I walked into the elevator, with my arms crossed and my nails digging into my flesh. I was both angry and scared.
My body really wanted to punch my reflection in mirrored walls of the elevator but I knew it would do no good, to both my fist and my bank account. Or Rowan's, whatever.
Maybe my reaction at the dinner had been a little rude but screw that! My own special day that I had looked forward to for months had been ruined by some woman who appeared out of nowhere and wrecked my plans.
My feet began to feel sore so I took off my heels just as the elevator door opened.
A young couple passed by me with raised brows and I knew I must look like a crazy woman to them, with my shoes in my hand, disheveled hair and an pissed look on my face.
Fortunately, I didn't care. I swiped the key card over the sensor and the door opened.
I didn't even have the luxury of taking in how beautiful the room was as I just paced from one end to the other, waiting for Rowan to come up while rehearsing how to perfectly phrase my words.
I didn't know how long I had stomped around the large room but my legs began to tire so I sat on the large bed, tapping my thighs incessantly, still waiting.
It had been three whole years. Three years of silently longing for a bit of his attention, three years of swallowing his excuses for skipping important dates, three years of maintaining a good 'perfect couple' facade in public, but now, it dawned on me that I couldn't take it anymore. I still had some dignity left and I had to preserve it.
My father would probably have a mini heart attack if he found out what I was considering but I was tired of living for his benefit.
Hours must have passed and Rowan had still not shown up so I quickly put on a new pair of flats and started towards the door. If he wouldn't come up, I'll have to meet him down.
But as I reached the door, it suddenly flung open and there stood Rowan. His eyes dragged lazily over my body before settling back on my face.
"Where are you going?" He slurred and the smell of alcohol fanned my face.
I regarded him for a while and then shook my head. I can't confront him or be in close proximity with him in this state or things would get worse. "None of your business. Are you and Camille done flirting?" I asked, taking a step back into the room.
"Why are you being so heartless? She was upset throughout the dinner thinking that she had hurt you."
My eyes narrowed at his words. So he was more bothered about Camille being upset than being remorseful for the stunt they pulled.
"Because she did hurt me, Rowan!" I shot back. "And you did too."
"Maya, you're making problems out of nothing. You feel insecure and threatened by her that's why your mind's exaggerating everything she does and making you act this way," he replied with a calm voice.
I let out a short bitter laugh. Insecure, right. Forgive me for wanting my own husband.
"She just lost a loved one so she's still very sensitive and needs to be treated with care."
"It seems to me like you do more than care for her," I muttered and Rowan suddenly closed up the space between us, looking down at me with a dangerous intensity that made me flinch.
"You'd better watch your mouth, little girl," he growled. Everything seemed to happen with lighting speed after that.
The door banged shut one second and the next second I was in Rowan's arms, moving towards the vanity table. My dress was violently pulled up and his fingers began to trail up my thigh.
"Rowan, Rowan, I think it's time we..." The words were immediately swallowed up by a moan when he swiped his middle finger over my thin lace panties.
My body always betrayed me at the worst times. Rowan knew this, and took advantage of it whenever he could. He could be a beast if I resisted and the last thing I wanted at this moment was rough merciless sex.
His finger pressed harder against my core and I gasped, tears picking my eyes.
His free hand shot up to grab my neck and he pulled me down, my mouth crashing to his while he pushed my panties to the side and inserted a finger.
"Rowan…. please!" A tear slowly rolled down as his finger slid in and out of me rapidly.
"You answer only to me," he growled, his mouth just inches away from mine. "You do what I tell you to do and speak when I ask you to speak. Do you understand?"
"Rowan, I can't… I want a…" another finger slid in without warning and the unexpected burst of painful pleasure had me gripping the edge of the desk and his shirt tightly.
"You want what? You jealous little—"
"Rowan!" My senses returned to me as soon as I heard that word and I shoved him off me with all my strength. Images of Camille and him at the dinner just hours ago resurfaced in my mind.
"What the hell, Maya!" He frowned, stumbling backwards.
"I want a divorce!" I finally said, breathlessly, but I said it all the same. My core still pulsed with need and I pressed my thighs together to create some much needed friction. My body always betrayed me, but this time, my mind won the battle.
Rowan's eyes narrowed on me for a few seconds before he let out a low devilish chuckle.
"Don't even think about it," Rowan warned in a gravelly tone.
There was a knock on the door that moment and our eyes both snapped to it. Rowan returned his gaze to me and looked me over with disdain, like he had just touched a piece of trash. He raised his index, pointing towards me with tightly clenched jaw. It was a silent warning.
I refused to avert my gaze from his, feigning defiance even though my heart was pounding hard against my ribcage.
"That must be the bellboy. Make yourself presentable and go see to it," Rowan ordered and stomped into the bathroom.
I adjusted my dress and got down from the table to fix myself up before putting on my heels and moving to the door.
Running a hand over my hair one more time to be sure I did not look like I had just been fucked, I took in a deep breath, plastered a smile on my face and opened the door.
"How may I…" My smile melted immediately at the sight in front of me.
You have got to be kidding me!