Mr & Mrs Blanc

chapter 1

'Suffocation' , that's what I'm feeling as I sit beside my husband and his family. I glance up at everyone and wonder if I'm the only one feeling this tension that could choke one to death.

I always ate my meals alone so I didn't know if this was normal,this awkwardness. I glanced up once again only to find Adrian glaring at me , this was enough for me to look down and pick on my food.

The dinner was done and I couldn't be more happier than a kid in a candy shop ,but my happiness died down thinking about the next dinner, it was a monthly event for the blancs and was compulsory that everyone attended it, direct order from Dexter, my father in law.

I shook my head to get rid of unnecessary thoughts and moved towards my closet and picked up my laptop that I hid between the clothes.

I then make myself comfortable on the leather sofa and start working , the work I do started out as a mere hobby , something I did out of curiosity but later it became my livelihood that paved way for my independence from my stepfather.

*beep* the digital clock beside my bed beeps notifying me that the day was over and a new day had begun , in other words it was 12:00 . I close the laptop and massage my eyes , the numbness and stiff back reminds me how I have been holed up in the spot.

I stretch my body and make my way downstairs to get myself a glass of water.

As I drink I hear someone walking in the storage room beside the kitchen , I tense up 'oh God, it's an assassin, isn't it ?? ,you can't do this to me I'm too young to die ' even in a situation such as this, my mind refused to shut its banter.

I roll my eyes at myself and try to calm myself down , 'Indie , this was bound to happen , a powerful family such as this has to deal with assassin breaking into their homes , so this is NORMAL ' seriously is this normal? I question myself.

' what to do I can't be a coward while this family is in danger , for God's sake they gave me shelter and food , I shouldn't turn my back on them ' I roll my eyes at my dramatic speech as I make up my mind and search for a weapon , I open the drawer where the silverwares are kept and pick up something metallic.

I move towards the door and my eyes are instantly drawn towards the tanned broad naked back of the man hogging up the small room. ' this isn't the time to ogle , moreover you're married ' my annoying brain reminds me bringing me back to reality.

I wipe my imaginary drool and think about my next move , ' it's too late to back out now, the future of the Blanc family is in your hands!! , even if I die today I'm pretty sure they would honour me for my sacrifice and Valor.' I give myself a slight motivation and sneakily move behind him. I stand on my toes and place the weapon against his neck.

He freezes as he take in the fact that he's caught , " you better not try anything funny if you don't want me to slice you throat" I speak out in an intimidating voice but I knew it was farther from intimidating.

" who sent you and why are you here ?answer me if you still want your neck attached to your head " I threaten him as I bring the weapon closer to the neck and near to the carotid artery.

" we don't want any blood splatter ,do we— " , before I could continue and register what's happening, he pins me against the wall with my hands pinned above my head and looks me in the eye.

even though I have just seen him a couple of times, he never fails to take my breath away and make me weak in legs. He looks at me with an intense gaze which make me wonder if he's reading into my soul.

He bends down slightly to the point we're breathing the same air and with a deep voice " let me give you an advise darling, the next time you try or pretend to take someone down ......do so without a butterknife " .