Confused Love

DOUBLECROSSED

"Shhhh, don't move," Ryan shushed her as his hands swallowed her small hands as he held her hands to help stir the coffee.

Trisha's heart was past the beating stage; her heart was pounding!! The handsome Ryan Taram was holding her hands. They had been married for almost a month now, and he hadn't so much as touched her hands. They had separate rooms from day one, although she was relieved about the bedroom arrangement, which she had been nervous about. She had also hoped to learn to love him; after all, most marriages in the past were arranged, and it turned out well. She has give up on that till now. She felt shaky and nervous when he stood close to her, but he was literally hugging her, their bodies were touching!!! The only guy who had ever come this close to her was Damien. She wondered what the girls would say if they ever saw this scenario.

Damien stood by the door with red, bloody eyes, looking at both of them; Trisha was smiling, and it hurt him to think that Ryan could make her smile like that. He let go of the glass cup in his hands, and it fell to the ground and shattered to pieces.

Both Ryan and Trisha turned in his direction at almost the same time. Trisha's eyes met with Damien's before she quickly looked away, guilt reflecting in her eyes. Ryan looked at Damien and smirked. Damien stole another glance at Trisha before he finally walked away with tears threatening to fill his eyes.

Ryan waited for Damien to leave before letting go of Trisha's hand. "Don't think too much about it; it means nothing," he told her without an expression on his face.

"Do you care for some coffee? I make nice coffees." Trisha summoned courage and asked him as he walked towards the exit.

He paused and then walked out without giving her an answer. Trisha's look depicted immense surprise; she stood agape for about a minute before she left the kitchen with her cup of coffee. How could someone be so cold towards others? She was already happy that he was warm to her, only for him to ignore her like he had always done. Why on earth is he so cold towards her all the time? She asked herself as she tucked herself into her bed, abandoning the coffee.

THE NEXT MORNING ‹8:30am›

"Don't touch me!!! I said don't touch me!!!!!!!" A tall, slim, curvy lady screamed at the guards who tried explaining that she couldn't go in just like that.

"You'll all lose your jobs; I promise you that!!!!" She shouted as she dragged her bag behind her as she made her way to the door. The guards let her be as they murmured and chattered within themselves.

"Low-life chipmunks," Liv muttered under her breath. She got to the mansion door and waited for the guards at the entrance to open the door for her, but they barely moved from their initial position.

"Do I need to tell you before you know how to do your damn jobs!!!" She screamed out at the guards in utter annoyance.

"Ma'am, we can't let you in without getting an order from Madam Nancy or Mr. Ryan," one of the guards said without sparing her a look.

"Are you out of your f*****g mind!!! Do you have an idea of who I am? You had better open up that door before I do something you'll regret this instant. Liv shouted, raising her voice higher. She held the guard by his collar and started hitting him with her handbag. The maids tried pulling her away, but she ended up hitting everyone who touched her. The guard only tried to evade her hits but didn't retaliate. It was total chaos outside.

"What the hell is going on there?" Madam Nancy asked as she descended the stairs with Emily and Imogen behind her.

"Who's the lousy b***h disturbing us this early in the morning?" Imogen asked rhetorically, anger obviously written on her face.

"Open the doors," Madam Nancy said to the guard standing by the door. Liv's shrill voice was ringing in everyone's ears, and Imogen was getting annoyed.

The guard opened the door, and Liv's oval face came into view properly; she was wearing an off-shoulder, skimpy-looking dress that accentuated her curves and pink heels that screamed expensive!

"Fools!" She made a face at the guards and maids as she catwalked into the house, her heels making sounds as they came in contact with the glass-like tiles.

"Good morning, Mother," she dramatically greeted Madam Nancy as she genuflected.

Imogen rolled her eyes while Emily kept trying to hold back her laugh. Trisha was standing at the staircase just beside the silver-colored railings, watching the early morning drama.

"Liv, good morning," Madam Nancy responded as she led her to a chair and signaled the maids to bring something for her to drink. Imogen and Emily sat down as well, while Trisha hurried to the dining room to have breakfast. As usual, Ryan was not there. She sighed as she ate alone while Liv kept glancing at her.

"So, what brings you here this early and with that?" Imogen impatiently asked as she pointed to the suitcase that a maid had just brought in.

"Who told you to bring it in, by the way?" Emily asked the maid, who in turn bowed her head in embarrassment.

Liv ignored both of them and faced Madam Nancy, who was busy on her phone.

"Mother, Ryan's and my wedding is scheduled in a month's time. I was thinking it would be less stressful to plan the wedding if I just stayed here till the wedding," Liv stated as she smiled.

Trisha almost choked on her pancake as she heard that; Emily burst out laughing while Imogen smirked.

"Um... Liv darling, I think I forgot to let you in on something crucial," Madam Nancy stated.

"I want you to know that I see you as my daughter, and this piece of information won't change our relationship in any way," she continued.

Ryan alighted on the stairs with a briefcase in his hand; he was wearing a suit, and he looked so handsome that even Trisha joined the maids in staring.

*I can't fathom whose more handsome

*He is to die for

*How can a human be so alluring?

*I wouldn't mind staring all day long

Trisha was mesmerized for a moment before she recalled last night's incident and concentrated on her meal. Liv looked at him with lust shining in her caramel eyes. Ryan was about to leave when Liv tapped him on his shoulder. He paused, and she slowly moved her hands around his belly to his chest and laid her head on his back.

"Let go of me, b***h," Ryan said, his voice deep and masculine.

"But we are getting married in a week; why can't I tou

ch you?" She pouted.

"Because I'm already married," Ryan casually said.