HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 127

Chapter one hundred and twenty seven

Bianca

The fact that he even ended the call on me like that, again, made me even more pissed than I already was. I placed my phone inside my bag without another word and turned my face fully to the window, watching the streets blur past as we drove, arms folded tight across my chest.

We finally got to the house and walked straight to the entrance, and pushed it open. The moment I stepped inside, I saw hi resting behind the couch like nothing in the world was wrong, like he hadn’t just spent the whole evening making my hear do things it had no business doing.

“Oh finally,” he said, sitting up a little.

I cared less about whatever he was saying, I was angry and I hoped he could see it written clearly on my face, because I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself twice.

“I…” he started, then paused, watching me the way you watch someone before deciding whether it was safe to speak.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, and that was exactly the opening I needed to let everything out.

“Where do you want to start from,” I said, my voice rising before I could stop it. The part where you didn’t let me talk? The part where I was asking you a question and you didn’t answer? The part where you kept making me scared? Or the part where you just hung up on the phone? Which one?”

He just looked at me without remorse, “I didn’t know you would take that seriously,” he finally said.

I shook my head slowly, almost laughing at how little my reaction meant to him right now. “That’s not an apology, Adrian.”

He didn’t say anything and honestly, neither did I, both of us just standing there in the quiet living room letting the tension move through us.

“We need to go somewhere in a few minutes,” he said eventually, his tone shifting into something more businesslike. “There’s a new dress in my room, and everything else you might need.”

I paused, letting him continue, arms still folded.

“We have about thirty minutes to get there,” he added.

When I was sure he was done talking, I nodded and turned toward the door, already walking.

“And where are you going to?” he asked, standing up properly now.

“To my house.”

“I just said we have to be somewhere,” he said, his tone getting a little harder.

“If that’s the only thing you care about, then you don’t need me,” I said, and turned back toward the door again, my hand already reaching for the handle.

“You know we can talk about whatever you’re feeling later,” he said quickly, “but my father is waiting for us somewhere, and as my wife, you need to go with me.”

I froze.

His father? Oh my God, did I overreact? Was that why he had been rushing me like the building was on fire? I stood there for a second trying to gather my thoughts, my anger had already disappeared but I still wasn’t ready to let it show, I turned away from the door, walked past the couch, and headed straight for the stairs until I was in the room.

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I washed up quickly, moving fast under the water, and in no time I was dressed and coming back down to meet him already waiting by the door, checking his watch like he had been counting the seconds.

He stood up straight when he saw me, I walked past him toward the door and he followed close behind, opening the car door for me before joining me in the back seat, the driver already pulling off the second Adrian’s door clicked shut.

As we drove, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was about to face. Meeting a man’s father? Not just any father, Adrian’s father, I didn’t even know the kind of person he is, aside from the general business oriented idea everyone had of him. Would he like me? Would he see straight through this whole arrangement the second he looked at me? My fingers fidgeted with the hem of the dress Adrian had picked out, smoothing it over and over even though there was nothing wrong with it.

Adrian noticed, of course he did. “You’re fidgeting,” he said quietly, not looking away from the window.

“I’m nervous,” I admitted, because there was no point pretending otherwise. “You didn’t exactly give me time to prepare for meeting your father, Adrian.”

“You’ll be fine,” he said.

I wanted to ask more, wanted to know what kind of man his father was, what he liked, what he didn’t, what topics to avoid. but the car was already slowing down, plus I was still pissed at whatever he had done inside earlier so I just didn’t push further.

After some minutes, we got to the front of a large building, Adrian opened his door and stepped out, and I did the same on my side, smoothing my dress down one more time as my heels touched the ground.

Just as we came down from the car, Adrian stepped closer to me, lowering his voice.

“Remember,” he said, “we love each other, we’re in a serious relationship. Don’t mention that we’re married through a contract, and…”

“Let’s just go in,” I said, cutting him off before he could finish. “I’m not a baby.”

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