Married To A Mad Heir

Chapter Two

For the next few weeks Vanessa stayed indoors. She'd been photographed by the paparazzi on her way out of the building, looking haggard and grief stricken. She mourned the love she once had, the man Tristan once was. She'd never felt more alone and scared in her life. Her mom was right, she should've put herself first. She shouldn't have given up her scholarship, or quit writing. She should have stood on her own before committing to him. And now here she was, jobless and helpless. Her entire life was him and now she could feel him slipping.

"Vanessa, I'm home!" Tristan's voice cuts through her melancholy and she hurried to clean herself up before he could get upstairs.

She was sat at her dressing table when he walked in, brushing her hair. She looked at him through the mirror but did not acknowledge him further. He came to kiss her but she moved away from his touch and his shoulders dropped. Causing him to sigh dejectedly and move away.

"Is this how it's gonna be?" he asks but she says nothing.

Annoyed, he violently shrugs off his jacket and undid his tie while kicking off his shoes. He rolled up his sleeves and sat on the bed, legs spread.

"We need to talk"

She nods but says nothing. He continues.

"For weeks you have been giving me the cold shoulder. I want to know why"

She paused

Why?

He wanted to know why?

Did he really just say that to her?

She chose to ignore him. Deciding his questions were undeserving of an answer. But clearly he was too dense to know this.

"I am talking to you!" he snaps and she puts the brush down and turns to face him. She wore a long silk night dress with a deep v neckline and spaghetti straps. Tristan gulps as his eyes strays to her cleavage, her ample bossom calling to him. He felt his pants tighten and subtly adjusted himself to keep a tent from rising.

Vanessa was and still is the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. She was full and glowed from the inside out, her skin was naturally tan, a gift from her African great grand mother, and complimented her dark brown hair that was currently straight. Her silver eyes, an abnormality that made her extremely beautiful, were expressive and lively but were currently staring at him coldly. He hated this... she used to look at him like he was her world, but now those eyes were making him wither.

"I do not wish to dignify your ridiculous questions with an answer" she says, her voice cold.

"That would imply I gave ear to them"

"Nessy..."

"Don't!" she cries in outrage, shocking him " Don't you dare call me that! You forfeited any rights you had to call me that the day you chose to sleep with that tramp!"

A slap cuts across her face, turning her head sharply to the right. She remains in the same position, eyes wide and mouth open in a gasp that was never heard, too shocked to fully register what had happened.

"Don't you dare call my woman a tramp!" he hissed then like he'd just been snapped into reality, he came to his senses and he gasps. Horror clear on his face as he stares at her. Did he just do this? Had he just...

His hand print was clear across her face, all five fingers clearly represented on her cheeks. She sat with her head turned to the right at an awkward angle.

Had he done this? Did he really just slap Vanessa?!

Instead of turning her head, she turned her body to the right and got up, facing away from him. She gathered her floor length dress and began heading for the door.

"Baby please I'm sorry" he pleaded going after her but she just kept walking. She walked down the hall, to the stairs and down the stairs while he calls after her. She didn't reply, just kept walking.

"Vanessa please sto-"

He grabs her arm and as if awoken from a terrible dream, she screamed in terror, anger, hurt, shame and fear as she stood in the middle of the living room.

He'd hit her. He'd hit her!

She bursts into tears after a good two minutes of shouting. She sank slowly to the ground as the tears poured down her face, causing her still steaming face to burn. She cried even harder.

"Mama" she sobbed and Tristan nearly bursts into tears. She basically raised him, she was his mom too.

"Mama why?"

Why'd she have to leave her? Why now when she needed her most?

"Forgive me" he begs, falling at her feet and hugging her "please. This will never happen again, I swear"

They stay like that for a long time. Both in tears, her crying to the heavens, him into her dress. Tired of crying, she gently pats his head and he lets go of her, only to scoop her in his arms and princess carries her up of the stairs.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks but her head hurt from all the crying, she was tired. Tired from being angry, tired from hurting, tired from hating him and what he'd done. She just wanted comfort, to be in the arms of the man she'd married. To go back to when everything made sense and happy.

"To our bedroom" he says, emphasising on the our. She'd been sleeping in the guest bedroom since, he'd been pleasantly surprised to see her in their room.

She struggled in his arms but he just held her tighter.

"Please don't... not tonight, not after..." his words trail off.

She sighs and relaxed into his arms, his shoulders relaxing as they continued silently. He places her gently on his bed then went in for a kiss. At first she turns away from it but he gently turns her face to his and slowly goes in for another. This time, their lips connect and they both sigh. He'd missed this, she'd missed this.

How could he feel this and still betray her?

His hand slides up her body and cups her breasts and she moans. All thoughts fleeing from her mind.

She'd think tomorrow. For tonight... She'd let herself feel.