Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 10

I was mad. How dared he put his hands on me? I was so mad I could slap him across the face. I grabbed a hold of his arm that was thrown over my waist then swung it away so hard it actually hit him in the face. It was quite funny, actually.

Once I was free, I got up from the bed and angrily threw the blanket over my husband's head then grabbed my stuff and went to the bathroom. I was wide awake, there was no way I'd fall asleep knowing I could end up hugged by that man again.

I got changed into my usual attire consisting of a loose t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants, then went back to my previous seat. I needed something to do to keep myself busy so I wouldn't punch that man in the face.

Thankfully, I had a lot of things to do. I sat in my seat with my laptop and focused on dealing with things I left unfinished. For example, my father.

I contacted one of the dukes I knew I could send on a secret mission and told him to discreetly to discreetly look into the embezzlement issue my father blackmailed me with. The duke was my old friend, so I knew he could be trusted, and he lived in the same state as my parents. While they were still in Grenada, I wanted the duke to search their house, find the papers my father's lawyer showed me the day of the wedding, and bring them to my office. I wanted to take a closer look at them and find out how exactly my name got involved. I already had my legal team looking into my father's business, but one could never be too careful.

I didn't want him to use that against me again. And I was sure he would. He was just that kind of person.

It seemed that the stewardess had limited working hours, because as I worked on my computer, I didn't see her for hours. That was a good thing, though. I would've definitely slapped her if she got on my nerves again. I was tired, hungry and pissed off - it was a bad idea for anyone to approach me. I needed either sleep or food, but I could get neither, which only worsened my mood.

"What are you doing here?" I heard my husband come up behind me, and I couldn't help but sigh heavily in exasperation.

There went my peace. Of course he couldn't sleep longer. I hoped he would sleep until we had to land, but he clearly had different idea.

"I'm working, if that's not clear," I retorted grumpily, too annoyed to be nice. Because of that guy, I lost my precious sleep and I was petty enough to hold it against him.

My husband only shook his head at me then sat across from me, flaunting his bare chest unashamedly. I had no idea why he took his shirt off, and I didn't care enough to ask.

I continued with my work, or rather tried, since my husband thought it would be a good idea to stare at me. He looked at me with curiosity, almost as if he tried to figure me out. It was both unnerving and irritating. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him.

"What are you working on?"

"Why do you care?" I grumbled, giving him a cold glance over my laptop. "We agreed to stay out of each other's business. That includes work."

"You don't have to be so... hostile towards me, you know," he sighed in resignation, putting his chin on his palm as he leaned against the armrest.

"Yes, I do," I countered coldly. "It's best to treat this thing like it's a business deal and nothing more. And contrary to your belief, I don't mix feelings and work. I will treat you like a business partner, and that's it. Don't expect me to act all sweet and loving. I'll only pretend to do that when we're in public."

"And why does it mean that you need to be so cold? We can still be civil, can't we?"

"Can we, though? I think it's better to stay like this. That way we can avoid many disappointments along the road."