Ruby
"Mrs. Bevine! I brought some breakfast for you!" someone yelled, ruining my beauty sleep. I opened my eyes and rubbed them. "Mrs. Bevine!" the lady, whose voice ruined my sleep, was still yelling from outside of the door.
"Wait a minute!" I replied to her and rolled around on the bed before at last, I decided to get up and answer the door.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bevine!" She smiled at me, looking away from my messy black hair. She pushed the trolley into the room. "Have a good day," she wished me well before walking out the door and closing it behind her.
Seeing the condition of my white top and grey leggings, I knew I needed to take a bath as soon as possible. I took a dark green jumpsuit from the cupboard and was about to go inside the washroom when my eyes fell on the mirror.
I touched my forehead where my wound was and immediately frowned. "Why do I have a bandage on?" I mumbled to myself, running my hand over the white bandage. "Who pu��" I stopped myself asking that question when I realized. "Did that satan do that? He must have come in after I fell asleep."
Why does he care though? He gave me the wound and now, he was trying to act all sweet. I hate him!
I ripped the bandage off my forehead and stormed into the washroom.
After taking a long bath, I got out and started drying my hair, by standing in front of the mirror. I heard the door click but I kept my eyes on the mirror.
Vexon entered, wearing a dark green suit, with a white shirt beneath. He was looking handsome and fresh as usual. He looked at me from head to toe before asking, "Are you going somewhere?"
Instantly I nodded, making him raise an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't want to sulk all day when I'm in my dream country. So, of course, I wanna explore!" I reasoned out.
He chuckled, taking a seat on the couch and started reading a file until his eyes fell on the trolley.
"Why didn't you have your breakfast yet?" he interrogated, making me bite my lip in nervousness.
"Well, because I was waiting for you?" I blurted out, watching as shock colored his face.
"You were waiting for me?" he inquired, placing the file he was reading on the tea table and stood up. He walked towards me.
"Yes?" I gulped down the saliva that formed in my mouth.
"Really?" he asked once again, this time near me. The dryer was on the dressing table way long back, leaving nothing in between us. I took a step back before nodding.
He eyed me suspiciously before he glanced at my forehead. "Why did you remove your bandage?"
"My wish," I retorted, pushing him away. I sat on the couch, pulling the trolley towards me, and took a plate.
"Seriously, Gem? Why are you so careless? You are just hurting yourself. You will gain nothing with this sort of attitude," Vexon said as he sat on the couch beside me and looked at me with an accusing gaze.
"Stop giving me that look. First of all, you gave me this wound and many others, and now you want to patch it up. No, thank you, I don't want that. Second, waiting for you was just a formality and third, if I were careless, then I wouldn't be here today," I said making my point and watching as he ran his hand through his hair with a sigh.
Calm down, Ruby.
"Look, Vexon. I don't want to talk about this anymore. You decided to end this conversation yesterday so let's just forget about it and explore Dubai. I really don't have anything else to say," I stated and he glanced at me, with uncertainty.
I did the right thing, didn't I? I mean, I hated him but he was my husband and I couldn't change that fact. Plus, I had to wait until we got back to Canada.
"Are you sure?" he asked me, to which I nodded in response. "Okay then. We're going out after breakfast," Vexon announced and grabbed a plate.
"How did that lady��"
He interrupted me, "Still couldn't guess who sent that lady and why?"
Understanding that it was him, I suppressed my smile and started to put pancakes on my plate, avoiding his intense gaze.
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Checking my appearance for the last time, I glanced at Vexon. He didn't have to change because he was already wearing a suit and he had some other plans which he canceled.
"Let's go," said Vexon.
After taking my purse, I said, "Okay, but wait."
He stopped before turning to look at me. "What?"
"Where's my phone?" I asked as he looked at me for a second before not even bothering to answer me. Vexon just walked past me, making me frown as I chased after him.
That satan!
We were both in the parking lot now as I followed him like a lost puppy. He stopped in front of a black Maserati Quattroporte and opened the door of the front seat. I glared at him before getting inside.
He closed the door and went to the other side and got in the car. He started driving the car at a slow speed.
Thank God, he drives slow. I have speed phobia��
"Dear Lord!" I shouted and instantly placed a hand over my heart as the speed of the car rose. I looked outside the window and everything was fading away before I could even see what it was. I looked at Vexon, only to find him wearing his RayBan glasses and driving as if this was his casual speed.
"Dear Lord, let me live, let me live," I kept chanting to myself, closing my eyes as I clenched my hands into fists.
"What's happening?" Vexon asked in surprise as he pulled the car to a stop a few seconds later, "Gem?"
I could feel him leaning closer to me. He rested his palms on my cheeks. "Look at me," he instructed and as soon as those words escaped his mouth, my eyes opened, only to find him staring at me with worry.
"What happened?" he rephrased his question, searching for answers in my grey orbs.
"I..." I tried to respond but failed miserably, focusing on our closeness.
"I, What, Gem?" he questioned in a deep husky voice that was really seductive. Every time he questioned me, it sent a weird sensation through my heart, and I loved that tone.
"Ruby!" he growled, getting angry at my lack of response.
I arched an eyebrow, hoping that he would understand the reason and he did somehow as he cleared his throat and sat back in his seat.
"I have a Tachophobia," I whispered but loud enough for him to hear and watched as his eyes widened.
"I'm so sorry, I��" he cut off himself and glared at me. "You should've told me before, Ruby. I'd have been cautious. Damn it!" he scolded, making me roll my eyes.
"Just start the car," I mumbled and he sighed before turning on the engine.
"Seriously, Gem. We need to communicate for this marriage to work."
"Only if it wasn't a Mafia marriage," I retorted. Plus, who said I even wanted our marriage to work? I wanted to say that but decided against saying it.
"Ruby, we talked about this," Vexon groaned.
"No. I didn't. You did," I corrected him.
"Okay. I get it. You need time. Take all the time you need, but please, if there are things like speed phobias and anything else, you need to inform me in advance. I don't want you to get hurt," he said in a pleading tone and I almost melted at his words.
Only if he hadn't married me in the way he had, then maybe I would have liked him.
"I will," I muttered before turning to look out the window.
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It was a long silence in the car, until Vexon announced, "We're here."
"Finally!" As the car came to a halt, I jumped out excitedly.
"Don't do that ever again. You could've gotten hurt," Vexon warned me as he got out, but I was already looking around.
I was awestruck at the beauty of the view in front of me. "This is the Grand Mosque, the most beautiful mosque in Dubai," Vexon explained but my eyes were glued to the mosque. The outer part already looked like heaven and I was left awestruck by its awesome beauty.
"Let's go inside," he said and grabbed my hold of my hand as we both decided to enter into the beautiful mosque.
