Dominant Husband: Her worth

Four

Okay. This was getting too awkward. Sebastian hadn't ever taken his time to stare at me intensely. What was up with him now? His smile was cute, but there was definitely a terrible thing behind it. He looked like one of those evil people in creepy movies. 

"Ready— for what?" I choked out, bulging my eyes, my voice shaky as well. 

He let out a snort, crumpled his eyebrows into a frown. I knew it. I was expecting a frown. "Aren't you ready to join me in bed? At least, you've been crying for a child, right?"

"Oh, that." I chuckled nervously, swallowed, blinked like a confused dolphin. "I've got to…" my remaining words got stuck in my vocal cord. Oh my, this man scared me as hell. 

"Got to what?" He took a step closer, smirking harder, speaking lower.

That voice wasn't normal. There was a hoarse sound in it. 

"Well…" I lowered my head, trembling. "Mom didn't say the truth. I never—"

"You never what?" He cut me off. Raising my neck to look into his eyes, I trembled more on seeing the anger that brushed through his face. 

"I didn't go to her to cry. She only—"

"So my mom is lying? Is that what you're saying?" The irk in his voice worsened. It became thicker, immense, menacing. 

"Not directly." I shook my head, gulping again. "Because mom thinks we're actually in love, she thought—" this time around, he didn't interrupt me from speaking by uttering a word. The anger in his eyes interrupted me. 

Fine, I had always seen him angry. All the time. But right now, the anger I could see was a foreign one. His eyes weren't only explaining anger, they were also explaining hatred. Deep hatred. 

I dropped my gaze to the floor. "I'm sorry," I could only say. "I'll sort this out. I won't use the pills."

"The pills?" He scoffed, a batter of enragement thrusting around him. "Do you think I'll allow you to use them in the first place? Do you?" 

"I know that. I'm only trying to assure you that I have no hope about…" I stopped talking. I didn't know whether or not to lie. 

Speaking of hope, I had a great deal of hope that we'd be lovers in the future. So, would I lie to him that I didn't have hope? It wasn't just about lying. It'd also make me feel bitter. All I wanted was to fill myself with positivity, and not with discouraging words. Lying that I had no hope would only make me doubt my optimism. 

"Assure me what?" He barked. 

After a crazy debate with my mind, I looked at him. "Mom's innocent. She's trying to be of help. I won't use it, and that's it. There's no need for you to worry. And, I didn't tell mom I want a child. That's just it. And for peace' sake, let's end our convo here. I'm so stressed out right now."

Oh pizza-razza-pancake! Did I just speak to Sebastian? I explained something to him? I spoke straight? I was confident? I wasn't speaking like a fearful i***t?

Okay. Time to get insulted. 

Blank, I stared, waiting for him to start saying something. To my surprise, he was quiet. But, the only thing he did was to stop frowning. 

Lord, what was happening to my husband? 

Unexpectedly, he smiled. He wasn't smirking, he was smiling. 

And… he stepped closer. 

Closer. 

And closer. 

Also, I stepped backwards, and backwards, completely forgetting that the door was behind me, until my back hit it. 

"Sebastian?" My voice quivered, frightened. 

I pressed my palm against the door, raising my neck so high to catch his gaze. 

Suddenly, his smile turned into a sneer. A deep one. And, his arm began to propel somewhere. Somewhere that was leading to my back. I almost gasped, but I controlled myself. Was he trying to get close to me? Well, if that was it, then I ought to be happy. He was going to touch me!

But, my subconscious mind noted that if he touched me, it would be useless. What was the point in being close to the one that didn't like me?

"Wh—what are you trying to do?" I stuttered. 

He ignored my words, bent his head to my neck, his hot breath trickling the skin of my chin. "Want a child, right? Crying for one, huh?"

Good Lord, what was he saying?!

"I said…" I stopped speaking when his hands reached my hips, his lips touching the naked skin of my shoulder. Was he seriously going to do this?

"Want to feel Sebas, huh?" He added, caressing my hips, moving his fingers up to my waist. Okay, he was doing this. 

"I... I…" I couldn't speak properly anymore. Honestly, it was time to trail off. I had to enjoy this moment. 

I loosened my fist, shut my eyes, exhaled softly. A strange impulse lingered within me, and I could feel joy booming into me. It was starting to seem unreal as well. How could all these work in a blink of an eye?

"Adrienne," he called my name, his voice warm, rapsy, promising, hoarse. "Now…" he continued, leaning closer. 

"Now what?" I whispered underneath my breath. His breath soothed my skin harder, making goose bumps trample all over me. 

"Now… leave here," he ordered. 

Hearing that, my eyes bulged open. What the crap did he just say? Leave where?

"Um? Huh?" 

Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows. Before I could mention another word, his hands on my waist moved to my shoulder, jerking my arms so tight. 

"Argh!" I groused, trying to yank from his strong hold. "What's going on?!"

He huffed, leaned backwards, glaring at me more. I knew it. That closeness was too good to be true. 

"You heard me." He clenched his teeth, his gunmetal eyes forming a gun that was actually shooting me some metals as bullets. His eyes turned red as if hot sauce dropped into it, and the intensity of his anger increased. "Right now, you'll leave this room!" He informed me. 

"Wh— what?" I dropped my jaw, shocked. In the eight months we had been married, he had never sent me out of our room, even when he was terribly angry. Was he becoming better or worse?

He towed me closer to him, faced the door, jolted it open. "Leave here!" He yelled. 

The next thing I could tell was that I was outside the room already. 

"Sebastian!" I bit out a knowing cry. "How can you send me out of our room? Where will I stay? What's going on with you?"

He snorted, stood by the threshold of the door, deepened his glare as he moved his arms to his chest. "You know what? Ask that to my ass. If you stay in this room, I'll probably strangle you before you wake up in the morning."

"What?" I blinked like a moron. "But I'm— I'm your wife. Can you not see that?"

His nose flared, then he took a step backward. "Just leave. If you stay here a little longer, I'll lose my temper completely. You are a pure example of ‘gross’. Anytime I see you, I hate myself for having to be your husband. I just wish you could die or something. You disgust me."

"But…" I shut my lips, tears squirming in my eyes. He called me gross? He wanted me dead?

This was it. I had to leave him for now. There was no point in speaking. I'd only be hurt more. 

"Goodnight, Adrienne." He slammed the door in my face, leaving me to stand here like an i***t. 

Uncontrollably, I whimpered. This was getting out of hand. It was just so hard for me. Since eight months ago, I had been doing everything I could do, but nothing was working. He still wasn't changing. What did he want? 

I covered my hands with my mouth to prevent the hard sobs from leaving it. Speaking of fragility, I was a champion in that. If my life was to be written in a book, my character would definitely be one of those weak female leads. I liked strong female leads in the novels I read, but I just couldn't be like them. I was a really weak and emotional person. 

Broken, I took a turn to my left, walking silently in the large hallway. Where would I go now? The mansion had a lot of rooms, but none of them could satisfy me. I wanted to be with the one I loved, but he wasn't seeming to understand my importance. My worth. 

Well, I guessed I had to keep moving. One day, soon, he'd know my worth. All I hoped was for that time to not be too late. 

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