Eve's POV
I was terrified.
That was an understatement. I literally trembled as I walked into the hotel. The receptionist arched a fine brow at me. I didn't wait for her to speak however. I was too deep in trouble to worry about that look on her face. Who I had to worry about was above the stairs, in our hotel room. .
My breathing became quick and harsh as I climbed up the flight of stairs. Wringing my hands together, I tried to rack my head for excuses.
For things to say. Anything to calm Tom down. If he tried to beat me up in front of everyone in the hotel, everything we had both worked for over the years would be dashed to pieces.
I recognized that.
But Tom? When Tom got into his fit of rage, he was impossible to reason with.
"Stupid, stupid," I whispered to myself, shakily reaching for the door.
My hands had barely settled on the handle when it twisted and the door opened.
My husband's livid face came into view. His eyes flashed as he took me in and a grin split his lips.
"Well if it isn't my lost wife,"
"T-Tom," I stuttered, every part of me shaking in fear. The look on his face sent chills down my spine.
He stepped aside and gestured with his head. "Get in, Eve,"
I glanced at the room behind him then back at him, shaking my head. I knew I had come all the way there to appease him. But now that I was here, looking into that menacing look on his face, I didn't want to get in. I didn't want to lay a foot inside that room.
"Get the hell inside, right fucking now!" He bellowed.
"Tom, please.. listen-"
A loud thwack landed against my face and pain shot up into my head, radiating to all sides of my face. A loud ringing sound filled my ears and for a long minute I couldn't feel shit. When I eventually opened my eyes, I was being dragged into the hotel room.
"Tom!" I cried, wincing , when a sudden pain struck the corner of my mouth. He must have cut my lips when he slapped me.
"Where were you, you bitch!" He roared, throwing me against the wall.
I groaned in pain and tried to stand on my feet. I watched in fear as he bolted the door shut and turned to me, the maniacal grin on his face. His hands moved the sleeves of his shirt up as he glared at me.
"I am going to ask again, Eve," He said with a fake chuckle. "Where the fuck were you?"
"I was out," I hiccuped, terrified at the way he loomed closer. "I-I went out Tom,"
"Out where? You lying whore!" He hissed, grabbing my hair forcefully and pulled it back. My temples felt like they would explode from the pull. If I didn't stop Tom soon, he really would beat the shit out of me.
"I just wanted some air."
"Liar!" He spat, throwing a hand against my cheek again. I cried at the hit and slid to the ground. "Get the fuck up!"
Tom grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, forcing me to look at him. "You're all dressed like a damned slut and you fucking expect me to think you went out for air?! What the fuck Eve?!"
"I swear that's all," I cried, trying to break away from his hold. "Please Tom, Please!"
"Shut the hell up!" He hissed, tossing another slap on the side of my face. "Air my fucking foot! You were out cheating on me, you whore!"
"I wasn't!" I screamed, tears sliding down the corner of my eyes. The pain was too damned intense. I knew I was lying. I prided myself in being a woman of character. But not now. Not when Tom was sure to kill me if I so much as confirmed what he said. "I didn't cheat on you!"
He growled and threw me against the wall once more. A loud yell slipped from my lips as I struggled to breathe. Blindly,I scrambled around the floor, trying to get up on my feet. Tom's hands found me before I could do that however.
"You bitch! I give you every fucking thing! And yet you go on ahead to cheat on me!"
"No!" I cried. "I didn't! Tom! Please!"
"Don't give me that bull shit!" He yelled, grabbing me by the neck.
A vein popped in his neck and forehead as he hissed through his teeth at me. "Don't fucking give me that bull shit! I called you a thousand fucking times! You were with another man, Eve! Who is he?! When have you been going out with him?!"
"I didn't .... I wasn't... I just... I felt lonely and wanted to go for a walk-"
"And you're back at ten in the fucking morning? Where the hell did you walk to while dressed like that? Spain?!"
I winced at his loudness. I had to get the hell out of here or he would kill me. My hands fought to pry his grip on my neck off but they only tightened, choking me.
"Tom," I squeaked, begging him with my eyes. "Please.... Let... Go. Can't breathe. Please."
His eyes flickered momentarily in fear and with a hiss he shoved me against the wall, stepped away, running his hands through his hair.
"How could you fucking cheat on me?!" He hissed. "You are mine! Mine to hold! Mine to fucking use! How could you give yourself to another man?! You sicken me!"
I whimpered against the wall, my head bowed in shame. Every inch of my body ached. My neck felt sore from the chokehold he had me in earlier and a side of my face throbbed with immense pain. I felt weak, tired and terrible.
Perhaps I shouldn't have gone out last night. I should have just stayed put like he wanted and none of this would happen. My eyes felt rather swollen. They hurt as I tried to open them to look at him.
"Tom," I called weakly. "I didn't. I'm sorry."
"You should be, you nasty bitch. You didn't cheat on me? You sure have guts saying that when you're dressed like a sleazy tramp!"
I wanted to yell at him in return. I wanted to tell him if I was a sleazy tramp then he was a bag full of scum and shit. How could he stand there, judging me when all my life, all he had done was cheat on me! How could he?!
But I couldn't. I dared not say a word. Yelling at him wouldn't do any good. He would hurt me more and I didn't want that to happen. I didn't want to get hurt anymore. I slid down the wall, tired and hurting all over. He could do his worst.
He must have seen me slump against the wall. Tom moved closer, lowering himself to a stoop. I stared at him tiredly. His brows were raised as he stared down at me.
"You really didn't cheat on me?" He asked and I nodded weakly. I would damn myself for that later. But not now. I didn't care what I did now as long as it would keep Tom from laying those hands on me again.
"Then Eve, " He whispered, whipping out a rather familiar looking card from his pocket. "Whose card is this?"
I was fucked.
Tom waved Adam's card in my face, smiling smugly as if he had caught me red-handed. And he really had. What had I been thinking?! How could I make the foolish mistake of leaving that card behind.
Oh hell, I was doomed. I was fucking doomed.
"Tell me!" He bellowed and I jumped in fright.
"He's... He's nobody!"
"Is it the bastard at the club?" He demanded, grabbing my face roughly. .
"He's not. He's nobody! It was just some random person at the club who gave that to me and I must have forgotten to throw it away!"
Tom laughed, taking as he glared down at me. "You forgot to throw it away? What do you think I am? A fool?"
"I swear that's it, Tom. You're overthinking this."
He looked from me to the card in his hands as if contemplating. Fuck I had made the dumbest mistake ever. I had put Golden in danger. Like the dumbass I was.
"How about I confirm that eh?" He said, rising up until he stood tall and loomed above me. I watched in horror as he picked his phone off the bed and dialed the number.
"No!" I yelled. The worst thing that could happen right now was him calling Golden.
Everything was over. Everything would end. Golden would know I was married and had used him to get the edge off. He would hate me.
Tom fixed me a glare and I clamped my hand over my mouth.
"You had better shut your damn mouth!" He hissed and placed the phone on the loudspeaker.
My heart beat thudded with each ring.
I was doomed. Big fucking time.
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