even that, I wasn't an influencer? I opted for the best way to turn most of them down with a frown, knowing fully well that they would be disappointed by my answer.

My online company was doing quite well. I was yet to tell Ryan about it because I felt he didn't need to know. Damn, I was so mad, but I wonder if I overreacted or not.

No, I didn't. Or did I? I sighed and dropped my tense shoulders, remembering how this morning went. He refused to even let me get out of the bed myself, so I snapped and went off on him, yelling.

He said nothing in response, he just got out of bed, showered and left. He never left without kissing me goodbye and giving me an estimate on when he would be back. But he didn't do it, he just flat out ignored my sprawled, sulking frame on the bed. He actually left me. I felt sick to my stomach.

Trust me to try to deal with it, like right now. After sending the bunch of rejection emails, I logged out and decided to go for a swim in the pool. I put on a nice bikini and got into the pool.

I was barely two seconds in before my phone started literally screaming, texts back to back, probably from one person.

When I reached, I saw it was from my annoying husband.

“Since when do you swim? Especially in that outfit, almost naked? Better get back in or I'll kill all my men.”

Excuse me? I was shocked.

Why the heck was he even monitoring me? I rolled my eyes at the text and ignored it then proceeded to keep enjoying myself. Another quiet text came in, and I couldn't resist the urge to check it out, so I did.

“You know me, Alana. Don't piss me off further. Get out of there and go inside, now.”

I just knew it was one of his men that was feeding him information. I couldn't tell who exactly it was and it didn't matter, I just knew I hated most of them.

I sent back a reply but he left me on read. Fucking bastard. I obeyed anyway and headed inside and went into a deep sleep.

When I woke up that evening, it was already dark out, and I was very hungry. My stomach rumbled, but I forced myself to get a shower before I would go down to get food. I felt uneasy and alone when I came out and my husband was nowhere to be seen. He was never this late, or he would simply tell me what we kept him.

I wanted to text him so bad since I was agitated but I couldn't because of my pride. I was about to leave my room when I heard noises downstairs.

It was him. Why did my heart dance in my chest? Why was I excited that he was back home? Why did I almost leap for joy? And wait, is that a stupid smile on my face? I slapped it right out, even though I felt guilty because I yelled at him too harshly.

Whatever. His yelling became more prominent, and I was shocked by his words.

“Everyone, leave the main house!”

“Leave the main house!”

What? Why? What the hell was he doing? He even sent the guards away?

Then I heard them leaving one by one. Finally, his footsteps graced the stairs. I ran straight to the bed and got under the sheets, my heart weirdly beating fast.

When he came in, I pretended to be asleep. I heard him disappear into the bathroom, probably shower then he came out. The room smelled amazing. Yup, a nice bath. I was dying to see how good he looked. Wait, why was I even hiding?

“I know you're awake.” He said, jerking me out of my thoughts. I still stayed still, scared to meet his eyes.

I ignored him. I thought he would bother me or something, but he did no such thing.

“Come watch me cook dinner.” He suddenly said, and I didn't even realize when I spoke, but I did before I even had my next breath, pulling the sheets away from me.

“I don't want to.” I flashed him a fierce look.

“I'm waiting.” With that he left, wearing casual shorts and a shirt, looking awfully delicious. Too bad I was mad at him, I would've let him fuck me or something.

Asshole. He literally left, and I was so damn hungry, but awfully stubborn, so I contemplated on what to do for a good minute. Eventually, I decided to go meet him, not because I was listening to his instructions but because I was hungry, okay?

When I arrived, he was clearing up to start. I just watched, eyeing him closely. How annoying it was that I couldn't stand behind him and wrap my arms around him as he cooked like I wanted to.

“Sit. I don't want you standing.”

“No–” Then I was lifted and placed on the counter, a considerable distance away from the gas burners. He was actually making ramen.

After carrying me, he went on like he didn't just do it. Even through his clothes his muscles prevailed, and he was so hot.

“Are you sure me watching you make dinner isn't a secret kink of yours?” I tried to ease up the thick tension between us, as he was barely acknowledging me.

He finally looked at me, and I felt small under his heavy, significant scrutiny. He legit sized me up.

“Don't you have something to say to me?”

“I don't think so.”

“Okay.” That's all. How annoying. I'm just so bitchy sometimes.

He wasn't smiling. I watched him bring out two different types of ramen.

“I don't like this anymore, I wonder why. I prefer the other one.”

“Yes I know. I didn't get it for you.” He didn't even look at me.

How the hell did he know that? Still, I let it go and just watched him cook until the meal was ready.

He served me, then got on top of the counter and sat beside me. We ate in silence, and I couldn't even concentrate with him near.

He finished first, got down and washed his plates, then washed mine too.

He just worked quietly, spoiling me while I was being such a bitch. I didn't like the silent treatment, it was eating at me so I had no choice but to drop my pride and apologize.

“I'm sorry, okay, for yelling.” I managed to say as he walked towards me, wiping his wet hands with a napkin.

“What?”

“I said I'm sorry for what happened earlier. It won't happen again.”

His smile was unmistakable, and the way he stared at me caused a butterfly traffic in my stomach because it was too congested.

He finally came to stand in between my legs. His cologne was so good, the minute we locked eyes, we both knew what I was thinking about, what I desperately wanted.

“I'm not sorry for being overprotective.”
He replied. My frown was instant, but we had no time to think about it.

“Fuck you.” I said with gritted teeth.

“Yeah, come.” He grabbed me harshly by my throat and yanked my face to his, then we locked lips and somehow I let his tongue caress my throat. He unbuttoned my shirt, pulled down my bra and latched onto my nipples with the ferocity of a starved baby.