Chapter 9.

POV Tara

Here, I am lost in thought. In my favourite part of the house, the garden.

It's been two weeks since I got intimate with Chad on our wedding anniversary, and I can't seem to get my mind off it.

That night was one to never forget. I'm almost too desperate.

That night was as if I were on cloud nine and had no control over my body.

I can't seem to focus on anything anymore; everything seems to bore me so fast. I think I'm gradually losing my mind because I need to make love with Chad. Even my toys aren't satisfying me at all, and I'm scared of asking Chad for sex.

I still don't understand the reason for his outburst that time, but I decided to push it away since he made no attempt to apologize. Ever since that night, Chad has barely spoken to me; he even ignores me, and when he gets angry at work, he blames it on me.

Nowadays, Chad doesn't even want to talk to me about anything; he doesn't even want me going outside; it's as if he's scared someone will take me away from him.

That night was life-changing and mind-blowing. Something in me wants to be relieved that night again, and something in me has changed ever since that night. I'm not sure exactly, but I feel more energetic, I recognise people by their scents, my hearing is sharper than normal, and I eat way more than normal.

Sometimes I get irritated by things, and I get moody easily, but I guess it's my imagination.

I heard footsteps followed by a knock on my door.

"Good evening, ma'am," Claire said, and I sucked in a deep breath.

"Claire, come in," I said, and she came in and bowed a little. Why is she so formal?

"Sir is back from work," she states.

"Thanks for informing me; I'll be joining him soon," I told her, and she did the bow thing and left.

Gosh, now that this husband of mine is back, I hope and pray he is not in a bad mood. If he is in a good mood, I'll make a move; maybe just maybe he'll spend the night with me.

I went to the room and saw he was struggling to pull his coat, and I went over to help him out.

"Good evening," I greeted him as I slowly pulled off his coat.

"Evening," he retorts, and I swivel his coat aside, and he pulls off his tie.

I should make a move; maybe just maybe he'll give in.

I walked up to him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

"So how was work?" My eyes flickered at him, and he clenched his jaw.

"Fine." I caught him rolling his eyes.

I unbuttoned his clothes, and I made a bold move. I rested my palm on his chest, but I didn't feel the spark I felt the other night.

Why does he feel different? He held my hands roughly to stop me, and my gaze met his.

"What are you doing?" He question me but I got I just stare.

"Maybe," he cut me off.

"Don't touch me," he said, dropping my hands and turning around, pulling off his shirt.

"Can we?" his gaze snapped at me, and my breath hitched.

"What?"

I played with my fingers as I spoke, "I just thought we could make love tonight." I looked at him and saw the cold stare he gave me.

"How can you even ask me such a thing, Tara?" He questions me, and I frown. "You know I've been working; I'm stressed out. Just let me be okay," he said without any emotion.

"Chad?"

"Go sort yourself out; I can't help you." He was about to leave, but I ran up to him and held his arm.

"Chad, please, I'm losing my mind; I need you." I'm so desperate at this point.

He eyed me as if shocked by my new move.

"Tara, I don't have time for this," he struggles, but I hold his arm still. "What's the meaning of this, Tara? You're making me very uncomfortable, and you're not helping with my stress."

"Just one more time is all I ask for; I just can't forget the way you handled me last night," I plead, but he still refuses.

He left me in the room and entered the washroom, my desire to relieve that night unfulfilled.

I sighed, and I was so upset. I felt like breaking things, but I shouldn't. I don't think Chad will quench my desire soon.

Sadly, I went to the dining room and waited for Chad to come join me so we could eat our dinner.

A few minutes later, he came in with fresh clothes and his beautiful, damp blonde hair.

He sat down and didn't even glance at me.

Claire served the food, and when I smelled the food, I felt light-headed and my stomach twisted in knots.

The moment I swallowed one spoon of the food, My stomach reacted, and the food came back to my throat.

I dropped my spoon and quickly rushed to the closest toilet, where I vomited everything I ate throughout the day. I felt someone hold up my hair and lightly pat my back.

I assumed it was Chad, but when I was done, I saw Claire instead. I washed my face, and I felt really weak.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" She asked, and I nodded.

I went back to the dining room, and I saw Chad finishing up his meal.

I don't think I'll be able to eat this food; it's making me nauseous.

Chad finished eating, and he wasn't even concerned about me.

"I think I'm sick, Chad," I said, and he didn't spare me a glance. "I'll be going to the hospital tomorrow for a checkup."

"I'll be busy. Tomorrow, one of our drivers will drop you off," he replied nonchalantly and retired to his room.

He doesn't even care.