Get Me Married

Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Bookshelf

A week later

I groaned and jumped off from the bed annoyed and exhausted. I have been sitting and sleeping for so long and it was beginning to affect my body and bones. I needed to do something. I was too bored to keep still and my body system was reacting terribly to it.

I came down from the bed and walked out of my room through the hallway. I had literally been locking myself inside my room just so I could avoid Jordan, I didn’t want to be in his way and he preferred it that way. On my way downstairs, I saw Samantha and I rolled my eyes at her. I would actually do anything to not see her even for a day. Those days I stayed without seeing her was like being in heaven if only I had more things I could do to keep myself busy. I walked downstairs and walked towards the kitchen. I have never been there and I couldn’t see a single maid, I guessed they were all in there knowing it was almost time for dinner.

My eyes widened when I walked into the kitchen. It was like the kitchen you see in Chef Australia. I stood at the door and watched as everyone did one thing or the other and it felt amazing watching them that way.

“Goodevening ma’am” Anna was the first to take notice of me and every other person turned to my direction.

“Goodevening ma’am” they chorused and I smiled warmly at them before I walked inside.

“This place is huge, why the hell would they need such a big kitchen?” I asked and looked around.

“For parties, Master Jordan do have parties and dinner hosted in his house most of the time. During those time, we actually need a kitchen such as this” Anna replied.

“I didn’t know that” I said.

“There are a lot of things you don’t know” another maid replied and I shrugged.

“Well…why are your down here” Margaret asked and I sighed. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“My bones are killing me from lying down so much” I pouted and everyone giggled.

“You can go out shopping or something. You know, do those things rich people do” another maid said.

“I like being here. Come on, what are we making for dinner” I asked excitedly and walked deeper into the kitchen ready to give a helping hand.

Everyone became quiet and stared at me like I had said something foreign.

“What?” I asked and they looked away.

“Ma’am. You are the lady of this house, you can’t help us” Margaret said and I scoffed.

“Says who?” I asked.

“Ma’am you can’t be here” Margaret added and I rolled my eyes at her

“Come on…what are we having for dinner. I won’t ruin your meal, I promise” I said, waving her off.

She looked at me worriedly and looked away knowing she wouldn’t be able to stop me.

I picked up a knife and started cutting up the vegetables and every their jobs. My time in the kitchen reminded me of my time back at home. Everyone seemed to always be in the kitchen whenever I was making dinner. We would have chit chat and jokes and laughs about almost everything and being in the kitchen again with so many staffs made me feel at home again.. Margaret kept giving me worried glances but I ignored her, I really loved being in the kitchen.

We went on in cooking and I enjoyed every bit of it till everywhere went completely quiet.

“Goodevening sir” they all chorused and my head jerked to the door.

Jordan was standing there with his eyes on me. He still had that look, cold, harsh and aggressive. My heart skipped when I remembered the last time I had seen him and for a second there I panicked.

The kitchen became suddenly quiet, anything could easily echo through out the kitchen. His presence made everyone tensed and his eyes on me made me quiver in fear.

“What is she doing in here?” his voice sounded really angry and I became confused.

“I asked her to leave sir but she insisted on helping us in here. I am really sorry…” Margaret explained and realization suddenly dawned on me. It became clear why she wanted me to stay away from the kitchen but I didn’t understand then.

Jordan’s eyes remained on me and I placed my eyes on the floor.

“Margaret, I gave you a simple order” he growled and I flinched.

“It wasn’t her fault, I was the one who insisted so much on being here” I tried explaining but with the sound of my voice his eyes hardened and he glared at me. He looked around the kitchen and back at me, I could tell he had a lot to say but wouldn’t because there were so many people in there with me.

“You can’t be in here” he said between gritted teeth and my brows knitted at him. I didn’t understand why he suddenly cared about what I did and what I didn’t do.

“It’s just cooking Jordan. This isn’t your master’s bedroom” I blurted out and regretted it the minute I said it.

His eyes hardened and he balled his hands into a fist. I mentally slapped myself for bringing that up and the kitchen suddenly felt too hot for me. His glaring made me uncomfortable and I didn’t want to see him in his worse again. I took off my apron and turned to the door without looking up at him. His body was huge enough to actually occupy most part of the door but I was really

little. I took my little self past him nervously and immediately walked upstairs.

My legs hastened it’s footstep and mom Leona’s warnings remained in my head.

She had asked me to stay away from Jordan and I planned on doing that with everything in me.

I hurried up the steps and turned to the left wings and walked down the hallway with my heart in my chest. When I suddenly felt someone grab my arm and pin me to the wall forcefully. I groaned at the impact of myself to the wall and stared back at Jordan who glared at me.

“What…”

“I was talking to you in there” he said in a low tone. But I could hear the edginess and coldness accompanied with his low tone.

My heart tightened in my chest and his grip on my arms made me whimper.

“Jordan….” I called out his name and placed my hands on his as I tried taking his hands away from mine. His stiffened at the touch of my hand on his and his grip tightened on iny arms, 1 jerked my hands away from his in an attempt to calm him down. Tears clouded my eyes, I tried holding

it but the pain I felt was excruciating.

“You are a Chase now. You can’t go into the kitchen to cook” he growled and I nodded my head vigorously at him.

“I………..just wanted…. to….do something” I stuttered and blinked rapidly to Ward off the tears that threatened to fall.

“Well don’t” he barked and pushed me off.

My other hand held my arm and I glared at him when I saw how red the place he held me had become.

“I don’t see what’s wrong with going into the kitchen” I said inaudibly.

“Don’t ever go into the kitchen again” he said and turned back to walk away.

“I don’t see how that’s your business Jordan. You don’t care about me or the things I do in this house” I said and he paused.

“Well I don’t care if you decide to hang yourself. What I care about is my name and you are a Chase now. Be the trophy wife you always wanted and never allow me get you doing something that doesn’t befit a Chase” he said and continued walking.

I took a deep breath and took another one before I exhaled and walked over to my room. The hand he held felt limp and every other thing felt completely terrible from that point. I laid down on my room and cursed the whole of that day. I didn’t understand how I could avoid him for two weeks and end up meeting him in such a crucial and stupid situation.

I remained in my room and didn’t feel like going down for dinner anymore. There was no way I would face him again after his aggressive behavior towards me.

“Ma’am should your dinner be brought up here?” Margaret asked from the door and I sighed.

“No, I won’t be eating this evening” I said disheartened and she sighed. “Can I come in?” she asked

“No… I want to be alone” I replied

“Ma’am, Please” she insisted and with the way I knew Margaret, I knew she wasn’t going to stop -.. till she had her way

“Come in” I said and the door opened and she stepped in.

I sat up on the bed and she looked at me sadly.

“I am truly sorry” she apologized and I shook my head at her.

“No, I am sorry. It was my fault you were scolded” I apologised for my stubbornness.

She sighed and walked closer to me, she looked at me with sad and sympathetic eyes, I didn’t like the way she looked at me.

“You need to eat something ma’am” she stated and I sighed again.

“No Margaret. I don’t feel like eating anymore” I said and she stared back at me.

Her eyes roamed my body and she opened her mouth in awe.

“Oh my…..he was never this way” she said looking at my arms, where Jordan had held me and sat close to me. Her hands gently touch the red mark on my arms and I flinched.

She stared at me with sorry eyes and walked over to my bathroom. When she came out, she held a towel that was damp. She sat close to me and gently dabbed the towel on the red mark on my arm. I hissed at the pain but it subsided as she continued with it.

“I’m sorry Jordan did this to you” she said and I scoffed.

“He might actually beat me up some day” I said and she paused.

“He wouldn’t do that. He is just upset” she said and stood up. She searched my dress table and came back with a balm. She applied it on my arm and I hissed at the hot feeling but it subsided few minutes later.

“What is he so upset about?” I asked and she looked at me and sat back down.

“He feels like you decieved him” she explained and I gaped at her.

“How do you know that?” I asked and she gave me a faint smile.

“Nothing goes on in this house without my knowledge. Give him time and stay away from him” she warned me again.

“Are you kidding…that’s exactly what I have been doing” I raised my voice at her.

“I know dear..I know” she said inaudibly and I just didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

I remained quiet and so did she for a while,

“I am back to being locked up in here. I wish I could get a book or something” I suddenly said.

“Ohhh, we have a huge library” Margaret said excited.

“Really… I didn’t know that, where is it?” I asked and the excitement on her face disappeared.

“It’s on the right wing” she said and an ‘ohhh!’ escaped my mouth. I didn’t know how I could get there without meeting Jordan and meeting Jordan twice for one night was the last thing I wanted.

I kept quiet and thought for a while before I came up with an idea.

“I can go there when it’s really late at night, I will be sure to get enough book that can serve me for the whole week if it’s as huge as you claim” I said to her and she smiled at me.

“It’s huge alright and you would be more than impressed” she added and smiled widely at me.

And with that we made a plan. I took a shower and wore a lingerie while I waited anxiously for the time to clock 12am so we could go for book hunting.

The wait was unbearable, apart from painting, reading was my next favorite thing and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on some books. Back in college, I had no time to read or paint, because I was between jobs and actually passing my courses but as a trophy wife. I had more time in my hands and Margaret spoke highly of the Chase library and I was really excited to see it.

When it clocked 12am, Margaret knocked on my door. She was a really punctual person and I

took note of that. I got up quickly and came out of the room.

“Oh, you look sexy” Margaret grinned at me and I scoffed.

“Yeah right. Come on, you still need to go to bed early” I said and started walking to the right wing

We walked slowly and quietly, the house was completely quiet and any sound could be heard all through the house. The library was before the studies and we opened the door slowly and I walked in like a thief.

“In your husband’s house” my thoughts whispered and I groaned inwardly at the way my life has turned.

“Come on, if I see the master I would tap on the door twice” she whispered and I gave her a nod and closed the door behind me. My mouth opened in awe as I stared at the large room. There were so

many bookshelf and each and everyone of them was packed with book. The bookshelf were as tall as I could imagine and I could see ladders placed on most part of each rack of the bookshelf.

I smiled at myself and my heart leaped in Joy at the sight of it. It was more than I expected it to

be. I walked through each and every bookshelf, each shelf was tittled. Science fiction, Business, Art, Science, Supernatural, Romance, fantasy and so much more. I was so overwhelmed, I walked past each and everyone of the bookshelf completely mesmerized by what I saw. I stopped at the last end of the bookshelf, there was a desk and a chair seated with it. Books were scattered on the desk and I decided to take a look.

When I got closer, I flipped through the book and realized that most part of it were torn. I stared closely at it and took note, it was a book of the old, the letters and writing, the colours and texture all proved that it was a book of the 70s or 80s.

I didn’t know why, but it picked my interest and I picked it up and went through it. I tried reading through it but I suddenly perceived a familiar cologne. I have been close to the person with the cologne four times to know it was him. It filled my senses and I my heart skipped.

“No no.no….” my heart cried

I slowly turned around and my eyes met the dark brown eyes of Jordan. A scream escaped my mouth, the book I held fell and Jordan grabbed my arms and drew me forcefully to himself.

“Jordan….” I called out painfully while he glared at me.

“What are you doing here?” he asked coldly.

“I came for a book…I didn’t know…I…” I stuttered.

I didn’t understand why I was so frightened of him but I just wanted to run away from there. He looked over to where I had thrown the book I held and his grip on my arms tightened.

“Jordan please…” I whimpered. Tears burned the back of my eyes.

“I told you to stay away. Keep away from everything that has to do with me and especially that book” he growled and I nodded my head vigorously.

“Okay…okay” I said rapidly.

His eyes hardened, gosh, he was so angry at me, he didn’t let go. I felt my bones would break at the way he held arms. The pain was unbearable.

“Please, please…” I pleaded and sniffed.

His eyes suddenly softened and his grip on my arm reduced. For the first time, he stared at me with less hatred and my beating heart slowed down a little.

Then his eyes roamed my body and I became conscious of what I was wearing.