The Goddess Sculpture Is Actually My Husband’s Secret Mistress! - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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I guess Marcus has a weird obsession over glass.
It was already late so I got on the bed to sleep. But annoyingly my eye lids refuse to close. Groaning loudly I switched on my phone and watched some funny YouTube videos for a few hours.
I checked the time and realized it was 2 am. I cursed YouTube for keeping me awake and tried leaning down to finally sleep but I still wasn't sleepy. So I took my coat and wrapped it around myself before leaving to the elevator.
I reached the ground floor and walked near the swimming pool. I was planning on sitting down and relaxing but I realized I wasn't the only one.
Marcus was already there , seated on a bench in front of the swimming pool. He was looking down, fidgeting with his fingers.
I was not surprised to see this. Everyday he came at night and sat in front of the water. I guess water calms him down.
I hesitated a bit before going to sit next to him. As I sat he looked up surprised to see me. He was looking so casual wearing a black shirt and white shorts.
He looked so different when he wasn't wearing a suit. Less intimidating.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Can't sleep. You ? " I already knew the answer but it felt better to ask him.
"Same" He turned his head back to the pool.
We sat for a while in silence. He didn't talk so I decided to go since it would make him uncomfortable. He came here to stay alone and relax and yet again i'm invading his personal space.
I stood up to leave but stopped when I heard his voice.
" Don't leave. Stay"
I looked at him surprised and he looked so fragile. I have never seen him like this. He always shuts off his emotion making him look like a piece of wood.
But now he looked like he could break at any moment. I wanted to run to him and bring his head down to my chest, saying everything would be alright.
He looked at my eyes and I felt the world crumble apart.
I went and sat next to him.
He looked at me for a while.
Then, as if he realized what he was doing, he soon stood up and left without glancing back.
Great.
He left me.
We are back to square one.
I woke up the next morning looking grumpy as ever. Probably because that's the every day routine when you get married to a Mr. Rude. After cuddling in my sheets for a few minutes I finally managed to get my sorry ass out of the bed.
I changed into black pants and a strip top before jogging to the elevator with my eyes focused on the phone. I was going through our new designs until I crashed into a someone. Someone with a very good height and a very good body.
I looked up to see and it was none other than Mr. Rude. My face was inches away from his. He was around 6,2 tall and with my heels almost close to flats he towered over my 5,8 height like it was nothing.
His lips were directly infront of my eyes. I slightly tilted my head and he was staring at me with a curious glance. He raised his eyebrows as if gesturing me to move away.
I cleared my throat and quickly moved away noticing how close we were. Even though the elevator was big enough for two I still felt cramped with him. But I refrained from making eye contact all way down.
As we were nearing the ground I heard him speak.
"Are you mad at me?"
What the freaking cheese I ate this morning did he say?
Is he asking me if I'm mad?
Why would I answer him? If he ignores me why should I be the one to warm up to him.
The elevator doors opened and I quickly left without looking at him. I heard him sigh behind my back but I couldn't bother less.
I rushed outside and got into the car. One of my employees drove me to a cafe where I would be meeting Mrs. Wagner.
After reaching the cafe I saw a woman waiting in front of the door. She recognized me immediately and came to shake my hands.
" Hallo Frau Anderson. Ich bin Danya Wagner. Gluckwunch zur Hochzeit. Wie geht es Ihnen?"
" Mir geht's sehr gut. Danke. Ich freue mich sehr , Sie endlich kennenzulernen"
We both went inside after our brief introduction. I was happy that she was willing to work with us. She was very talented and talented people are what I needed. To become successful and to rise against the RJ.
I met a few more designers afterwards and then went into more episodes of grumpiness with all the work.
After hours and hours I came back to the hotel. The entire hotel reminded me of Marcus and I was sure with time I would hallucinate him everywhere.
"I don't want to meet Marcus. Perhaps I should change his name from Mr. Rude or Mr. Jerk face" I mumbled to myself.
But Sarah heard it quiet well.
" Then you would be Mrs. Jerk face "
It was already late so I got on the bed to sleep. But annoyingly my eye lids refuse to close. Groaning loudly I switched on my phone and watched some funny YouTube videos for a few hours.
I checked the time and realized it was 2 am. I cursed YouTube for keeping me awake and tried leaning down to finally sleep but I still wasn't sleepy. So I took my coat and wrapped it around myself before leaving to the elevator.
I reached the ground floor and walked near the swimming pool. I was planning on sitting down and relaxing but I realized I wasn't the only one.
Marcus was already there , seated on a bench in front of the swimming pool. He was looking down, fidgeting with his fingers.
I was not surprised to see this. Everyday he came at night and sat in front of the water. I guess water calms him down.
I hesitated a bit before going to sit next to him. As I sat he looked up surprised to see me. He was looking so casual wearing a black shirt and white shorts.
He looked so different when he wasn't wearing a suit. Less intimidating.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Can't sleep. You ? " I already knew the answer but it felt better to ask him.
"Same" He turned his head back to the pool.
We sat for a while in silence. He didn't talk so I decided to go since it would make him uncomfortable. He came here to stay alone and relax and yet again i'm invading his personal space.
I stood up to leave but stopped when I heard his voice.
" Don't leave. Stay"
I looked at him surprised and he looked so fragile. I have never seen him like this. He always shuts off his emotion making him look like a piece of wood.
But now he looked like he could break at any moment. I wanted to run to him and bring his head down to my chest, saying everything would be alright.
He looked at my eyes and I felt the world crumble apart.
I went and sat next to him.
He looked at me for a while.
Then, as if he realized what he was doing, he soon stood up and left without glancing back.
Great.
He left me.
We are back to square one.
I woke up the next morning looking grumpy as ever. Probably because that's the every day routine when you get married to a Mr. Rude. After cuddling in my sheets for a few minutes I finally managed to get my sorry ass out of the bed.
I changed into black pants and a strip top before jogging to the elevator with my eyes focused on the phone. I was going through our new designs until I crashed into a someone. Someone with a very good height and a very good body.
I looked up to see and it was none other than Mr. Rude. My face was inches away from his. He was around 6,2 tall and with my heels almost close to flats he towered over my 5,8 height like it was nothing.
His lips were directly infront of my eyes. I slightly tilted my head and he was staring at me with a curious glance. He raised his eyebrows as if gesturing me to move away.
I cleared my throat and quickly moved away noticing how close we were. Even though the elevator was big enough for two I still felt cramped with him. But I refrained from making eye contact all way down.
As we were nearing the ground I heard him speak.
"Are you mad at me?"
What the freaking cheese I ate this morning did he say?
Is he asking me if I'm mad?
Why would I answer him? If he ignores me why should I be the one to warm up to him.
The elevator doors opened and I quickly left without looking at him. I heard him sigh behind my back but I couldn't bother less.
I rushed outside and got into the car. One of my employees drove me to a cafe where I would be meeting Mrs. Wagner.
After reaching the cafe I saw a woman waiting in front of the door. She recognized me immediately and came to shake my hands.
" Hallo Frau Anderson. Ich bin Danya Wagner. Gluckwunch zur Hochzeit. Wie geht es Ihnen?"
" Mir geht's sehr gut. Danke. Ich freue mich sehr , Sie endlich kennenzulernen"
We both went inside after our brief introduction. I was happy that she was willing to work with us. She was very talented and talented people are what I needed. To become successful and to rise against the RJ.
I met a few more designers afterwards and then went into more episodes of grumpiness with all the work.
After hours and hours I came back to the hotel. The entire hotel reminded me of Marcus and I was sure with time I would hallucinate him everywhere.
"I don't want to meet Marcus. Perhaps I should change his name from Mr. Rude or Mr. Jerk face" I mumbled to myself.
But Sarah heard it quiet well.
" Then you would be Mrs. Jerk face "
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