Chapter 67: 67 ~ Mira
As expected, he did not come home with me and his mother. He left with Tomas to God knows where.
I let myself stay distracted with the few baking orders I had from my customers.
My brother had texted me on my way to the station and I told him I’d be able to have them delivered by evening.
After the last time we met, our conversations had gone cold. I was even surprised when he texted me out of the blue.
I made the batches of cookies and cupcakes, as well as a tray of brownies for the respective customers and I asked him to come around with my branded packaging boxes.
I had to tell the security to let him in.
When I walked out of the kitchen to meet him, we stayed with our eyes locked on each other for several seconds. And then I slowly opened my arms for him to get into. Looking up, I blinked back the tears I wanted to cry. He would always be my baby no matter what.
"Don’t do that again. Okay?" I scolded him in a pouty voice.
He nodded. "Okay. I really missed you."
I sighed. But then the words replayed in my head.
"Wait so those orders are fake?" I questioned him. I swear I was going to kill him if I made me go through all that stress because he wanted to see me.
He shook his head quickly. "No they’re not. I just told them that you have special days for delivery and today was one."
"You’re so silly!" I said, pinching his cheek and he laughed.
"I’m sorry about what happened the last time I was here." He apologized.
"It’s fine. Let’s put that behind us. Just be nice the next time you see my husband." I told him.
"I’ll try. I hate him though."
I was tempted to say ’me too’, especially after the stunt he pulled earlier.
"I know," I said instead with a sigh.
Roberto gave me a onceover. "Why are you wearing a big dress? Are you pregnant?"
I gasped, smacking his arm in the process.
"You should never ask a woman questions like that!"
"Ouch!" He exclaimed rubbing on his arm. "But you’re my sister, I deserve to know."
"First of all, don’t do that with any other woman because they might not take it lightly. Second of all, if I’m pregnant, you’d be one of the first persons I’d tell."
His eyes went as wide as tennis balls. "Wait, you plan on having kids with that heartless man?!"
I quickly covered his mouth, shutting my eyes in frustration. Why was this boy hell bent on getting me in trouble all the time?!!!
"Shh. Don’t yell. These walls have ears!" I shushed him,
"Right, sorry," he whispered.
"Well to answer your question...yes." I said relcutantly. "But it’s for a reason!" I added quickly before he would yell again.
"What the heck is the reason? I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that he even touches you like that."
He looked like it was about to puke and it made me even more amused.
"Well what do you think he married me for?" I asked with an eye roll.
"That bastard." He gritted out.
I looked around and whispered in his ear, "His mother is willing to help me get out of here if only I can give him an heir."
"Are you serious?"
I nodded.
"So how long is that going to take?" He asked again.
I shrugged casually even though the questioned bothered me. "I have to get pregnant first, then I can start calculating."
"Oh."
For some reason I did not want to tell him about the ten million dollar offer. I knew that if I did, anytime I got cold feet, he would remind me of the money so I chose not tell him. At least not yet.
"I’ll go and pack up." I said, getting on my feet and picking up the packaging boxes. I could tell he had more questions and I was trying to avoid them.
I took my time, packing everything and labeling the clients’ orders with their names. Afterwards, we loaded his car with every package while I urged him to drive carefully as he left after giving him a tight hug. I’d be seeing him the same time the next week.
I stood outside long after he left, just letting the fresh air touch my skin. I didn’t even realize when I found myself sitting on the steps leading into the house.
I just sat there with my chin in my hands staring into space. There was no specific direction for my mind as it traveled. I let myself reminisce on my life before now.
It was not perfect but it was peaceful. I never had to watch someone die, except...
I shut my eyes tightly to dispel the thought. Gory memories like that had been buried at the back of my mind for years now. I shut that door and buried the keys and I wanted it to remain so forever...
The gates opened at the moment and a vehicle sped in and stopped in front of me in a matter of seconds.
Jace got out, looking new in a fresh outfit compared to what he had worn when I saw him that morning.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Um, my brother just left so..." I trailed off.
"Roberto was here?"
"He had to help me deliver some packages." I explained quickly.
"You’re still taking baking orders?"
So many questions, I thought.
I hesitated. "Well...yes."
I tried to read his expression to know what he was thinking but it was stoic as usual.
"Get in so you don’t catch a cold." He said and walked off.
I didn’t realized how cold it was until he mentioned it. That’s what happens when you’re in your head too much.
I went inside and found him looking for something in a drawer.
"Is there something you need?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I’ll find it soon." He answered me halfheartedly.
"Okay." I said, focusing on my phone.
"Mira,"
I looked up. "Yes?"
"I’ll have your things moved to the room across the hall. You’ll be staying there from now on."
My ears rang an alarm as he said that.
"What? Why?"
"No questions." He immediately said like it was supposed to keep me quiet.
Well, not this time.
"Jace you can’t just move me around like a cargo. Besides when I wanted to move the first time you didn’t let me!" I snapped. I was done acting like a doting, obedient wife at this moment.
"You are my wife and you do what I say. If I say you’re moving to the room opposite the hall, you do that. If I need you, I’ll come to you or make you come to me!" He enunciated every word like he was speaking to a child.
"So that’s all I’ll ever mean to you?" I asked, letting the hurt in my voice show.
"What?"
"I’m not your wife. I’m your whore with a wife title." I stated and walked away, not waiting for his response if he would even have one.