Chapter-33🌜 Locked in the same room.
William's POV
This was a dumb as fuck idea. I shouldn't have provoked Vance. Knowing that guy, I shouldn't even have been anywhere near him.
Like the brightest star in the sky I am, I did it nonetheless. The sickness in my head is getting worse, because I know I will do it again. I got some kind of sick pleasure seeing that restricted fury on Zane's face.
Something I have never seen on his face before. He was-or at least he pretended to be-the jolliest person ever, acted kind and even tried to initiate conversations. Now this avatar of him is not something I have seen on him before, actually I have.
The time when Malvolio was trying to come way too close, this was the look on his face. But at that time it wasn't this extreme, like something was bulging inside him to come out, only to get pushed back inside because of his self-preservation.
The same self-preservation, that only cracks because of me. Okay, I know I am being delusional, because I don't know this guy at all. Plus, he's literally the ruthless mafioso, being that calm at such a job is like saying a thug is a monk.
So whatever that is, it breaks for me.
And somehow, I am pleased.
Although not so pleased at the moment. Because that prick twirled me so fucking hard that I feel the world revolving and I lost balance-gonna fall on my butt. And like the perfect gentleman he is, he left.
Oh my god! Oh my dear friend embarasment...
Come take me in your arms and kiss me good night. It's time to complete your daily quota right?
On my own fucking reception!
Dad will fucking burn me to death. Wow.
My eyes widen as I try to keep my balance and my vision clear, but as this doesn't work, all of it happens in a snap. My eyes shutting close with a reflex and strong scent of ember on a volcano topped by some gentle vanilla engulfing me.
The similar one. The one he wears almost everyday. The one which covered the gifts that he gave me that night. The same one which leaves me smelling like him every time we meet. Because it's that dominant but somehow... so addictive.
I don't need to open my eyes to know it's him.
It's his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me still and not letting me fall.
The atmosphere is filled with the same music but now it has the heaving of breaths tickling my ears.
I can't stop panting with the aftershock, though he is looking-urm, sounding out of breath too.
Is he out of breath because of that chic Veronica? Were they-
That thought makes my mouth sour.
Fuck off. That is irrelevant. I need to get a life so fucking bad, I am literally focusing on stuff I don't give a shit about.
"Are you okay?" He asks between small grunts. As much as I don't want to open my eyes, to prevent seeing the condescending "told you" look on his face, I know that will not work. I need to be accountable for my actions.
My eyes flutter open as I pull the desperate shield of my hands down.
Adjusting my vision to the lighting around.
All the lights are above his head, covering his face in shadows as he stares at me.
God were these olives always surrounded by such long lashes?
Like even girls don't have such full lashes, which look naturally curled up.
There's a lonely drop of sweat dripping down the slope of his nose like a curve of a snake and it drops right on the dip above my lip. Making me shiver because of the sudden contact with that cold drop on that sensitive area. Disgusting. That's what I should feel, but that would be if I was normal.
All I feel are these minute tingles covering my whole face, as if I am high on some aphrodisiac. He notices all of that as his eyes trail that droplet almost tracing the high of my lip, making him gulp.
There's not even a single spec of aggression on his face that he had earlier, instead now it's filled with a deep expression of concern. Not even the I-knew-it expression that I thought he would have...
But still, it's unsettling me more than that will have. They would have been something that I will at least be able to reason out. Now, this...
This is not something that any cell in my short-circuited brain could have an explanation for.
Why the fuck is he concerned?
I was fucking dancing with his brother that he doesn't seem to like.
He literally killed my Romie.
And he is concerned...
Fucking hell, he's making me feel like I am the wrong one.
But I won't let him.
Because that is exactly what he will want. Me to surrender. Me to fall for his rattrap.
I jerk some sense in me as I stand up on my knees. Which are currently feeling jelly, but I don't look back as I run to bury myself alive.
Immature.
You can call me that, and you will be right. Because I already am. This was so fucking risky. Dancing with another man on my wedding, while I am fucking surrounded by these people who don't even try to hide their homophobia? Dumbest thing I have ever done.
I was just a tiny bit away from getting a bullet in my skull, or giving birth to a scandal-if I haven't already.
Then pulling out a Cindrella at midnight and running away...
Though she ran from her prince, so there's that.
But everything just because of fucking him? What is happening??
I just met this guy eight days ago and have known him since five. And he has already messed me up completely in just a short period of time.
My spontaneous decisions are getting worse. I am thinking more with emotions at the moment, than with my brain. And it will not work. I need to assemble the gears of my mind back, before I am ruined and incurable.
I just run until I reach the room I am staying in. I pull out my keycard to unlock my room. I swipe it, only for the system to buzz and blink a red light. Fuck off! Why the hell is everyone getting on my nerves today?
I swipe it again, while trying to do some anxiety releasing techniques that the guy on reels taught me.
'Four second in', I take deep fucking breath as I swipe the card again.
Just to see the stubborn red light to sizzle back.
But I still try to keep my calm and remind myself I am an adult and not a teen anymore.
'Seven seconds store' I swipe it back.
And this time the damn machine is done with me, because it says in crystal clear robotic letters.
CARD DEACTIVATED.
Deactivated my brown fucking ass?? How the hell? Fuck the 4-7-8 rule, because I have it enough. I am trying to swipe it for the millionth time back, when there's a soft clearing of throat behind me, which makes me go rigid.
Is he following me? My eyes widen.
But I still turn back, and see it's not him. Wait a second, why am I suddenly expecting him hella lot?
Anyway, back to reality. There's a butler standing in front of me with a uniform on and a name tag that I can't read.
"My apologies, Mr. Oberoi-Maxwell. Your key for this room was deactivated at four o'clock," the man says smoothly.
"Your belongings were moved to the Royal Suite immediately following the ceremony, as per the family's itinerary for the wedding night."
I- you know I can't even be this big of a sinner because this is getting worse and worse. My luggage was moved there without my permission.
But let me ask the obvious, "am I sharing this room with Mr. Belladonna?". My voice is actually kinda controlled.
Trust me.
The butler looks at me as if I asked him if two plus two is equal to four, but he still tries to keep his professional face, "yes, sir. Shall I show you to your new quarters?"
Sharing a room with my husband? Groundbreaking.
I have lost every hope in humanity and God, because I didn't even think about sharing a room with him. My bad, I was busy coping the loss of my dead girlfriend, should have been more focused on sharing a room with her killer, right?
Hmm, okay I did.
But I thought they are billionaires, they can at least give us separate rooms. It's not a real wedding, they wanted the deal and they got it. They won't give a fuck about us having the same bed or not. Guess I was so fucking wrong.
Throughout the walk to the room, my kaands of the day come back to haunt my insides. First thought is, "am I actually gonna share a room with a gay man?". Like I am not one of those straight men who think a guy is definitely into them, just because he is gay.
Then again, this guy literally killed my girlfriend and made me marry him, there's definitely something off. Wait, did he even plan this same room thing to force himself on me? Will he take my advantage?
I don't know, somehow that thought is not easy to digest. Usually, I am the first person to point out a Zane fault. You know, #1 Zane Hater.
But this one... this just makes me uneasy, as if I myself can't think of him doing such a thing.
He didn't even kiss me. He could have used the moment, but he didn't.
So, after confirming my izzat will be safe and nodding that guy off, I enter my-and Zane's-room. This room is bigger than the previous one and you can easily tell, more expensive too. In fact, the most expensive and luxurious one in the whole hotel, as the guy has bragged.
I suppress a yawn. Do I care about it though? Nope.
Because my roommate is not that lovely, just saying...
??
I come outside the huge fucking bathroom that could be used as a fucking classroom. But damn the jets it has, ugh I almost relieved all my stress.
Almost.
Because then another thought comes into my mind-is he even gay? Like the way he was doing the lovey-dovey dance with that icky Veronica-ugh she still irks my liver-I don't know.
Plus, men who think more with testosterone than their brains, throw around gay all the time when they are triggered, so it might be a way of Vance denying being the "soft and femme one", aka gay, according to them.
I mean I knew Vance was a nuthead, he literally made my friend's life hell, just because she was a lesbian.
Tried to take her out and when she denied because of obvious reasons, he called her the F-slur and made sure she used her degree like a tissue on her graduation day.
But outing his own brother...
I didn't know he was this disgusting.
Though for that, Zane will have to be actually gay.
Hell, now I wanna know if he is, or if he is not.
I fall on my bed and cover myself like a cocoon in a fetal position. I remove my glasses and put them on the bedside table.
But how?
A/N??
Hb says he ain't gay, but then notices stuff, acts jealous, lowkey likes his sweat...
Like bruh, you ain't fooling no one ??
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