CHAPTER 16 ~ HIS DENIAL
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LOLA'S POV
I woke up to see Mr Andrea awake, with his back turned against me. He looked like he had just woken up and was probably having a serious headache.
"Good morning," I greeted, getting a low response from him.
I stood up and went into the restroom to ease myself, and I was a little shocked to see him standing by the door when I came out.
"Uuhmm.. do you know how I got home last night?" He asked, and I stared at him in disbelief.
He didn't remember? How could he forget about how he came home drunk last night and all the.. things he did to me.
"Are you there?" He asked when I delayed in giving him a response.
"Yes, don't you remember?" I asked, refusing to believe he was oblivious of everything.
"By my question, you should know I don't. What's up with the unnecessary questions? Just give me an answer already." He snapped at me, and I felt a little pissed off.
"Well, you drank yourself to stupor and staggered home. Are you satisfied now?" I said bluntly, and he raised his brows.
"Did you have to put it that way?" He said, grunting as he placed a hand on his forehead.
He was obviously having a serious headache.
"Well, there's no other way to put it. Very importantly, don't you ever get drunk again!" I yelled rudely, feeling pissed off that he had forgotten all the events of last night.
"You can't speak to me that way," He said, coming closer and pinning me to the wall.
He placed his hands on my neck, gripping it loosely as he warned in a hoarse tone.
"I don't care how you feel or whatever you are going through at any point in time, don't you f*cking speak to me in that manner, ever!" He stated as he let go of me and dashed into the bathroom.
I gasped for breath, slowly trying to regain my breath.
That was it, Mr Andrea is a f*****g psychopath. In fact, he definitely has multiple personalities, and he needs to get treated as fast as possible.
I gently massaged my neck as I slid down to the floor, raining all kinds of insults on him internally.
I guess he has absolutely no recollection of how he threw himself on me in his drunken state.
He was supposed to render an apology to me. Instead, he was oblivious and aggressive towards me.
I felt greatly pained for letting him touch me last night. I should have hit him hard on the head and left him unconscious.
"Gosh.. I hate you so much." I yelled, hitting my legs on the bed stand, and the pain rippled through my system.
Today was the last day of our honeymoon, and we were supposed to go for a picnic and take some good photos.
But then, with the way the day is going, I have absolutely no interest in preparing for a picnic.
I sighed as I lay down on the bed.
Kira Woods, my best friend and roommate, would have been the best person to call right now, but I couldn't reach her for some days now.
I prayed inwardly that all was well with her as I lay down.
The door to the bathroom burst open, and Mr Andrea walked out, tying a towel below his waist while hanging another over his neck.
He walked towards the wardrobe as a call came into his phone. He picked up his phone from the bedside and answered the call.
"What? How and when did all this happen?" He yelled into the phone as I jerked in alarm.
"It's fine. Arrange for a meeting immediately." He concluded and hung up, tightening his grip on his phone.
He paced to and fro the room for a while before going back to the wardrobe to dress up.
"Get yourself ready, we are going back home right now!" He said as I bit into my lower lip.
I have never seen him this way before. His face was cold, and his expression was dark. He looked scary.
We were supposed to head home tomorrow, and now we are leaving without any prior information!
I felt pissed off as Mr Andrea's phone rang again at that instant.
"What? Again? What the f*ck is going on?" He yelled with an ice-cold face, and I felt the temperature of the room drop.
I quietly stood up, picked a dress, and ran into the bathroom.
I didn't bother arguing or asking questions about why we were leaving.
Whatever the hell that call was about didn't look good at all, and I won't allow myself to become a medium for him to vent his anger!
What was really going on?
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