CEO's Marriage: His Chosen Chaotic Wife

Gael disappeared for long hours.

He was amazing at leaving, leaving no footprints or traces, in that huge house while he was walking, the only thing that reached my ears were my own footsteps echoing.

I went down to the kitchen.

I turned on the stove frying some eggs, heated the coffee in the pot and some toast would be the little that would carry my stomach for the rest of the day.

I didn't have a person in charge of the pantry.

In that huge house there were only luxuries, and food, frustrated at the misfortunes that were beginning to surround me. I ended up carrying the food to the dining room.

"The gravy" I mumbled, jumping up from my chair.

However, as I jumped out of my seat I ended up hitting the wood causing the impact to roll the vase of the vase that was almost in the center and it fell to the floor shattering completely.

When I took a step I slipped.

"Fuck" I cried out gasping.

A glass had stuck the sole of my foot.

Clumsily I had fallen forward cushioning the blow against my torso. Water had trickled under the table reaching this side of the dining room, glass had scattered in several directions as the vase shattered. Gasping I waddled a bit, moving away from the mess.

I dropped to the floor, rolling over my own body, I was fighting the pain, barely managing to sit up only to find that everything was getting worse. I had a wound on my lower leg, as I went agates there was another piece of glass that tore my skin, I was bleeding too much.

Without thinking with my bare hands I removed the glass on the sole of my foot, which was the worst stupid thing I did up to that point, there was too much crimson bathing my foot.

I blindly searched through my clothes for my cell phone, wanting to dial Gael's number.

"I have to find..." at that instant like a bolt of lightning went through my head, the truth I didn't have Gael's phone number.

I had never had his number.

I scrolled through my contacts dialing a number, the one that undoubtedly wouldn't ignore me.

"I... you can come over."

"What's wrong?" his voice altered in seconds barely catching mine, it would be so terrible my speaking.

"I need you to come to the address..." I indicated the address almost on the edge, that unbearable pain was taking away the lucidity of my senses, I thought I would bleed to death at that moment the call was hung up.

I don't know how long it took before someone knocked on the door, I walked with my slow gait until I attended to the person behind the door.

"Alisha" her voice came out as a whisper as my eyes momentarily closed. "What happened?"

Louis carried me into the bedroom.

I blinked wanting to end that numbing feeling covering my body, I felt the ceiling was moving slightly.

"Was it him?"

"No" I answered without hesitation.

Louis cleaned my wound, applied his knowledge of medicine to deal with the mess I had ended up accidentally causing.

"You need to get some rest."

"I'm fine" I stood up a little but he stopped me. I had known him for so long. "It's just a small wound"

"I stitched some stitches in the 'small' wound" Louis forced me to lie down on the bed, staying on the edge, he knew I was scared because of the wounds and blood loss. "I also applied antibiotics to stop the infection."

"Overdoing it is..."

"Shut up" he ordered me.

I slept for a few minutes.

"I must go" he informed in his whisper over my ear, causing me to startle and react in alarm. "Remember to take medication to prevent infection."

"I'll take you to the door"

"That's not necessary" she declined.

"It's the least I can do" knowing how stubborn I could be, he simply relented letting me lead him to the door. "Thank you" I mused in farewell as I opened the door to the front entrance.

Louis didn't understand why she was protecting the creepy man she has married, they have a few days together, he understood why she went to him, he knew she didn't think it was wise to go to the hospital having only been married a few days. He has been her psychologist for years. He is very concerned about that young woman who could be suffering from domestic violence.

"You have to say whatever is going on" Louis insisted before walking out the door. "It's normal to be afraid, we can work it out."

Alisha smiled.

"I'm fine" she stated, trying to assuage that concern in her psychologist, Louis is important to her.

"Good" Louis nodded sympathetically before walking completely out the door, no sooner had he walked down the front step than he heard the sound of the door closing.

As he walked through the garden.

Louis noticed a car pull into the driveway of the residence, a young curly haired man got out of the car, Gael was coming home.

Louis pulled into the driveway of the residence observing the young Gael returning after hours of being away from home.

"You and Alisha just got married, you have no right to do that to her" the doctor reminded him in a neutral voice. He was really concerned that both of them are young they should be in a healthy relationship, not going to extremes.

Gael frowned.

"Does that concern you?" his guttural voice rose too high. "Who are you?" Gael faced the doctor.

Alisha who had put on a long dress to cover her wounds, upon hearing that voice belonging to the young householder, withdrew from the wood she was lying on and opened up.

"It's my cousin!" she rushed out and explained to young Williams. "He was just about to leave" as he arrived next to the doctor he gave him a slight push making him leave towards the road, it was true, they have lived for years in his grandparents' house. It's normal for her cousin to worry about her.

After making Louis leave.

Her cousin waved goodbye making his walk towards the station.

When Alisha turned, she noticed Gael's cold face.

"I know I'm not supposed to consider your house my home, you don't have to say it" Alisha hastened to emphasize, glaring at the young Williams.

Gael smiled coldly.

"Why did you have him come?"

Alisha hesitated.

Without waiting for her to answer Gael continued.

"I am the owner of this house, and only I can invite guests to my home," he said impatiently. "You must be a competent temporary guest."

"I know" Alisha admitted. "You have to be a pain in the neck all the damn time."

Sure, she would accept that she is a guest in that beautiful house full of luxuries but she would not allow herself to be implicitly called incompetent. He had to know his place.

Gael downplayed it by pinning his gaze on that attire of his wife's.

"What? That's how you go out to receive your relatives" Gael observed that ugly dress his not so perfect wife was wearing. "You can't do that right, you want to make them see that your 'husband' is mistreating you".

"You're not doing that already" she wouldn't bow to those spite-filled words, standing at a considerable distance it seemed they were locked in a corner with no way out.

Maybe it's that intimidating look that made her feel so small.