Bossing around

"I didn't say anything like that ma'am." Wow, she's quite brave to lie at my face.

"Why would you that, Alyssa." And I think my husband wishes to die, cause I wanna kill him. How he can't believe me but take Catherine's side too.

"Y'know what I was a fool caring about your health. You can are fine, live with your nanny forever. I will just go." Anger took over me as I slammed the door shut behind me.

It was getting out of control, can't hold my anger anymore.

Plopping on the bed a sigh escaped my mouth, so much have changed. I have changed but one thing that remained the same was the wish of having my father beside me. He was the only one who understood me well, from childhood I have shared everything with him but now.....

A tear escaped and then one after another tear fall. Why does reality hurt so much?

A knock on my door made me dry my wet fave and cough a little so my voice won't quiver.

"Who is it?"

"Open the door.....please." It was Andrew but why was he here? Wasn't he sick and was feeling dizzy too?

"Go to your room and rest, I'm sleeping too." I tried to sound normal.

"Come on your sick hubby is here to talk to you, can't send him like this. It ain't good." Is he having a mental problem too? or mood swings? Because just ten minutes ago he was serious and was taking Catherine's side too.

"Just go already, I'm not opening the door." Because I don't want anyone to see my eyes which were puffy already.

"Okay then, I'm standing here until you open it." He's so annoying. Trying my best to look normal, after cleaning my face I went to speak with the annoying man.

"What-" He came inside and closed the door leaving the old lady out. After locking it he went to bed and laid there as he owns it.

'That's because he does own it.' Rolling my eyes at my thoughts I sat on the sofa that was on the right side.

"I don't know what's going on or who's right but don't be so angry." He said in low voice still looking at the ceiling.

"You should go back and sleep," I told him. He propped himself up on his elbow and then asked me to come there.

Rolling my eyes because he was still bossy I shuffled my way towards him.

"I'm gonna sleep here with you beside me." With that, he pulled me into the comforter. Like what? not even asking me simply doing it by himself. I let him do it only today because he wasn't feeling good.

He was burning hot, and there are chances that I can get sick too but oddly I didn't care.

He was shaking badly while sweating even when AC was on. Trying to move away from him, I finally got myself freed from his hold but was again dragged back when he pulled me to him.

That powerful, giant man!

After a lot of struggle, I finally reached the kitchen where I saw a figure. A young maid who was drinking water, I asked her about the ice pack.

I looked at the clock it was 6 o'clock. I have never woken up this early except sometimes because of nightmares and today because of the male in front of me.

My back was sore, I messaged it while walking down for the breakfast. Putting some food on a try by myself I took it to my room.

Andrew wasn't there, furrowing my brows I went to his room to see him all ready for going somewhere.

"Where d'you think you're are going, mister."

"Office." He said in a duh tone like it's the most obvious thing.

"Well, your all meetings are canceled and will be rescheduled. I have told Emma that you won't be coming and I will be a little late so you better change into comfy clothes because you ain't going anywhere." Taking a long breath as I said too much without a break.

"What?"

"Remove your coat." He gave me a look but did as I said.

Taking a t-shirt and trousers from his closet I handed them to him.

"Go, change."

Ping.

Ping.

His phone kept lighting up as he keeps getting messages. An irritated expression took over my face as I looked at his phone.

Before I can see who was messaging, a caller name 'the devil' pop up. Who was this person? Why calling Andrew right now, this early?

without thinking I answered it.

"Hello," I said awkwardly.

"Oh, it's you. Where is my son? Why isn't he coming?" It was Michael who saved as the devil.

"Seems like you don't know, he has been sick because he overworked himself and was ready to go office again. I'm but I have stopped him, you said me to take care of him and I'm gonna do it." I replied to him.

"You should take a day off too."

"Why?" I scrunched my face in confusion.

"I wanna talk something important to both of you. Have a good day ahead...my dear daughter." I don't know what to say, it felt odd to be addressed like this.

"What are you doing." I fastly kept the male's phone down and turned toward him.

"Nothing, come have breakfast."

It felt good to boss him around and strange thing was that he was listening to me obediently.

But a question made its place in my mind, what does his father want to discuss?