Chapter 4
Imogen’s Pov
“I know you’re in here somewhere. Come out this instant.” The voice came from downstairs.
Picking up my purse, I got out of the bed immediately needing no further push. I walked past Blond towards the door and stopped just before crossing into the corridor.
“I’m sorry. This was all a mistake, it shouldn’t have gotten this far,” I said.
I had to go back to a life of misery. What was I thinking that I could easily breakaway from Perry? He owned me.
“Wait!” Blond stopped me.
I turned around willing the tears to go away. Fun has ended, it was time to go back to my shattered world where I was not cinderella and the man staring at me with deep gray eyes right before me could not be my prince charming.
He pulled me back, his fingers sending sparks through me.
“If you ever change your mind, call me.” His voice was barely a whisper.
I inhaled breaths to steady my lungs as I slipped the card into my purse then strode out without looking back at him because I knew I would break.
Perry stood at the bottom of the stairs with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, breathing raggedly. He looked like a man because he was sweating and his hair stick to his forehead and his eyes bulged out.
“Where’s my wife?” He shouted at the top of his voice.
People had gathered to a side to watch the drama that was about to unfold but I was already used to it. His violence wasn’t new to me.
“Stop it!” I yelled before he could cause any more damage.
“You motherfucking bitch!” He stormed toward me and grabbed my arm, making sure to squeeze it rightly so it hurt. It was his signature move.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” His face was bent with rage.
“No…nothing,” I whimpered from the obvious pain but the monster didn’t care about that.
“Tell me what the fuck you’re doing here!”
“Please, stop shouting. You’re making a scene. Let’s just go home,” I pleaded with him softly.
“Go home?” He pushed me and I braced my ass for impact with the ground when I felt someone grab me by the waist.
I whispered a silent prayer hoping it wasn’t Blond, I had no excuses. I turned to see that it was the barman, not Blond which means he was still upstairs.
“Who the hell is this? Is he the one you’re cheating on me with? The man you’re screwing?”
I stepped away from the barman to lessen the tension.
“He’s nobody. Let’s just go home. You’re embarrassing us.”
“Oh! Trust me I haven’t even started.”
Perry’s anger issues were the reason we had been embarrassed and kicked out of several places in the past. From restaurants to art museums to weddings, he always found a way to drag me into his mess.
This was another reason I hated being around him or going anywhere with him. He always find a way to blow things out of proportion and threw a fuss when others did not see it his way.
He brushed past me and went to the barman and grabbed him by the collar. I suddenly felt bad for him because he was a victim of misdirected anger.
“Stay away from my wife if you want to live.”
Now, Perry was going too far.
“Mr man, you had better leave before you force our hand into treating you bad.” 3 muscular men surrounded us.
“Perry, please, let’s go,” I pleaded as tears rolled down my cheeks.
I couldn’t bear it anymore. Why did my life have to be like this? Why? I dragged Perry away.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” He shrugged me off and breezed past me violently.
“I am so sorry. Please pardon him,” I apologized to the barman who seemed terrified.
As I turned around, my gaze met with Blond’s who was at the top of the stairs, just staring at me. His eyes almost strong enough to pull me back up the stairs as he clenched his fists in anger.
I knew he had sent those men. At least he had saved me from another night where I’d have been Perry’s punching bag.