Chapter 2: Her Bad Reaction

She felt insulted, what happened next was out of her control and fuelled by the little wine she drank earlier and the one in her cake. Imagine their expressions when a bitch with a green mask and bunny pajamas charged at them, she'll give you a hint, it was priceless.

She snatched that bimbo away from him so violently that she sent her sprawling back out. The strong scent of whiskey hit her once she got closer to him. The saucer she even forgot she was holding found itself flying towards Maddie's head but he skillfully dodged it.

Blondie had left her purse on the floor, she grabbed it and threw it outside at her scared and confused face and banged the door. Remembering something she quickly opened the door and shouted,

"You better pray I never find you with him again you fake bitch! He's married to me now and I don't share!" She banged the door again and walked to Maddie who was still bewildered. She landed a hot slap on his cheek and watched as his eyes filled with fury becoming so black she felt her bravado slim a bit.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Any other night Maddie! Any other night I'll accept you sleeping with other hoes but not on my wedding night! I don't care what you think or what you're going to say but no bitch is laying afoot in this house to fuck you! Or get fucked by you!" Jiaye shook her head, realizing she had strayed from the point.

The little bone on his jaw ticked and she knew she'd made a horrible mistake. But her body was on auto mode nothing she wanted to do was being obeyed. She watched him storm angrily towards the door but she was one step ahead. She barricaded the way and grabbed onto the door frames. See, he played himself having his architect build it in this design.

"Move, Jaiye." His voice was dangerously low and it sent shivers through her spine. Hearing him call her name though evoked a completely different response for her body and she had to clench her thighs.

"Move or the deal is off." She could see him trying to control his rage.

"I'll simply tell your grandfather." She challenged him silently waiting for him to bow his head tuck in his tail and walk away like the obedient grandson he was. Instead, those eyes that were now so dark and showing no emotion pierced through her very being and she looked down first. She hated giving in, but she had lost this one. Jiaye still wasn't moving from her stand though. "I'm not letting you go with your damsel in distress tonight Maddie," Jaiye said with finality in her voice

As if he'd finally snapped; his hand reached out as if to hit her and her body recoiled out of old habit, he punched the door right above her head and she could feel the reverberations all over. He turned and walked to the stairs taking them two at a time and slammed the door shut. Her legs still shaking, she locked the door, just in case the bimbo decided to break in, and went to the kitchen to get her cake.

As she took it out of the freezer and saw less than half of it left, she decided to take some to her dearly beloved husband. Did he go into his office or his bedroom? Logic says he's a workaholic and should be in his office, but he was drunk so maybe he blacked out on his bed with his tie barely removed and his shoes still on. She chuckled a bit at that thought.

She sliced half of what was left and took it to him hoping he liked the cake and wouldn't throw it away because she'd go batshit on his ass. She took the stairs slowly debating whether it was a good idea. The guy didn't even like her. Should she wash her face first? No, the cake will melt if she takes too long. And she knew for a fact she'd take a lot of time washing this mask off.

She knocked on his bedroom first since it came before his office. There was no response. She knocked again and pushed the door open slowly poking her head inside first. It was empty. Jiaye got her whole body in and went inside, maybe he was in the shower? But the door was open and it was also empty. Logic won.

She went down the hall to the last room and knocked twice before she heard a groggy invite in. She opened the door slightly and stepped in.

"I brought some cake for you," Jaiye said slowly with a smile, not sure if there was anything else she was supposed to add. He looked at her suspiciously as if she'd poisoned the cake or something. She placed it right in front of him.

"Is this your idea of a peace offering?" he poked at the cake suspiciously with the fork she handed him. She didn't know what he wanted to hear, She didn't even have anything to say at all.

He took the plate and put it aside. For a moment her heart skipped thinking he would throw it or something of the sort.

"It will melt if you don't eat it now."

"Just take it back to the freezer then, I'll eat it later."

"I can't promise you'll get it."

He sighed exasperated and put his files aside. He was being weirdly compliant. She'd enjoy this side of him while it lasted.

"Will you just stand there and watch me eat it?"

Uuumm, that was the plan originally but that's not what she said out loud.

"I'll leave you to it then." Jiaye started reaching for the door before he called her back.

"Take a seat. Join me."

Okay, this was getting weird. Did that bimbo drug him maybe? She took a seat on the other side of his desk.

"It's really good. Who made it?" he asked as if trying to make light conversation. She loved this but could tomorrow just reach already. This felt like a dream.

"I got bored when I got to the house and there was nothing to do so I baked the cake." He nodded his head then continued eating. She noticed he was eating around the ice cream and that was downright weird.

"Do you have something against ice cream?" Jiaye asked him going straight for the bull's eye feeling insulted on behalf of the ice cream

"Hmm?" His eyes were getting droopy as he put in another mouthful.

"You don't have to finish it all you can eat the rest later" she took the cake from him and secretly put in a couple of mouthfuls then went back to him struggling to chew and not get a brain freeze. She went over to his desk arranged everything neatly and left them there so he would find them tomorrow when he left for work.

"I'm going to help you to your room now, okay?" She informed him softly as she went round to his desk to help him up. He must have been really tipsy then because he didn't respond.

She went over to his chair pushed it away from his desk then draped his hand over my shoulder. "Okay now, stand," it didn't help that she was also a bit tipsy as she struggled to get him to stand up. "Come on Maddie, help me," she whined as she struggled with no avail to get him to stand. Jiaye decided to shake him a bit if he didn't stand; she'd splash water on his face. He still didn't wake up.

"Maddie, Frank is here!" as if on autopilot he immediately stood and opened his eyes up a bit. She took the chance and immediately moved with him forcing him to walk though she was carrying most of his weight. He was so fucking heavy!

After a lot of struggling and cursing on her part, they finally got to his room and she dumped him unceremoniously on his bed. She let out a relieved sigh as she stretched her arms and back.

"You better remember all this in the morning and treat me better!" She scolded his sleeping form as she struggled to remove his shoes, tie, shirt, and trousers. His body was so defined. She could see the outline of his abs through his vest, she was inwardly drooling as her eyes casually trailed lower to the very very decent bulge he had going on in his boxers. The urge for him to take her was so strong. All she wanted to do was ride him, but she knew she'd be filled by nothing but regret in the morning. Would she really though? She'd be sexually sated and out before he awoke. But she read somewhere that one sobers up faster after sex he'd probably throw her out or never want to see her again.

At this point, she was really just arguing with herself. She closed her eyes swallowed her need, covered him and left. She was too tired to go back to the series. She slowly went down, turned off everything, grabbed her phone and ran all the way back to the room.

Just as she was about to throw herself into her comfy sheets she remembered she hadn't washed her face. She groaned out loud as she dragged herself to the bathroom.