Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) 📕

I eat sumptuously. The food deserves to be eaten. I may be feeling upset, but the food doesn't have to do anything about it, so I will eat.

When I was full, I washed the plates and all the utensils and kitchen tools that I used in cooking. I sit on the sofa and still wait for him. Maybe he needs to finish a lot of work, and he needs to do it overtime. I badly want to text or call him, but because of my pride, I won't.

After three hours, I do not feel upset anymore. I am fuming.

Where is he?

Don't tell me he went clubbing? I had already called his secretary and, according to him, Deus left the office early. I am walking back and forth, thinking of all the possible places he might be in.

I sat on the couch again and just lay there looking at the ceiling. I dialed his number. It is ringing, but he is not answering. I dialed again and again. He is not answering. I kept dialing his number till I finally dozed off thinking of him. I am worried.

I woke up to someone opening the door. I quickly sat up and looked at the door. I fixed my hair and my clothes that were a little crumpled. The door opened, revealing Deus. He is just wearing his dress shirt, and it is folded to his elbows. His necktie is hanging loosely around his neck. He removed his shoes and threw his bag somewhere.

He sat beside me and lean against the sofa. He closed his eyes and ignored me. I am trying to control my anger.

I look at the wall clock and it's freaking three in the morning.

I take a deep breath, but I smell a reek of alcohol. That makes me angry.

"Are you drunk?" I asked and I felt so stupid for asking what was obvious. He didn't say anything.

"Where did you go? I thought you were in the office, but I was wrong, "I said to him and he kept ignoring me.

I stand up and leave him alone since it looks like he doesn't want my presence. I go to our bedroom and tuck myself into bed. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't.

I am so disappointed in him. My chest is so heavy that I want to cry.

I am worried as hell and he is just out there partying.

Is he trying to get back to me about what happened at the restaurant?

TSSS. I heard his footsteps. I didn't move and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. I don't want to deal with him. I just want to sleep and get some rest. He went to the bathroom, and I heard the shower. He is taking a bath.

I tried to put myself to sleep, but I really can't. I get my phone and look at my emails. I am greeted by a lot of emails from work. I get out of bed and get my laptop. I'd better get to work rather than feign sleep.

I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I sit in our breakfast nook and do some work. I am sipping my coffee while reading my emails. I also checked some contracts and billings. Sometimes I wish I had never wished to be an adult. This is stressful.

Working never failed to occupy my thoughts, making me forget things. I continue working and working. I stand up for a while after sitting for too long and stretch my body. I got my cup and was planning to make another coffee when I noticed Deus leaning on the kitchen doorframe.

He is wearing just sweatpants and is topless. He is blankly staring at me. I ignore him and continue doing what I'm supposed to.

So how long has he been standing there?

He wants the silent treatment, right? I will give him what he wants then.

I pour my coffee and sit back in my spot. I ignore him, but I can sense that he is still looking at me.

He is not planning to sleep? What a moron.What is he planning to do?

Stare at me till the sun rises?

No one is talking.

No one is lowering their pride.

I finished answering emails and I got so occupied that when I turned to look at him, he was gone. Maybe he's already asleep. It's past five and I am sleepy.

I want to go to bed, but if I do, I know I will end up in bed for the rest of the day. I will do stretching again and breathing exercises. Hmmm, maybe I can do yoga for a while.

I go to the living room to find my yoga mat. I stopped walking when I saw Deus sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his phone. What is he doing?