For how long I slept, I'm not sure. But I do remember I was woken up by a persistent knock on the door. I rolled more in my covers,  hoping the person will just disappear. The person refused. I swear I could kill whoever was knocking. I really struggled to sleep and finally when I found a bed I clicked with... knock knock, knoooocckk knock knock I finally rose mumbling curses on Matthew. I had finally found something that made me glad in this godforsaken marriageand his evil ass will just up deny my sweet sleep every sweet angel like me deserved.

I opened the door Gosh, it was even unlocked ready to glare at him  after all he was the owner of the house and I couldn't tell him off for knocking on his door just to meet the cheerful face of an elderly woman holding a tray.

"Good morning Mrs. Williams" she said waltzing  into the room. "I brought you breakfast." She set the tray on the office table  fascinating, I have an office table in my room "Mr. Williams said I should make sure you're well fed." She moved over to stand in front of me "He was right, you really are skinny" she said with a frown.

"Good morning Mrs......" I smiled at her. But I was frowning in my mind, Matthew was worried about me being skinny?

"No, no Mrs for you, call me Macy." She said wagging her finger in my face.

"Then you'd have to drop my Mrs too. You can call me Stacey." One less reminder that I was in a marriage I didn't want, I thought  "Nice our names rhyme." I said when I realized, chuckling. 

She chuckled in response. "You're different. I thought you were an extremely shy and introverted or mean spoiled girl" She said rather seriously.

I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. My father had never spoiled me rotten, even though he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world.

My stepfather hadn't bothered with me either. My stepbrother gave  me no room to be spoiled. I could be a mean brat at times, but that was because of him from him. Having a stepfather who was a millionaire didn't exactly change my life or complete my fairytale. If anything, it totally destroyed it.

"But you are aware you're in Young Master Williams room" she said carrying herself over to the wardrobes.

"He said something like that," I said giving the room a look over. It certainly was masculine. I might have to change it. I looked at the walk in wardrobe she opened and saw a variety of suits and shoes and shirt and sweaters....omg what didn't this guy have, his wardrobe was like walking into a boutique for men. I scanned the room again. It definitely was his. But my eyes met the bed and they softened considerably.

"So if I want to change my room, can I carry the bed along too."
 Macy was opening the curtains and letting fresh air and sunshine in and muttering about how kids of today didn't understand the importance of early morning air and sunlight.

 "Carry the bed to your room." she said turning to me "What on Earth for." 

 "I love it, and I can't exactly tell Matthew to move out of here"
 She chuckled, "so you'll move the bed out of here" and then went on muttering about how kids of today had so many crazy ideas.

 "But you must eat. I've dressed your room and packed your belongings in your room." She said waltzing to the table to open the foods " You can eat your breakfast here and go off and change in your room. You are aware you're still in your wedding gown, right" 

 I looked down and groaned. True and it was a mess. I had underestimated how much of the wedding gown I had torn on the front door.

 "Your face is an equal mess. But I watched you yesterday evening and you barely ate anything. So I was sure you'd be hungry"
 Her words and the scent of the food wafted over and my stomach had an appropriate response. "So you finish your breakfast and I'll show you to your room. There's a bell on the table, ring when you're done"

 I nodded. Macy felt so much like an overpowering mother. She gave me no room to decide what I wanted to do for myself.

 "Where's Matthew," I asked again as I went to sit in front of my food . There was a bowl of hot porridge, some cake bread and  lot of fruits. My stomach promptly growled again. I wasted no time in filling my mouth.

"He's gone to work" she replied, stripping the mattress of it's sheets

"On our honeymoon" I murmured, my mouth full of cake bread. Gosh, it was so good. I was practically groaning in pleasure. Then I realized Macy was looking at me in surprise.

"You wanted to have sex with him" she said in wonder.

Crumbs of delicious soft cake bread chose that moment to choke me. I grabbed a tissue and coughed everything out. I was still coughing as I felt the crumbs tickling my throat. I barely noticed that Macy had come over and was knocking my back. She handed me a glass of milk and I downed it. Where did she get it from?

"What happened, I've never had anyone choke on my cakes. Do you have any allergies I should be worried about." she said sounding very worried.

I shook my head. My throat still hurts "Don't worry, it wasn't the cake." she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Anyway I was asking if you have sexual attractions to Young Master Williams." She continued changing the sheets. I swallowed to soothe my throat and ignored the cake and went in for the porridge. You can't choke on porridge, right?

"Because that would be heavenly, if you have an attraction to him. You're a sweet girl and I'm sure you can woo him with your charms."

I was feeling very uncomfortable. Macy wanted me to end up with Matthew, how do I tell her it was just for a year and I already had someone I loved. I blocked her words and concentrated on my porridge. I really wanted to eat the cake, but I was afraid she'd spring another surprise on me. I finished the porridge and the fruits barely aware of Macy talking.

"Macy I think I want to take my bath now." I said interrupting her train of words.

"Oh certainly. Give me a second to fold all this." 

I really didn't want to hear her continue to insinuate a relationship between me and Matthew.

" Oh don't bother, you can just show me where it is. I have a good sense of direction"

She said a lot of things that didn't make sense  to me, but I remembered her saying "down the hallway". I'd open every door if I needed to, I just didn't want to stay here in the conspiracy called "Make Matthew Love"

I used my old method and opened every door handle. I found one that was unlocked and opened it to meet every girls dream room. With carpets that will make me love walking barefooted, and mirrors almost everywhere, a bed that threatened to make me sleepy so I'll lie in it. I walked to one of the mirrors and I screamed when I realized my face.

I rushed into the bathroom and stripped. I was looking like a runaway bride who had tripped and tore a good amount of her dress and then run through the rain crying to escape her husband and then had a monkey jump on her hair looking for a banana. I was a mess. However Macy was able to sit there and watch me without gagging remains a wonder. And she let me eat breakfast with this face, I groaned.

I quickly washed my face , scrubbed it clean and then took a moment to admire my bathroom. It was the state of the art, with a spectacular view over the garden and the swimming pool. OMG, that swimming pool is an ocean. I have to try it.

I run into the shower, set the temperature and let the warm water hit me at full blast. If I had a life like this, a bed like heaven, food like gold, and a shower like blessings, it didn't actually hurt to be Matthew's wife.

Leaving the bathroom in a extra double soft towel, I realized my bag was on the bed and the shoes by the side. Remember I left them out, someone had the courtesy to bring them in. My phone, my mind screamed. Sudden warmth filled me when I thought of calling Blake. I smiled and picked the phone till I saw about 40 missed call and about 148 messages. I winced, of course Blake will be worried. I didn't talk to him at the wedding and after too. Just when I was about to call again his call zoomed through. Smiling I picked.

"Babe are you ok."

I grinned at his concern "You have absolutely no faith in me, which creature can cause me not to be ok."

He chuckled softly, breathing a sigh of relief, "I've missed you." he said and I felt my heart melt. I could imagine him there, my hands around his neck and him whispering in my ears how much he had missed me. I almost had a mental breakdown.

"I've missed you so much more Blake" I whispered to him.

"Yesterday all I was thinking about was how this should have been our wedding. It hurt so much."

"You weren't supposed to be there, I purposely didn't give you an invitation"

"Danielle gave me one, she said it was possible I would want to be there."

Danielle was my step brother's girlfriend and one of the reasons I had been able to survive somewhat after my mom's death. I felt I will have to be there for her when they finally married and my step brother starts messing up.

"It made it even more painful seeing you there, I totally tried to forget you were there."

We were both quiet for a while.

"I love you Stacey."A tear spilled from my eyes.

"Oh Blake, you'll make this hard for me."

He was quiet and I could feel him smiling subtly.
"So how was your wedding night. I thought you'd want company and called a gazillion times. But it seems you were occupied."

"Is that jealousy I hear." I replied grinning, I loved it when Blake was jealous.

"You wish, so what were you doing yesterday night."

"Ok let's see," I said lying flat on the bed " I got locked in the car for sometime."

"He imprisoned you?" 

I winced "Not exactly, I overslept."

Blake laughed. It was like sweet music in my ears "I thought you left your sleeping habits in your old life."

"Weddings are tiring, give me break."

He laughed again,"So you've been in the car all night."

"Naa, I woke up around 2. His house is beautiful Blake, like just walking through the garden to the main door gave me so many ideas for my paintings.
"
"Everything gives you ideas for your painting."

"But this is different. You literally see and feel the ideas. But that could also be because I was feeling sleepy."

He chuckled.

"And the door is heavy. Like I pushed with all my strength and this door wouldn't budge."

He laughed again "So you slept outside."

"Not with the thought that there was a soft bed awaiting me. I pushed again, I called the goddess Athena to come help me and even that was in vain."

"Then finally?" He asked.

"Zeus realized it was an insult to his dignity and called all the gods and demigids to open it and after about a minute we managed enough space for me to slip in."

I could practically see the huge smile on Blake's face.

"But, my dress got caught and I left my bag and my shoes out."

"Uh-huh, what happened."

"Are you making coffee."

"Yeah, continue. This sounds interesting."

"Ok so I got into the hall and his house was pitch black. Like if you want the definition of darkness...."

We went on like this for about an hour or two. Once a while, Macy will poke her head in to check on me and I'd tell her I was talking to my girlfriends about the house and her breakfast.
I almost said wedding night, but that would ascertain Macy's belief that I fantasized about sleeping with Matthew.

"Stacey," Blake after long minutes of silence .

"yeah."

"Can I see you today" he asked quietly.

At that I rose from the bed
"I really don't know, I barely talked to him yesterday and when we finally did it was about the bed. I want to tell him about you before he goes telling my Stepfather things he shouldn't be saying. Don't worry, I don't think Matthew is mean enough to deny me my personal life."

"I get that. Hurry and talk to him ok"

" I will Blake." Nodding my head even though he can't see me.

"I've got to go. I have an interview at 11."

"All the best hun."

"I love you so much Stacey."

"Baby I love you even more."

"You can't love me more than I love you."

"Everyone says it, that it's quite obvious I love you more."

"They don't know what's on my heart."

"Go to hell."

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

After about a few seconds of silence, he finally ended the call.
I curled on my waist, craddling a pillow. I had missed him so much.

A knock resounded on the door and I shot a glare at it. Who again? Macy? No, so far she'd waltz in the room when she felt like it. I froze. Matthew. Now that I was fully awake and not drunken with sleep I wondered how I was going to face him.

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