My Husband, Whose Heart Belongs To Another.

20. FAIRYBREADS are definitely not fairies.

“Are you done?” His question threw me back to reality and I blinked, catching my breath as well. My heart begins to beat once more, unusual than normal. Slowly, I raised my head off the bed, looking away from him to get back in control of myself.

“What are you doing in my room?” He questioned in a calm and polite manner that it makes me look back up to him. His face held no expression but something strangely softer drew across it. It confuses me.

“Forget it.” He suddenly counters with a light wave of his hand and I stared at him a little bewildered. I watched as his hand suddenly reaches for me, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. My heart ran a thousand miles and I’m forced to tighten my hands into fists on my laps just to avoid doing something I might regret. I’m pretty sure my eyes widened the farthest it could go.

“Do you like me Harieth?” His question threw me off guard and all I could do was stare at him as my body went through several unusual feelings.

Do I like him? His question rang throughout my mind but my lips felt unable to utter a word. The craziest part was my inability to give the easiest answer to the easiest question.

“Seeing as you seemed comfortable the way you slept in my room and the fact you’re blushing right now, I would say yes. You like me.”

What? I’m blushing!?

Instantly, I place both hands on my cheeks. I could feel the light heat. Why would I blush in front of Christian?

“NO!” I exclaimed louder than normal without meeting his eyes.

“Why would I like a man like you Mr. Christian Hendrix? You’re snobbish, rude, impudent and you treat me like crap. No, I don’t like you!” I exclaimed the last sentence before quickening up on my feet and finding my way out of that room faster than lightening.

I didn’t stop till I was back in my room, my back pressed against the door.
In that moment, I had to catch my breath whilst my hands remained on my cheeks as if doing that would change the fact that my cheeks had heated up at his very touch. It’s official. It’s certain. I’ve lost my mind. I’ve lost my sense of reasoning. I mean... why am I attracted to Christian? He has never done anything nice for me. He’s always in his own world and he doesn’t even realise I exist. How then can I like him?

I shook my head quite violently once more. No, I don’t like him. I don’t even like him as a person so it’s definitely impossible to like him as a man.

“Why did he tuck my hair behind my ear?” I threw the question to the air a bit frustrated at his action and in that moment, I recalled how his hand had slowly approached me and carefully tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ear, lightly making contact with my skin. The scene played over and over again on my head, the emotions swirling within me. In the end, I covered my mouth with both my hands and yelled as loud as I could, frustrated with myself.

Christian

“Why would I like a man like you Mr. Christian Hendrix? You’re snobbish, rude, impudent and you treat me like crap. No, I don’t like you!”

Her words came through my mind once more as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. A sigh eluded my lips as I look down to the sink beneath my fingers. It’s no new news that Harieth Gryffin was a bit unusual. At first, I just believed she was arrogant and self centred but now, I would add abnormal to her description.

“Do you like me Harieth?”

I lightly slap my forehead.

“Why did I even ask that?” I questioned in disapproval before looking away then heading for the shower.