Chapter 7: Chapter 7

No need of thinking too much because his eyes don't give out anything at all. I just took my gaze away from him and directed it towards Darren.

“Are you new to this city?" Darren asks.

“Yes, I am actually new to this country. Am from the United States," I simply replied.

“Oh! wow! I love the country. I've been there a couple of times. I guess you're here on vacation. Did you come alone?" he asked once again.

I wanted to say that I came to this resort with my husband but I quickly restricted myself. My husband told the manager that I'm his friend and to Annabelle, he said that I'm his maid.... that means he doesn't want anyone to know that I'm his wife.

“Yes," I mumble a reply. I feel bad saying that but that's what my husband wants. He might get angry if he finds out that I told someone that I'm his wife. He's a musician and a lot of people from this city know him, so I am sure he won't introduce a nobody like me as his wife. If I am a model as Annabelle, maybe he would.

With the thought of this, I glance over to where he's seated with Anabelle, surprisingly his eyes are still staring in my direction. I wonder why it is so. I look back at him but he's no longer looking in my direction. Guess I was mistaken.

“You must be lonely. If you need a friend, I am here for you. I'm a Londoner and I know lots of places in this city, I can take you around," Darren cuts in.

I think I actually need a friend here. I will feel so lonely if I have no friends since my husband doesn't even care about me but I am just meeting Darren for the first time. Should I trust him?

“You don't need to feel scared, you can trust me," Darren said, it seems that he noticed that I'm having second thoughts in trusting him. Looking into his bright lime green eyes, I can see how sincere he is with his words. He doesn't look like a bad person but I still need to be careful.

“Are these your bodyguards?" He broke into my thoughts. I glance up at the men in black suits standing behind me with strong and rigid faces. I gently nod to his question but he chuckles slightly.

“I can't believe you go around with some bodyguards. You are not a baby, are you?"

I bite my lips feeling a little bit embarrassed. I actually don't want these bodyguards to follow me around but I'm sure they won't stop even if I ask them to, Mr Williams has already given them the task as a great duty.

“I don't mean to make you feel embarrassed. I'm just a bit surprised because I've hated that stuff since I was a child. I've always wanted to be independent and go my own way without having a bunch of men trailing behind me."

He speaks like someone from a rich family though his appearance spoke it well. He looks decent too, maybe he's from a reputable family.

“I think I have an idea." I quickly glance at him. “Why don't you bring your bodyguards with you tomorrow, I can take you to lots of beautiful places. And it won't be a problem if they come along."

I guess that's a good idea. I've heard how beautiful London is, I really want to explore it. I believe my husband won't have a problem with it, besides he doesn't care about me so he shouldn't care about what I do or don't do.

After having a good time with Darren and agreeing to his request to take me round the city with my bodyguards sticking around, I was returning to my room when I bumped into Annabelle... I looked behind her but didn't see my husband, maybe he had finally wanted to take a break from the clingy Annabelle.

Seeing her standing in front of me right now with a smile I don't know if it is real or fake makes my heart slightly boil in anger. I should hate my husband and not her but I just can't help it. The way she clings around my husband makes me angry.

“You're Jace's maid right?" She asks, still with that smile which I can't pinpoint its real nature, I believe it's faux. Seeing her call me Jace's maid makes my heart rumble in pain but I know it's not her fault, my husband was the one that told her that I am his maid.

Without having any choice, I simply nod to her question in a manner to agree that I'm my husband's maid. If I say otherwise, my husband is definitely going to be angry and I don't want that.

"Great! I just need a little favor from you. Here's some cash, buy me some whiskey, any brand, I would appreciate it and bring it to suite number 102," she said.

What does she mean by that? Isn't that the job of workers around here? She should order some whiskey by herself, why should I do that for her. Even though she tries to appear nice, I can see the tone of mockery in her voice... like she's deliberately doing this but I ask myself, why?

“What are you holding back for? Bring forth your hand, are you not a maid? this is your job."

Hearing those sarky words from her, I clench my fist trying to keep my cool. One of the bodyguards wanted to speak to her but I stopped him. I can't tell her that I am my husband's wife, if he finds out that I did, he will really get angry.

I thought that she would be surprised seeing a bodyguard trying to defend a maid but she didn't or maybe she did but didn't show it

I forced a smile and took the cash from her. I bought some whiskey at the resort bar and took it to her suite but when I arrived there, I realized something... this isn't her suite. Now I understand why the number '102' sounds so familiar to me.

This is my husband's suite, seeing the familiar faces of the bodyguards who are standing tall in front of the suite, made my thoughts true. Realizing that, my heart skipped a bit. I gulped down clutching onto the bottle of whiskey which one of the guards—Jake chose and bought from the bar.

I don't know why I am feeling so bad and my heart is aching, isn't this a true fact and I know it. My husband has always been a fling as Melinda said and marrying me won't stop him, he doesn't even love me.

Annabelle is a very beautiful lady with a slender pale body just like the model she is. She has charming hazel eyes and full red lips. She's really a beauty and I don't see any reason why my husband won't like a rich and gorgeous lady like her.... I don't even stand a chance to her and deep down in my heart, it hurts me.

My husband is inside this suite which stood before me with a woman, where will I get the courage to walk inside there and present this bottle of whiskey to them.

Why do I feel that Annabelle asked me to buy this whiskey and bring it here because she wants me to get jealous. But I don't think so... Annabelle doesn't even know that I'm my husband's wife, she thinks I'm a maid so my assumptions are wrong.

I can't believe I bought a bottle of whiskey that another woman will enjoy with my husband and after that they will.....

I bite my lips trying to hold back the tears. I haven't done that stuff or know how it feels but I know it's appropriate to do it with your partner so my husband is supposed to do it with me and not someone else.

“Ma'am are you okay?" Jake asks. He's the only one that came here with me, I asked the other two to wait behind... I don't like it when so many people follow me around, not because of what Darren said. But actually I don't like it.

I quickly held myself not to break down before replying to Jake, “I'm good," I muffle. I guess he has some pity for me in his heart. Why shouldn't he? I came here with my husband to enjoy our honeymoon but he booked another suite for me and not only that, he brought in another woman inside the suite that is meant for us and he told the woman that is his maid.

This really hurts... it does. I believe I can break the promise I made to Mr Williams but I don't know why my heart is wavering at the thought of leaving this marriage. I don't know much about love but I feel like I've fallen in love with my husband who doesn't even love me, isn't that stupidity.

“If you want ma'am, I can give that to..."

“Don't bother yourself Jake. Just wait for me here while I go in," I gently cut him off, he obeyed me and stayed behind while I took the small hallway and arrived at the fancy silvery gray door.

I took a deep breath before knocking on the door and not too long, the door opened and the slender figure of Annabelle appeared in front of me with a short robe which revealed most of the sensitive part of her body. Seeing her in my husband 's suite and dressed this sexy makes my heart throb more in pain. I bite my inner cheek trying to hold back all my emotions.

“Oh! You are here," she said in those smiles. I know it's faux for sure.

Just then I heard my husband husky voice, “What are you doing here?"

I slightly flinched at his masculine voice. I noticed that his voice is not as hoarse as it used to be but I am breaking in pain to realize more.

I couldn't find my voice but Annabelle was fast to step in, “I asked her to bring us some whiskey."

Right now, I hate the sound of her voice. Seeing my husband shirtless and Annabelle almost naked because of how short her robe is, hurts deep down in my soul.

“You should have ordered it, why ask her to get it?" My husband's voice is a bit husky as if he doesn't like what Annabelle did but why should I care much, isn't that what he wants, besides, he was the one that told Annabelle that I am his maid.

Annabelle smiles nervously, I guess I'm not the only one scared when my husband uses such a tone but I wonder why he used it on Annabelle.

She said, “Isn't she your maid? That's her job."

Gosh! I just hate this woman.

“But I told you she..." My husband couldn't finish his sentence. Why did he hang his words in the air?

He turned to me and said, “You leave."

With that being said he takes the bottle of whiskey from me and shuts the door. I flinched at the sound of it, the pain this door felt when it was shut this way is the pain I am feeling right now.