Get Me Married

Get Me Married By Tori Chapter 36

Get Me Married By Tori Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Smell of jealousy

I said nothing to her ridiculous demands and walked away, leaving her behind. I had to eat, I had to sleep, I had to return to work, I had to look for the kidnappers and who was the master mind behind every thing. I didn’t have time for her drama.

I went downstairs and sat down at the dinning table. Margaret came out of the kitchen with my breakfast just in time and I dug in immediately. I started eating soon after and looked at the chair that was opposite mine at the edge of the table, the seat Genesis always liked seating on was empty and again I found myself thinking about her. She had a panic attack the previous night, it got me worried.

“Margaret” I called out.

“Yes sir” she replied almost immediately and stood by my side like she never left.

“Genesis had a panic attack last night, when her doctor comes to check on her, inform him about it” I said with out turning to her.

“Sir….”

“I am sure I was pretty clear about what I said ” I turned to her and she looked away.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“She always has a panic attack sir, I don’t think…”

“What do you mean she always has a panic attack?” I found myself getting confused

“She is your wife sir, aren’t you supposed to know that?” Margaret stated bluntly and I glared at her. She was my nanny one time in my life and had been with me all those years. She wasn’t that old and

wouldn’t retire even after my mother had asked her to. She had respect for me but could be a pain when she was set out to.

“Since when has this been going on?” I asked dryly.

“I don’t know, but it started the day you started hurting her like an animal” she stated.

“Margaret..

“Don’t you dare Jordan…I watched you grow up, don’t think because you are cold, scary and grown up, I won’t spit the truth. I expected better” she interrupted and stared hard at me.

I sighed and looked away from her, part of me knew she was right and the other part didn’t like the thought of having to think about her the way I was. I didn’t want to forget that she had lied to me and manipulated me into marrying her. That was the exact reason I always hurt her, my anger just drives me when ever she showed her beautiful face. I sighed again and shook my head like it would ward off the thought of her from my head.

“Just tell the doctor to check on her” I said and suddenly lost my appetite before getting up to

prepare for my day.

I was so close to the stairs when I saw Samantha with her luggage coming down with them.

“What do you think you are doing?” I asked her calmly but she ignored me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“What are you doing?” I asked her again trying hard to control my anger. She looked away from me and turned to the door.

“Let me leave Jordan” she said calmly.

“Go back upstairs with your luggage” I ordered and let go of her arm.

“So you would run back to your wife at night? No, I wouldn’t do that” she snapped.

“I am only trying to help her” I said between gritted teeth.

“Help, helping her at night. Is she so good in bed?”

“Samantha” I yelled.

“Don’t yell at me. I went to prison for the first time in my life because of her and you did nothing. You didn’t even comfort me, don’t I need you also?” She cried. I felt a little guilty at that point.

“Just go drop your bags” I said but Sam only glared at me.

“She was kidnapped Sam, she needs help” I stated the obvious. I knew she ruined the both of our lives by lying and thinking about it each time made me angry. But she was going through a lot more and I needed Sam to understand.

“To hell if she was kidnapped. I don’t care, I don’t care if she dies or if she doesn’t. I just want you” she growled and I was taken aback. Sam was never so vague, she was always calm and not so heartless. Hearing her sound that way was increasing the doubt I had even more. But the tears in her eyes and the emotions in her voice also nagged at my heart.

I stared at her and just didn’t understand why I was seeing a different person in front of me.

“All I care about is you Jordan. And when you are not there…..” She paused.

“You don’t know how much it hurts to see you with her and have you throw it at my face every fucking time that she is your wife” her tears were hurting me even more and I sighed and pulled her closer while wrapping my hands around her body.

“Sam, I am sorry for all this” I simply said.

She cried harder in my arms for a long time. She pulled away when she was done and I turned to the stairs, Genesis was coming down the stairs all dressed up with in a white rugged jean, hoodies and sneakers. Her blue eyes met mine and I quickly looked away.

She walked past us without breaking and turned to the entrance of the house.

“Good morning ma, you look….” Margaret came forward.

“Different” she added.

“Your breakfast is ready” she said to her.

“Oh! I would just have that when I return. I have an appointment” she said and walked past Margaret.

I wanted to leave as quickly as possible because I didn’t want Samantha saying something that would upset me more than I was already.

Coming down to see the both of them in that position completely got me in a sour mood. I didn’t understand why I was so disappointed. It was something I had been used to from the first day of entering the house, I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was with his mistress who I still had to send to jail.

“And where are you going to?” Jordan’s voice stopped me in my tracks. It wasn’t as calm and soothing as it was the previous night. The calm sweet voice I heard when he calmed me down suddenly disappeared into his usual harsh tone.

“Dressed like that?” he added.

I didn’t bother turning around to face him. If I did, I would see Samantha and seeing her or looking at her face while she smirked at me was definitely going to make me want to kill her.

“I need to see how the investigation is coming forth” I said.

“I don’t think you have to do that. The cops are doing their jobs” he replied.

“Let her go Jordan. I don’t want her here either” Samantha voice was the next thing I heard. Jordan said nothing to her statement, and I tried my best not to reply her either.

“I will be going to the station later, I would prefer you stay at home” he stated and I turned to him. Samantha was glaring at him for his show of care and I was also staring at him, still wondering why he was acting so different.

“Thanks. But I’m not sure I can keep leaving in the same house, comfortably with someone who had me kidnapped” I replied and turned to the door again..

“I never had you kidnapped” Samantha said with her usual edginess to her tone. I forced a smile and turned back to her. Her hands were entertwined with Jordan and she held him protectively just so she could piss me off.

“I never mentioned your name, did I?” I smiled and her frown deepened.

“But then again, that’s what everyone believes, you are not a saint Sam, you know I know that. You escaped and turned everything up last time, that doesn’t mean that I am going to stop. I will make sure you pay for what you put me through last time” I turned around and decided I didn’t want to speak anymore.

“You can’t leave the house dresseds like that” Jordan stated, his voice getting colder, reminding me of the second Jordan I met.

“I don’t see anything wrong with my looks. If you want someone to look exactly the way you want, your criminal of a mistress is right next to you” I replied sternly, without stopping once to look at him.