Chapter 7 Just let me go
Nevertheless, I wouldn't be a murderer to someone who was only trying to help me, if he truly was.
I kept a stern look at him, frown and said;
"Okay, but I'm still your wife"
He narrows his gaze, he wasn't liking the situation but the pain was intense and he forgot himself and let out a loud groan.
He couldn't contain the throbbing ache as we had spent minutes arguing. Where was my humanity?
"Just let me go Ariana" he requests in a mild tone and I folded my arms looking at him straight in the eyes.
"Sit rav, I'd handle the rest" I petitioned as we both glared at ourselves. If he wants to survive and not bleed, then he'd let me rather than hollering at me.
Gruesomely, he kicked his leg on a table close by, dragged himself to sit on the couch. A wry smile left my lips.
For the first time, I get to be in control and I loved the aura I was getting from it.
Hastily, I flung the door open and screamed out to anyone outside. Of course a maid came rushing in with a first aid kit.
Furthermore, I told her to call an ambulance because he needs to be at the hospital but he still refuses as though he was scared of the hospital.
Why was he so stubborn? Was he some kind of immortal that would heal himself?
His face had turned pale and he was burying the pain again, acting as though it weren't deep when it was the opposite.
Forced to sit on the couch in the room, the maids assisted me. I couldn't tell who they were frighten of as they were jittery.
When he took off his shirt, I lust scanned his body. He had some mild scars and I was intrigued to learn of it.
Those scars didn't stop his body from looking alluring. I had to focus on the injury precisely.
It was a deep cut and I wish to apologize over and over again but that would irritate him.
I sat opposite him, tensed as I wash the injury. My heart prays he last for the night and by the morning, his doctor should appear if he has one.
When I touch the injury, he sucks his breath and as I lift my gaze to his, he said;
"Can you be quick, I have something urgent to attend to"
We exchanged breath as his eyes peers at me as though wanting every answers possible.
I could barely concentrate while trying to stitch his wound. He was suppressing the pain, covering his eyes and then taking a glimpse at the clock again.
His vein on the neck tightens as he gnaw his teeth. I gave him a pillow to squeeze to his taste which he finds ridiculous.
"Seriously?" He screeches and I was confused yet took his hand and stuff it with him.
"Just look at it as something you can vent your anger and pain on" I quickly snapped watching as his skin squirms.
"Fuck! Ariana, I thought you were once a paramedic"
"How did you know that?" I questioned stunned and breathing fast while covering the wound. How much more does he know about me.
The way he hesitated to reply at first sounded suspicious.
"Rule number to Ariana, learn everything there is about the one you want to take down" he proverbially proclaimed tighten his grip on the pillow.
Ravyen was indirectly talking about those who l want to seek revenge on but that doesn't still answer my question.
It brings me down with the realization on why he intended to sign the contract with me in the first place, how he got the hospital, my house address because I never gave him that.
I nodded with trembling hands as I felt his pain, maybe I should have just let him go, he'd know how to stop the excruciating pain.
He held my hand, his groomed hair had now fallen lazily on his face and his eyes were barely seen.
As soon as I was done, he let go of my hand and inhales softly. Actually we both did.
He combed his hair with his fingers and suddenly glanced at the watch which struck 1am.
It made him tensed as he gnashed his teeth. Sweat beads on his face, despite the fact that it was freezing here.
If I weren't mistaken, he said;
"I missed"
I couldn't find myself asking what he meant but something bothers him aside the injury he got from me.
The maids again came to wash off the stain and when they were gone, we were the only two.
I didn't want him to stay just not to harm him again with the thought of Ivan coming in and out of my head.
Or, probably I was just scared for the unknown.
"You're all patched up, you can leave" I responded, still apologizing for the accident. He gained no reply as I returned to the bathroom to wash my hands.
I could genuinely say, he was out of danger.
When I was done, I found on the couch, somewhat anxious as his eyes. Ignoring that, I paced towards the mirror.
That was my judgement, my hands were still trembling, to worsen it, he was right there, staring as though to torture me with what happened.
"Why aren't you leaving" I mutters tying my hair into a bundle and I suddenly found him behind me.
His presence filled my head, those eyes of his that made me breathless as he stared at my reflection.
My stomach twitches as he now looks perfect but his seductive look on me only meant something.
I felt hot, restless and perturbed. His arms went around my waist as my back leans on his chest.
I curl my toes as my hands rested on his arm, attempting to break out of his hold.
My lips attempted to reply him but he whispers to my ears;
"I want to spend the night here"
His words ceased my world as I rolled my eyes at me, my body swivel around.
It was as though he was controlling himself, the lustful way he keeps staring at me.
I swallowed hard as everything negative rang in my head. Just what if...
"No, you've got your room" I manage to squeeze from my room, trying to tell him that he needs to rest but yet again, his presence makes me secured from my nightmare.
He suddenly releases my waist and languorously moved to the bed.
I had intentions of leaving that room to another but what could possibly happen? I shouldn't act as a whimp, he is a gentleman and wouldn't just rush into having sex with when it's just a day we spent with each.
"No touching!" I made it clear and he smirks at me as he tabs the bed for me to lay down.
"I'd try" he said with a dark gaze at me. I swallowed hard and let out a scoff.
"I..." I paused as he curved his elbow over his head.
"Well, I'm not ready" I foolishly uttered. I saw it, that smirk again like a mockery.
"Ready for what?" He asked lame like he doesn't know what I was talking about.
There was no response from me as a lost of negative thoughts flushes me. Maybe I was wrong, he might be innocent.
That alone took dirty thoughts from my mind. It's just for the night, at least this way, I could monitor him and the state of his health since he refuses to be attended to by a professional.
Tightening my hands on the bath shrub I wore, I moved to the other side of the bed, almost laying down when his voice eluded my head.
"You don't have to be ready when I want to have sex with you, you're my wife after all"