On Different Pages

Beatrice went to the girly room where she slept the day before and tossed herself on the bed. Although it doesn't suit her taste with the pink walls and everything that looked like it just came out of a Barbie's dollhouse, she was grateful since they have different rooms.

Well even if Lucas's creepiness would come out and order her to sleep in the same bed with him, she would rather jump on a cliff with a smiling face than to sleep in the same room with him.

"This marriage life is making me stupid!" She recalled their conversation a while ago and how Lucas was acting very weird.

He's not normally like this but oh well how could she define what Lucas is normally when they only spent two days together.

And even though yesterday was their first day of marriage, Lucas was busy because of work and they did not spend any time with each other properly.

A sudden rush of disappointment passed through her. And when she realized what she felt, she instantly sat up.

Me? Disappointed?

What a joke! Lucas could spend his entire life in his company and I would not even care. That would even make me happy knowing he's too busy to be a good husband and in the future, he'll break this marriage off.

Yeah, that would be good, he'll break this marriage off because he's too busy caring for his company like all the other men in my life. He's like my father that only has the company in mind.

Her mood suddenly turned sour and she felt down. She hugged a pillow beside her as sadness washed through her. But she didn't know why she's feeling this way. She was used to getting ignored by people around her.

'I might be having mood swings right now'

She glanced up at the ceilings and the memory of what happened earlier invaded her mind.

"You should get used to it, wife"

She felt the heat traveling up to her head and resting on her face. The scene of Lucas only having a towel underneath stayed on her head. She brought her hands up to her face and remembered how she touched his body. Her hands still remembered it's warmth, the lean muscles he had, and how seductive his body was.

She admits that he was drool-worthy and his amazing body was something to look forward to.

….Wait!

Aaah am I fucking crazy! Did I just call his body amazing, drool-worthy, and something to look forward to?! And what the fuck should I look forward to?! Why the heck did I think like that?!

"God!! You're turning crazy Beatrice!"

She remembered how Lucas winked at her and her face couldn't get any redder.

"Ah! Get out my fucking head!" She tried to forget Lucas who was just out of the bath with a towel underneath that displayed his amazing body…

***

Somewhere here on Earth, in a large and girly room, a woman in her early twenties was drowning from embarrassment and acting like someone with mental issues due to her lewd thoughts of her husband.

She was kicking her blankets and punching her pillows around wishing the ground would open up and eat her whole. Maybe that way her memories would be altered about what happened earlier.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Lucas was making breakfast for them to eat but he was so out of it. He was dazed and would sometimes gaze off into the distance.

He felt ashamed, sorry, and guilty for what he did earlier. And those feelings were eating him inside and making a hole in his heart causing it to ache. He wanted to undo his actions, he wanted to set what happened right but it was too late. He wasn't able to control himself and did horrible things to her. He made her scared, he made her furious, he let his pride take over him.

'You're a disappointment, Lucas. You're a scum'

Lucas was undermining and insulting himself since there was no excuse for what he did to Beatrice. He threatened her and it was out of line.

He was spacing out and didn't notice that the sunny side up he was cooking was turning to a burnt color and was overcooked.

"Oh, shit!" He quickly turned the stove off and scooped the burnt egg to a plate. But due to his hurry, he nudged the hot pan and felt a mild pain in his elbow. It was turning to a red color and was stinging.

He just shrugged the pain off and looked at the bunt egg on the plate. He glanced at his stock of eggs and sighed as there was only one egg left in the carton.

'Great! Super great!' He thought sarcastically.

He cooked the other egg perfectly for Beatrice and decided that he would be the one who'll eat the burnt egg since he doesn't have any more ingredients to cook another meal.

Lucas got a bunch of stock for food but it was only for one person and it magically disappeared overnight. He guessed Beatrice ate it all up last night so he only got two eggs for breakfast and burnt the other one.

He intended to eat the burnt one since he couldn't afford to let his wife eat something disgusting.

He went up to invite Beatrice for breakfast but as he climbed up the stairs, he heard some loud thumps and a scream.

The feeling of dread and guilt surrounded him once again, knowing Beatrice was causing a ruckus inside her room because she's mad at him.

He contemplated and it took him some time to knock on her door.

***

Beatrice was panting and puffed out a huge breath until there was a knock on the door.

"Wife, I know you're mad…. but you haven't got any breakfast and I cooked something….So just come down if you feel like eating."

Beatrice was able to calm herself and clear her thoughts but Lucas's voice made her remember things again.

Lucas's naked body occupied her mind and all she wanted was to smash her head on the bed.

"Ugh, leave me alone!" She unintentionally screamed what was in her mind and it was meant for the naked Lucas invading her mind.

But the real Lucas outside her door thought differently.

He stopped for a while and a feeling of dejection and guilt emerged inside him. Every step he took was heavy and he was feeling a lot worse thinking Beatrice was still furious at him

But they were clearly on different pages.