Page 36 of Nobody Wants Me
“Excuse me.”
I don’t know if he detected the croak in my voice, but I don’t linger to speak to him.I just get to my feet and rush like crazy to get the hell out of there.
Taking a deep breath as I get outside.I exhale slowly.Then, I do the same all over again.I’m trying to stop the tears from falling, but today they are giving me some real trouble.All I want to do is sob.Only, I can’t just do it.The outside and the beauty that surrounds me is breathtaking.
I clench my hands into fists.
“Why are you crying?”Victor asked.
I spun around and sure enough, he is standing there.
How can he look so good now?I mean, I know my husband looked good, but back at our house, where he was dressed the role, he didn’t seem quite so handsome.Also, he was showing more concern in the past half hour than he had just the past month and a half of our marriage.
“I’m not important,” I said.“I’m nobody.”
He looked at me and then surprised me and took me into his arms.I had no idea what the hell was happening.Why was Victor hugging me?Why was I in his arms?It made absolutely no sense to me, and I tried not to freak out.
Only, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face against his chest.I held onto him, and I didn’t want to let him go.
Chapter Eight
Victor
Okay, so Freya was getting under my skin.Ivan had given me an order, and I intended to obey, but in my own damn time.My wife was staying as my wife, until we both died.Unless I died before her, and then Ivan would probably find someone else for her to marry.Or vice versa.I didn’t want to marry anyone.
Holding Freya in my arms, I couldn’t deny that it felt right.I also knew her tears were caused by her fucked-up family, and that only served to piss me off even more.They were all going to pay for her tears, every last one of them.Freya should not be crying.
At the sound of her stomach rumbling, I take her chin and tilt her head back just a little.“I think it’s time for us to finish that breakfast.”
I was still starving, but there was no way I was cooking bacon and eggs, when I didn’t even know if Freya liked them.This was my way of being nice.
“Don’t let them win,” I said.
I watched as she took a deep breath and then nodded her head.I wasn’t convinced but I knew for now it would have to do.
Following her into the house, we went back to the table, and I held the chair for her to sit in as I slid it under the table.On instinct, and I don’t know why I did this but it felt natural, I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek.It wasn’t any big deal, just a little kiss.Then, I stepped back and didn’t even look at her as I made my way to my seat.I wanted more food, so I served myself some more.After all, I had cut lots of the damn stuff, waiting for her to appear.
