C8 Sharing Dalton's lounge

Aria's feelings could not even decipher at the moment on whether she should be elated or not, when she was informed that Dalton had ordered for her to move from her room to another.

She was feeling a bit fuddled and tipsy from the wine she had taken earlier, as she gulped quickly a glass of water and listened to Alex give orders to the maids.

'Why would he decide to switch her room now? Was that another way to punish and frustrate her? Or had they planned to finally throw her out of the house for the fact that she had wrecked problems?'

As her entirety seemed to be wanting to stir trouble and put everyone in the mansion at unrest, she stormed out of her room as the maids walked inside and proceeded towards the stairs. The furry white slippers which were under her feet that were supposed to be noiseless, made a loud sound on the glimmering floor with efforts that indicated much anger in her.

She climbed up the winged-shaped stairs that parted like an intersection at the top end, in which the part to the right side led to Dalton's lounge which was the occupied room there. The stairs had white angel-like statues kneeling at parted ends, to exude the luxurious and opulence the entire mansion was filled with.

Never had she climbed the stairs or been to any room up the building, except for the first day that was a make-believe for his grandfather to acknowledge peace. Ever since that day that she was shown her own room by Alex, she only had access to some parts of the house that was limited to her room and the dinning room.

That was in the past anyways because the now-person was defying rules, and storming straight to the room to meet the devil himself. She would have almost missed the exact location of the room, because it was similar to other doors of the unused rooms that were there too.

Aria was astonished by what she saw when she opened the door to his room, as it was like a huge mansion in an empire. Compared to how plush her room looked despite being outed, his own was beyond few describable words of the entire beauty it radiated.

She could not even afford to be bothered by the great appearance of his room, because glancing through the room in a few seconds wasn't enough to fill her curiosity. Her eyes meandered through the huge room in search of the person whom she had come to find, as her gaze became fixed on his elegant self at where he sat.

He looked like a delicately carved sculpture in the manner and position at which he sat, and immediately she saw him, her gazing demeanor changed to a glare.

Dalton was surprised to hear someone barge into his room from where he sat, without knocking to get a directive or an affirming order from him. It was definitely not Alex, or his mother and not even his sisters, that would storm into his room that way.

He just kept his cool and waited until the person appeared before him, which got him amused to know that the person who would dare, was his supposed timid wife; Aria.

He watched her stand in front of the sofa chair he was sitting on, bent to the right letting her weight rest on the right leg, as her arm folded firmly under her bust as she glared at him. She did not even only speak back to everyone now and challenge their authority now, but was also gutsy enough to enter into his sacred room without any regard.

"What are you playing at, Mr. Miller?" Her calm voice asked, "First you don't want a divorce again after everything you have done, and now you suddenly want to switch my rooms out of the blues? What is going on....."

Aria suddenly paused to think of something that her mind began to insinuate, as her fingers tapped lightly on her left side of the waist nonstop. She let out a snicker at first, which erupted into a disdainful laughter that ended with a question.

"Are you by any chance falling in love with me? Mr. Miller," she sassed, so as to provoke and make him angry.

Dalton, who was sipping gently on the content inside the iced glass cup that was on the table by the chair, watched every of her movement and body gestures as she spoke and rolled her eyes at him.

He had wanted to say something to cut her off, from her endless talk that had started to become noise to him, when he heard the ridiculous question she had asked him from nowhere.

He thought the whiskey he was taking would choke over his throat, in an attempt to let out the stifled laughter that his throat compulsively made. Without any doubt, he was convinced that his wife had gone bonkers, enough to make her spew out trash like a drunk.

His eyes trailed to the Patek Philippe clock that was laid on the right side of the wall in the room, and then checked the black letter watch wrapped around his wrist like he was not sure about something.

He rose gently from his sitting position to the full exposure of his rock hard body, under the white shirt that he was putting on, as he began to move slowly closer to the direction of where she stood.

Aria's arms, which were folded firmly to her body, began to lose free when she realized what was about to happen. Her mind began to wander in thoughts of what he would do next, because the expression he was wearing on his face was totally unreadable.

'He has probably had enough, and was ready to retaliate hard. Was he going to hit her? No, he had never hit her. What if he suddenly decided to start that? Then I would just hit mine back! Oh dear, Aria. You are playing with fire.'

It was when he had come close to where she was standing without flinching, that she noticed clearly in her head that he was wearing a white shirt that had three of the buttons from the top unbuttoned. It showed his bare chest and revealed his muscle toned abs.

'He definitely has a good body. Oh damn, shit it. You should be hitting this man hard across the face, and not noticing his unnecessarily redundant charms.'

He was an ethereal beauty that stood right before her, with mischievous glint dancing through his eyes for what he would do to her. She has never challenged him in that manner before, that it was as though he was clueless of what to do to her. His mind was knocked out. She was testing his patience.

"A-R-I-A!" he called her name in a mellifluous and melodious manner, that would have sounded like music to the ears of anyone who heard.

If anything aside from the coldness and hate he had for her, Dalton had never called her name on a personal note before. Nothing had ever prompted him to call her name in that manner, and even share almost the same breathing space as she did.

They had never had any close contact since their marriage, as even food schedules were a totally different one where they would never have to meet.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and swiftly pushed her close to the wall, as space between their bodies was barely an inch. Aria, who never expected him to do such, could feel the tense atmosphere, that she thought she could hear her slowed heartbeat, even if she was holding in air and not breathing at all.

Another crazy part was that he had never brought his body close to hers before, talk more of grabbing her in a manner that was so surprising.

Aria felt oxygen leave every necessary part of her body, especially at the manner in which he gazed at her lips which was breathtakingly inviting. Her mind kind of blacked out for a short while at the moment, that she drew in air into her lungs and stopped breathing so as not to perceive the deep scent of him.

He lowered his head to her neck as his soft breath softly caressed on her smooth and snowy skin, as his lips torturously teased and trailed down her neck to her collar one. It was so repulsive that her body felt so stiff to his actions, that would have sent so many ladies trembling on their knees and body.

She immediately regained her senses and released her breath, as she jolted free from his tight grip and huffed in disgust at what he was doing.

"What a contemptible asshole you are, Dalton. I wonder how you have not crumpled to a faint, considering the fact that you have just touched someone you loathe very closely and inappropriately too. Or is this your new way of practicing 'Keep your enemy closer'?" Aria yelled irritably at him and turned away instantly with a hiss, "And I also think that your sweetheart would be so sad to see you sway," she added.

"Why would it be inappropriate for a husband to touch his wife?" His deep voice taunted.

"Wife?" She let out a forced chuckle and pretended to want to puke, "I don't think any lady would want to be the demon's bride," she said sternly, her face flashing intently with much contempt.

"Why are you so stiff? Does my touch disgust you that much?" He asked again, still in a mocking tone.

Even at that, he wanted to hear her answer to his question deep down. Even if he had not been a man that was so keen to women and their anatomy, he was certainly confident that he had them wrapped around his fingers. It was an undeniable fact.

"That is because your silly touch, do not move me or my body by the slightest! And you really suck at what you do," she slammed words against his face, followed by a hiccup that escaped her throat as she belched tiredly.

Dalton could not believe his ears to what Aria was saying, that he could now believe that she had gone nuts overnight because. The rude words that she was speaking out to him, was an extreme contrast to her normally submissive self.

'Could tough times make one change that much?'

Aria began to feel more tipsy than she had been feeling, as she tilted her head sideways to get rid of the dizziness that whiffed across her face. She could already see her head and eye spin round the room, as it felt like she was in an inverted position.

'Why was she feeling tired and drowsy now?'

Knowing fully well that she would have not much energy to talk back anymore, she decided to leave the matter for another day rather than when Dalton would see her worse.

"Anyways, I will, probably, see you.....later. In hell," She murmured to nobody in particular, as she tried not to stumble at the manner in which she stood.

Slowly, Aria turned away from Dalton's sight and dragged her feet gently on the marble floor, as she walked out of his room with him still watching. By the time she walked outside of the room, she could definitely tell where her room was as she saw a maid push in her cloth hanger.

Alex, who was standing right by Dalton's door while waiting for her to come out, opened the door to the next room and ushered her in.

He was about to enter after she did, so as to explain everything about the new room and interior settings to her, like he had always done. She just shut the huge glass door tiredly right at his face, which narrowly escaped crooking his nose.

"That was close!" He heaved a sigh of relief, as he turned to change his tracks immediately.

Aria could barely pull off the black gown that she was wearing, as she slouched tiredly on the huge bed she had managed to walk to. Her eyes were too tired and dim to see the magnificence and luxuriousness of her new room, as she just smiled peacefully in her sleep and mumbled some rubbish.

Even the feeling of the new bed was much more comfortable and lovely, than the former one that she was using.

If only they would let her be.