Falling for Mr Smith

Chapter Ten

Victoria POV

A month has passed since my marriage to Justin and there is not one day of it that am happy with. Is it possible to say I was already detesting ever agreeing to my him, cause am starting to think so.

I raised my head from the pillow look through the window wishing I could fly but I can't I was stock here. There was no backing out, am not the type of girl who believes in divorce. Its better to leave your life as a single than get married only to back out afterward finding out that marriage isn't as simple as people pointed it out to be. It never is.

Ever since I married Justin he never came to my room or spend the night at home, always out party god knows where and probably banging a girl out there. I think, what the hell was I doing here in the first place.

This wasn't the happily ever after I had wanted for myself. I seem to be facing another side of a marriage I never needed. What is Justin Smith doing to me? This wasn't the man I met in the past, who is this stranger am married to?

I sometimes pretend I wasn't hurt but deep within me it hurts than I can ever say. Most times I felt suffocated even if the surrounding was wide and free with fresh air. Not once do I feel welcomed and comfortable in my own husband's house, I felt more like a guest in it. And that isn't a good sign at all.

Needing something to put into my stomach I lifted myself of the queen sized bed putting on the slippers laying on the floor beside the bed. I stretched my arms up yawning out in an unladylike way, if my mom had seen me she would have knocked some senses into my head.

Not wanting to head downstairs to the kitchen appearing like a zombie I moved over to the bathroom. Glancing at myself in the mirror I appear to look scary almost making me shriek out in horror.

"What the hell?" I murmured to myself. My blonde hair had tangled into a mess, my grey eyes looked puff with nights of crying and to make matters worst I had a drool on my face. That means James my brother was saying the truth indeed, I really did drool and like always I'll keep on denying it.

Immediately I on the tap in the sink watching my face properly then took a towel from the rack and wipe off the water. I checked my teeth out for dirt then contemplated it I should brush before eating or after. Deciding on before eating I picked up my toothbrush from where it was then paste it and not wanting to waste much time I begin brushing.

Feeling like I have properly put myself together I head to the couch in my bedroom picking up the long silk jacket to my short nighties.

I headed down the stairs finding my way in the huge house, answering greeting from the cleaners along the way. It didn't take long before I found the kitchen.

Getting at the kitchen door I heard the sound of appliances moving around which signifies Mrs Cullen the cookers presences.

The aroma coming from whatever she was cooking made me more hungry due to skipping dinner last night not wanting to set eyes on Justin. One could say I was avoiding him. Which I am.

"Good Morning Mrs Cullen" I greeted her when my stomach grumbled in hunger. I was seriously staving, if I don't have something now I feel I would loose my sanity.

"Good morning Mrs Smith" She greeted back with an appreciative smile then resume making breakfast.

Sitting down on the stool near the island, I studied Mrs Cullen as she make breakfast "What are you making? Because I swear I can smell pancake"

The short petty grey headed woman chuckled at my remark, she reminds me of granny who passed way six years ago. The comfort Mrs Cullen provides me know no bound.

"It is so my dear" She said putting three pancakes on a plate handing it over to me which I gratefully took then immediately begin digging into it.

"Why haven't you resign yet Mrs Cullen?" I questioned curiously. For long I have been meaning to know why.

"Call me Georgia" She said glancing at me briefly then resumed making more pancake "Here take a blueberry to match with it to bring a pleasant taste" She hand me a bowl filled with blueberry which I appreciated her for.

"When you call me by my name Victoria is when I'll do so with yours" I stated then resumed eating my meal.

"Well about your question earlier. Years of experience in the kitchen seems to affect me from refusing to resigning but Mr Smith been the kind and thoughtful man he is offered to supply me my general needed once I resign with will be very soon my dear" At her words I nearly cried out.

Losing my apatite I dropped down my cutlery "I'll miss you" I sadly spoke out making Georgia switch off the gas and suspended whatever she was doing.

"Oh sweetheart" She pulled me into her welcoming embrace "All will be well. Let me tell you.." Georgia shifted her gaze at me "..Justin isn't a bad guy, its just his way of avoiding his past from repeating just give him a chance. Okay?" I nodded in reply, I was never the type to give up easily. I will do whatever I can to save my marriage.

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Late that night feeling tasty I left my bedroom to myself a drink. The hallway and surroundings were totally dark making it hard to see through.

After an eternity of finding the kitchen a noise coming from there stopped me short. Who could that be? A bugler? Kidnapper? Ready to defend myself from whoever that was. I froze when I realise that wasn't a noise of someone breaking in. I mean what genius would break into a high security building like this.

Bzzzz! Came a sound

Justin?

So it true. He's really having cheat in me with another girl. But wasn't that my suggestion, I never knew he would heed to it?

Tears threatened to escape my eyes. Not able to stand it any more I left there forgetting my thirst. I ran straight to my room crying hard with a deep sob taking over my whole body.

Why my life? I questioned. Why isn't mine different? I internally yelled. Feeling suffocated I rushed to the balcony in my room to have a gulp of fresh air.

What the hell is wrong with me? Why is he doing this to me? Who have I ever wronged in this life? Am I not perfect enough?

Self doubt filled my senses. Feeling self-conscious I wrapped my arm around myself?

Why do I still want him after what I just saw? I angrily thought.

For once in my life I resent my too forgiven heart. It was bound to bring me more heartbreak. And more I had wished to have dated to know how men minds work but right now am totally useless.

I was useless.

Readers knowledge only: But what Victoria doesn't know was it all an act.

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Tonight so wasn't my night as I gaze at the full moon illuminating light into my room. Everything seems calm but I certainly wasn't close to calm at all..

The man had the gut. In my kitchen my very kitchen.

Why the hell would he do that! He shouldn't have done that! It hurts knowing he had made such a move not outside but inside our very own house.

Not that it makes a difference

Feeling the need to talk to someone at the cost of my sanity. I sat up from where I had lay, picking up my iPhone 11 pro dialing someone I could trust with my feelings

"Lia?" I spoke out

"Victoria what's wrong?" At the sound of her voice I knew I had woken her up from her slumber after picking up at the sixth ring.

Amalia Shelly is someone close like a sister to me after knowing each other since diapers. That the price of having both mothers as best friend. The relationship passed down to Amalia and I, the hopes of two families becoming one crashed down when Janet (Amalia's mother) wasn't able to conceive again and top it with James disapproval, not reciprocating on Amaila's feels, sucks in their plans.

"I don't think I can bare this much longer" A sob escaped my mouth as I spoke.

Now filled with concern Lia questioned "Victoria what happened? Speak to me"

"It's Justin, I think he's cheating on me" I wept out "Not that I blame him, I practically told him to do so"

"Okay now I don't get you. What the hell do you mean cheat, blame? Get straight to the point" Confusion laced her voice as she spoke.

Not taking much time, I went straight down to what occurred on our honeymoon. The events of that night which may lead to the downfall of lots of things.

"Why do I deserve this life? You know I hate it so much i-it killing me" I sigh rest my head on the pillow "Why me?"

"Seriously you don't mean it..." She said laugh then she stopped "Do you mean it?." She said now sobering up.

"Will I ever joke with a thing like this" Suddenly feeling an ache in my head I rubbed hard on my temple.

"Then go find a hot guy and f**k" She declared out.

I sputter in my saliva almost getting it through my head, immediately I sat up coughing like a lunatic for a while. I took in a deep breath trying to get hold of myself.

"What the hell! Is that the only suggestion you can give?" I chided her through the phone.

"Ehm-yeah, what do you expect? No man will ever do that to me and go free" I could sense the dramatically meaning of her voice. The urge to roll my eyes held me.

I could say the same about James.

"Lia I'll talk to you later okay. I need to go" Not waiting for response I cut the line, laying back on the king size bed in the formerly guest room, now my room.

Not Justin's suggestion Mine.

What am I supposed to do about this I want this marriage to work I really do.

Why? I ask God but he was somewhere occupied.

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The time for dinner reached as I slowly descended the stairs heading to the dinning room deeply hoping and praying for non Justin's presence.

My prayers fell into deaf years as I caught the sight of a black headed man sitting at the head of the table carefully devouring him meal

Deciding to ignore him I took a seat far end from him not needing his presence of disturbing scent near me. Facing the well perfected steak opposite me I beginning digging in.

"You know I don't bite" Justin's smooths voice spoke out making my gaze shifted to his. Within a flash, a smirk appear on his face "Or maybe I do but I'm certain you'll defiantly love it" He added with a wink

I at that moment chocked on the steak as it went to the wrong pipe. Taking a glass of water I pushed it down giving myself time to breath.

"We will be going out tomorrow evening for a business auction by 6:00 pm I expect you to be dressed by then" He said not looking affected at my state. His desire not to help infuriates me.

I dropped the glass of water down "Am going nowhere. Not with with you" I took my the steak knife and fork resuming to my meal even the I had lost my apatite.

"I wasn't asking" He stopped eating to gaze intensely at me sending a spine shivering feelings through me. Like he could view and read me openly.

The jerk had the guts to...

Swallowing up my thought. I gulp down the well cooked meat which tasted like carton in my mouth.

Having my fill I left him together with the quite room with a boiling rage in me.

Angrily I stomp the staircase as I ascend towards my assigned bedroom. I shut the door in annoyance at Justin tasting me.

Why does he have to be so annoying? I groan out in anger, continuously clenching and unclenching my fist as I pace around the large bedroom.

A sudden thought struck to me and I glance around my room, in search of my phone. Lifting the blanket up I caught sight of the black item.

Picking it up I immediately dialed my secretary's number.

"Mrs Smith?" Her patient voice came through the line.

"I've a job for you Selena"

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"Victoria are you planning on sleeping in there?" Justin's voice yelled from outside the closed door of my room.

I rolled my eyes at his word. As I wore my designer diamond sparkle heels. Taking my sliver purse laying on the bed beside me as I stood on my feet as I straighten my dress.

Sighing I glance at my hair which been stylishly packed, rolled, and bonded, leaving a stray of loose hair at the sides.

Selena did a great job picking out a dress for me. A red long body hug gown with an opening from down to my higher thigh. and a very deep V opening in my front chest, my back widely open.

I turned to check out my backside "Wow you sure do have an a*s Victoria" I ended it pointing to my a*s.

"Victoria get down here" Justin yelled out again

"Okay dad" I yelled back at him sarcastically, already having enough with his irritating noise.

I checked out my make up if there were anything missing, feeling contented I murmured "Good" as I head towards the locked door.

Once open the sight of me caught Justin short at his next words of anger. If you could see the look on Justin's face it was so priceless, it made me feel so special like I was a goddess. His eyes never wavering away from me.

The intensity of his burning gaze made my toe curl as I took notice of his appearance. Dressed in a white tuxedo with a black bowtie and expensive-looking cufflinks. His black polished new shoe, his freshly shaved jaw, and perfectly arranged hair tinted at the top with a little oil making it appear shinning.

His mouth was wide open like he was going to drool on me. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off me. His eyes show a lot of things fantasy, l**t things I couldn't say.

In fact, I felt like I was the one drooling on him more, I got the hot for him really bad which wasn't what I expected in the situation we were placed in.

We stared at each other for God knows how long. I was the one who decided to break the contact first, seeing we could both sleep here with the amount of tension lingering on the air.

I cleared my throat "Ehmm...we should get going"

He shakes his head slightly, in a state of snapping himself off the trance "Yes of course"

Offering me his arm which I gratefully took we set ourselves down the stairs and off the huge Victorian Mansion, big enough for twenty people. I couldn't help but wonder why he bought the huge building.

We got to the car as Sawyer opened the backseat stepping aside with wildly opened door "Good Evening Mr. and Mrs. Smith" Sawyer's professional voice greeted.

"Good evening Sawyer" I responded back at the driver with a sweet smile on my face as I appreciated him at his kind gesture. Stepping into the 2019 BMW 3 Series, Justin stepped in next sitting by my side as we both fell into an awkward silence.

After what felt like forever we got to the final destination. The hotel which hopefully the event was held place. The sight of cameras and reporters around wasn't pleasant news to me as both Justin and I stepped off the car.

The flashes of cameras hit us continuously as questions pop off the corner from different people which was totally ignored but a strict, intimidating looking Justin.

Finally at the comfort of the building the tight hold I had in Justin's elbow lessened as I studied the grand hall we were heading to.

Justin handed a black looking envelope to security standing at the door as we pass off the line.

"Mr. Smith Your welcome" The Young man greeted as he gave way for our entire.

My jaw almost dropped down at the sight opposite me. The chandelier illuminating and reflecting a golden light around the whole hall, the music artist and band playing at the corner. The perfectly arranged round tables with the number of people there. But one particular person struck me.

"Justin, it's a pleasure seeing you here" The sight of Valentina greeted both of us. A seducing smile on her face but it immediately disappeared at the sight of me "Victoria" The malice on her voice noticeable.

To say the truth I never did like her one bit. She never likes me also probably at the idea of my marriage with Justin. Just knowing her was frustrating.

"Hi Valentina, how are you doing today?" I glance at her with a fake smile holding my husband's hand more tightly.

"Justin please I would like a word with you" she looked at him totally ignoring my word "In private"

I waited and hoped for him to refused but a jerk is always a jerk.

"Of course let's go," He said shrugging my hold off his arm as he left me there not even bothering to ask for my permission.

I was so angry, to say the least. I wonder what was so important that she wants to speak with him in private.

They are more to what I sense about them. She is more than just family friends to him and his family

I waited for six minutes still at the said spot as I tapped on my toe at the room filled with strangers. It wasn't easy with the amount of filtering I was given from different men a minute.

Finally having enough I decide to look for him where they had both headed.

When I got to a dark passage I saw a door opened slightly and heard someone talking I moved to find out who it was.

".....you don't love her I know the marriage is an arranged marriage" I could hear Valentina's voice.

"So?" I heard Justin's voice.

I peep through the doorway. I saw she was very close to Justin.

"Come to my house tonight, let me make you feel good, you don't need that ugly thing of a wife I can make you feel good" She moved forward and kissed him.

I covered my gasp with my hand. I was shocked at the sight opposite me.

What shocked me most was he also kissed her back.

I could not watch any longer the s****l event. My feet almost gave away as I forced myself not to shed a tear. The hold on my purse clenched hard as I returned to my former position.

Now needing a strange drink. I took a glass of champagne from the servers as I drowned one and took another.

In the next five minutes, he came back to where I stood.

"Why haven't you gotten a sit?" He calmly spoke like he hadn't done a thing a while ago. How could he live with the guilt?

"How was your discussion?" I asked ignoring his question.

"It's none of your business"

"Of course none of my business" I sigh nodding my head finally had enough with this "You know Justin. I tried making you sensible, I know I had told you to have fun with other women which were said at the moment of hate and disbelief but I never expected you to take it too such level" The energy boost from the alcohol I had consumed a while gave me courage.

"What do you mean?" A frown appeared on his brow in curiosity.

"I mean the fact that I am done dealing with you and your cheating a*s. I thought you were better than that. I once saw you as a man of respect but now...you're nothing but a pig to me and I hope you and your lovers rot in hell" I sneered to his face as tears ran down my eyes "Happy one month anniversary" I tinted the glass up in cheers as I drown the drink empty leaving him to his frozen spot.

A certain person heading towards Justin and I greeted my sight as I took hold of champagne from the man near me. With a boiling rage, I throw the content at her.

She cringes out in disgust "What the hell!"

I turned and left her as I heard Justin calling my name, which I ignored as I heisted I stepped off the building hoping for an easy ride.

How much I hate him. Is this how things are going to be?

Even if he doesn't care or love me he could have at least show our marriage some respect or better yet me. If hate is what he wants from me then that what he would get. I will mind my distance.

I'm done with him.

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