Ruby
"How long will you keep doing this?" Vexon asked when I was looking in the mirror repeatedly. I glared at him and he chuckled. "Looking in the mirror continuously won't make your hickeys go invisible."
I rolled my eyes at his comment and let out, "Still! How am I going to hide it? I don't wear high neck tops, and it cannot be hidden with my hair. I cannot believe this!" I looked at the mirror once again. Red spots were visible all over my neck. "It is all your fault."
Vexon raised his eyebrows in amusement. "As if you didn't enjoy it. I'm pretty sure those sounds were not from me and��" I cut him off.
"Okay, okay. Stop it." My cheeks reddened as I mumbled to myself, "I have to use a concealer tomorrow."
Then I sat on the bed and Vexon got up, saying, "I just remembered something."
I looked at him in confusion and waited for him to continue.
"Wait." He went to the closet and brought a black file and further said, "Here, take this."
Still confused, I took the file. As soon as I opened the file, a gasp escaped from my lips seeing the first page. It was the routine of my exams. I turned the next page and saw the syllabus for this semester.
I was dumbstruck.
"This is the last semester before you graduate. I don't even want you to miss it," Vexon told me while I looked at him, flabbergasted.
I didn't tell him about this, yet.
"How��" I stuttered while speaking, "How did you know? I��I didn't even tell you..."
"I keep track of everything. Especially when it's about you," he answered.
"I wanted to tell you about this today. I thought you would never agree and��" Vexon cut me off midway.
"I am not like the husband who wants his wife to sit and manage a household. I want you to be independent. No doubt all my money is yours and you can spend it in your own way. But I want you to be yourself and do what you like."
Immediately, I melted at his words.
Why is he always so cute and understanding?
"Well...after giving the exams and attaining the Bachelor's degree, what am I going yo do? Frame it on the wall?" I asked curiously.
He smiled at my response. "No. You are going to look for a job and work. Your mom said that you always wanted to do a job," he told me.
I arched an eyebrow, questioning him, "When did you start talking with my mom?"
He let out a nervous chuckle. "After I regained consciousness from my drugged state?"
I gaped at his response. "You and Mom bonded together after that? It has been a month!"
"Yes," Vexon confessed.
I still couldn't believe that they had a great bonding and I didn't even know anything about it.
"What else did she tell you about me?" I inquired.
"You don't want to know," he spoke and laughed.
I gasped and pulled the blanket over me.
Why do you always do this with me, Mom?
"Let's sleep. It's past 3 AM, and your new trainer will start training you at 10 am," he said, joining me under the blanket.
I asked him, "Are you going to the office tomorrow?"
"Of co��" I interrupted him.
"No. You're hurt. Take a rest for a day," I simply said. He was about to say something, but I said sternly, "That's the final decision."
He sighed, and I knew that he would listen to me. Smiling, I put my head on his chest; it became a habit I could never get rid of.
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"Mom told me that everyone has a post in the company. How about I join the armament company too?" I suggested and Vexon gave me a blank look while I added, "After graduation?"
Vexon shook his head. "No. I want you to do something you love."
"Vexon, what's wrong? Why don't you want me to join the company?" I asked him.
We were sitting on the couch after breakfast. We woke up during and did yoga together. It was peaceful as if everything was going perfectly.
He shrugged. "As I said, I want you to do what you really love. I don't want you to think that I'm not letting you pursue your dream. I don't want you to think that you are handcuffed due to this marriage. I want to support you in every step."
Smiling at his cute words, I rubbed his arm and spoke up, "It's okay. You know, I thought you would never agree on me getting my degree and all that. But you amazed me."
"Really?" Vexon arched an eyebrow.
"Thank you," I mumbled and hugged him.
After the hug, we decided to walk in the garden. We were strolling, hand in hand.
"So, when am I going to Manitoba?" as soon as I asked him, Vexon's head snapped in my direction.
He breathed out, "What do you mean?"
"Don't I have to go there? I have all my books at my mom's and I study at the University of Manitoba," I explained to him.
"I will get all your books tonight and also, let your mom know. And during the exam time, you're taking the jet." My eyes popped out of the socket the moment he said that.
"What? Vexon, that is not possible. I can't travel so much. Besides, what's wrong with me going there for two weeks?"
Vexon tightened his grip on my hand and whispered, "I can't stay away from you."
"Vexon, I have my friends there. I need to spend some time with them too. I have to go," I tried to reason out.
But he didn't seem to even consider that and retorted, "You're staying here."
"Let's cut it. I will study for the exams here. During exam time, I'm going to stay at my mom's. That's final," I said sternly.
"We will see how you do that," he mumbled, earning a glare from me.
We were quiet for a while before Vexon looked at the time on his phone. An evil smirk formed on his lips and he spoke, "Time to meet your new trainer."
"Why did you change Jay Jay?" I asked him curiously.
Vexon answered, "Because he was teaching you very slowly." I rolled my eyes, knowing that was not the only reason. "This trainer is way better than him. And you are going to enjoy it a lot." The evil smirk was still plastered on his lips. He was eager to meet the trainer more than I was.
I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. "Why am I having a bad feeling about this?"
"Because you're crazy," he said feigning an innocent look. "Let's go," with that, he took me to the training room.
"There she is," Vexon let out and my jaw dropped when I saw the familiar blonde, throwing daggers at me.
I looked at Vexon, who tried to control his laugh. When I glanced at the blond once again, I wanted to cry at that moment.
Why are you punishing me so much, God? Just why?
