Ruby
"I can't believe you made me use those stairs!" I stomped my foot angrily on the elevator.
Yes, elevator.
We had an elevator in this mansion, actually two elevators. Yet, Vexon made me use the stairs pretending there was no elevator.
"You didn't even use those stairs for a long time like me," he retorted.
I put my hand on my hips and stuck out two fingers which looked like a V. "Twice. You made me use those stairs twice!"
The ding of the elevator grabbed our attention. I dashed out leaving him behind.
"That's twice. So don't tell me you got tired because of that," Vexon stated, his voice lingering in disbelief.
I glared at him. Without saying a word, I opened the door of the bedroom.
"I married a slowpoke, didn't I?" he let out.
Avoiding him, I went inside the dressing room and kept my earrings in the accessories section.
"What does he think of himself? I know he did this intentionally, just to piss me off. Don't worry, Ruby. Every dog has its day. Even he will have his day," I mumbled as I pulled out my shorts with a coffee-colored tee.
"I certainly ain't a dog," Vexon's voice echoed in the dressing room.
I shrieked at the sudden voice, and then replied, "Of course, you are."
"Oh really?" he asked.
I turned to find him taking a step towards me. "Can't digest the fact? You know, everyone is afraid to say anything to you. Dogs bite." I smiled.
His face fell for a moment before his smirk was back. What was going in his mind?
"If I'm a dog, you're my woman. So that makes you the female version of a dog. What's it? I forgot." He pretended to forget and my smirk was no longer visible on my face. "It started with b��" I cut him off.
"Alright, alright. You better stop right there."
Vexon chuckled.
Rolling my eyes, I headed to freshen up. Changing into my comfy clothes, I looked at my appearance.
My tan skin was glowing due to the moisturizer. It happened whenever I applied moisturizer on my skin. My wavy black hair reached up to my waist as I let it down.
I took the green towel on my hand, which was already dried now, and got out.
Vexon was standing in front of the mirror, looking at his hair.
I shrugged my shoulders and walked past him. The balcony door was on the left side of the dressing table which I opened excitedly.
I opened the glass door as the curtains were already opened. As soon as I took a step inside, the cold breeze hit my face.
There was a white swing having a capacity of two people in the middle. A small coffee table was placed on its left side.
I mentally planned to explore the mansion tomorrow as I need to make plans to escape.
I gazed at the stars, placing my hands on the railing. This was something I did whenever I had to clear my mind.
How will I escape? That was the only question hovering in my mind repeatedly. Having Pearl here was dangerous because she knew I would try to escape.
But it didn't matter. She challenged me and she knew how serious I was about challenges.
I swear, I am going to escape and I will think of a perfect plan soon. I feel very uncomfortable living here, and I have no interest in spending the rest of my life with Vexon.
All of a sudden, the yellow fairy lights on the swing illuminated. "There's the switch. Don't forget to turn it on the next time," said Vexon and I nodded without looking at him.
Just then, my eyes fell on the right side of the balcony. There were stairs��small stairs leading somewhere.
"Where do these stairs lead you?" I asked him, knowing his presence behind me.
"To a place, you will feel happy when you are sad."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" I inquired him and his chuckle filled the silence.
"All I meant was, don't go there unless you're upset. Trust me, it will be worth it," he explained to me.
That was when his eyes scanned my whole body, seeing my dress up. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I loved wearing shorts while going to sleep. It was comfortable for me.
I looked at his pale skin which was glowing due to the yellow fairy lights. Vexon's sharp jawline made his hairstyle look hotter.
After checking me out, his eyes locked with mine. His eyes held a different kind of emotion. As if I was the dessert.
Shut up, Ruby!
I cleared my throat, snapping him out of the fallacy.
"You're gonna be the death of me, Gem," he mumbled and got out of the balcony.
I stood there like a statue. Why would I kill him? He was in the Mafia, not me.
I followed him inside and glanced at the comfy king-sized bed and then at him.
Do I have to share the bed again? The thought itself gave me goosebumps. I remembered the first time we slept in the same bed in Dubai. I was feeling so uncomfortable.
But then again, if I sleep alone, what if Valak and Bloody Mary pair up to haunt me?
"I am not sleeping anywhere else leaving my comfy and fluffy bed," Vexon informed me and sat on the left side of the bed.
"Hey! I have a habit of sleeping on the left side of the bed," I said.
"No way in hell. That's my side." He laid down on the left side.
I sat on the right side of the bed. "Get up and sleep here. That's my side!" I hollered but he pretended not to hear. Instead, he faced the other side.
"Are you gonna give me that side?" I asked, which was left unanswered. "Vexon!" He moved a little but nonetheless, ignored me.
The nerve of him!
"I am gonna push you from the bed if you don't get up," I warned, and when he didn't even bother to look at me, I placed my both hands a few inches away from his body. "I am doing that," with that, I pushed him.
When I pushed him, I lost my balance too. We both fell on the carpet down, with me on top of him.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
"No cursing," I said, my head lying on his chest. I tried to get up. But couldn't, as something was pulling me towards him.
"Don't you have any intention of getting up? If you love the way we are lying, just tell me. We can recreate the scene on the bed. Not on the carpet."
"Shut up," I spoke in my stern voice while feeling that something was pulling my tee. My head was still on his chest. "Don't move!" I warned and his whole body got stiff.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a caring tone.
"Stop pulling my tee!"
"Are you nuts? Why will I pull your tee?" his voice held disbelief. But I knew something was pulling my tee.
"You are gonna throw the diamond of my ring away!" Vexon yelped.
"What?" This time, I was confused.
"Are you fascinated with my ring? It's our wedding ring. Why are you pulling the stone?" He wasn't making any sense right now. Why would I pull the stone?
That was when my eyes fell on his ring. A string of my tee was entangled with his ring.
"Oh no!"
"What happened? Don't tell me you are hungry," he let out.
I glared at Vexon, but my eyes reached till his neck. I wasn't short, rather he was tall.
"No. A string of my tee is entangled with your ring," I explained, trying to pull it away. But I stopped pulling when I understood what were the odds. But Vexon couldn't understand. Instead, he tried to raise his right hand, where the ring was.
The sound of tearing something was heard, which made both of our eyes widen.
"What was that? Don't tell me your��" I interrupted him.
"Yup."
He groaned.
My tee tore a little, because the more the string would get pulled, the more my tee would tear up.
"God! Couldn't you wear something else?" he complained.
"Hey! Will I wear my wedding attire while sleeping?" I retorted.
"To be honest, I was kinda sleepy. It's all your fault. Just for a left side, you pushed us onto the carpet," he said, moving a little.
"Don't move!" I shrieked.
"Oh, so what should I do? Sleep like this on the carpet?"
"Stop talking. Let me search for a way." I kept thinking of what to do. There was only one way. We had to cut the string.
But the main problem was, how could we get the scissors from the dressing room?
"Are you asleep? Geez, my back," Vexon?s voice snapped me out of trance.
"Why are you whining? Aren't I light as a feather? So stay put," I deadpanned.
"That was just to flirt with you," he groaned.
"One more word Vexon and I'm going to put all my weight over you."
He sensed the warning in my tone. So he shushed his mouth.
I didn't put all my weight on him, knowing he would get squeezed.
"I'm going to take off your ring slowly, okay?" I mumbled.
"No."
"No? Vexon, what do you mean by no?"
"No means no. You put that ring on my hand. If you take it out, that day may never come again."
I rolled my eyes at his words. "So, just because there's no assurance that I will put that ring on you or not, you're willing to see me getting naked slowly as you move every time?" I asked in annoyance. No way in hell I was letting myself to get humiliated!
"No, I didn't mean it like that." He took a deep breath. "Give me assurance that you will put that ring on me and I'll let you remove my ring."
I bit my bottom lip slightly, before answering, "Okay, with one condition."
Vexon sighed and let out before I could even say my condition, "Fine. You can have the left side as well."
I grinned. "I'll put that ring on you. Again," I spoke in a promising tone.
After I took his ring off, I changed my tee. I ended up having the left side and I had to put the ring back on his hand, before drifting into sleep.
