Chapter 24

▫️Christian’s POV...

The night had been entertaining enough already, but apparently, Stella wasn’t done making it worse. After I pushed her off the sofa—because she totally deserved it—she growled as her body hit the floor.

She woke up confused, screaming in pain, and glaring at me like I'm at fault.

“Stella, just sleep on the bed you are falling again and again,” I said nonchalantly.

“That’s why I was saying let me sleep on the bed but you didn't slept on sofa!” she snapped, rubbing her side dramatically.

I shrugged. “I’m not that generous. If you want to sleep, the other side of the bed is empty.”

She made this absolutely hideous, but kind of hilarious, face at me. Then, instead of coming back to the bed, she grabbed her pillow and quilt and plopped herself down on the floor.

I raised an eyebrow. “On the sofa, Stella, not the floor.”

“I’m sleeping here,” she shot back, glaring. “First, because I’m a down-to-earth person, not an arrogant ass like you. Second, because if I sleep here, I won’t fall again!”

I snorted. “Don’t make your stupid brain work that hard, you'll hurt yourself. It’s going to be hard on the floor, not a single bit comfortable. Just stand up and sleep on the sofa.”

She shook her head stubbornly. “ I’m okay here, and for the record, if I’m stupid, then you’re stupid. Your kids are going to be even stupider than you, Mr. Maniac!”

I smirked. “Yeah, because of you.”

That got her. She blinked, her face shifting from confusion to amusement. Then she chuckled a little, blushed, and suddenly screamed, “They’ll be stupid because of you, not me! And for the record, I’m never having kids with you!”

I laughed. “Come out of your delusions, pervert. I only said that because you’d probably teach them all your stupid tricks. You’re going to be here too, you know.”

She pulled the blanket over her head and mumbled, “Just go away and let me sleep.” Bcoz she is fully embarassed by her comment.

I crossed my arms. “You were the one ready to fight in the middle of the night. I just came to help you!”

She didn’t bother responding, just gave me a sarcastic thumbs-up under the blanket. I rolled my eyes and went back to bed.

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The next morning, I woke up and saw her still sleeping on the floor like an idiot. I sighed.

I picked her up and placed her on the bed. I knew she’d fight me later for this, but she needed to sleep properly. Her body would probably ache from sleeping on the floor. Once she was settled, I got ready for the gym and headed out for my workout.

Afterward, I went straight to the basement—the hell room—where that idiot intruder was being held.

The bastard was cocky, sitting there like he hadn’t royally screwed up. “She abused me,” he said smugly. “That’s why I used the knife.”

I stared at him blankly. “So, you think that justifies hurting her?”

“She cursed me out!” he argued, as if that was supposed to win me over.

I couldn’t help but laugh darkly. “Of course, she cursed you, dumbass. Did you expect her to beg? She’s my wife. She’d rather die than beg someone like you.”

My blood boiled as I thought about it. If she’s mine, she’s mine. Mine to protect. Mine to punish. Mine to love. Mine to break. Mine to make happy. Mine to drive crazy.

I didn’t waste another second. I grabbed the knife from the table and slit his throat. His scream was short-lived, and the room fell silent.

Mornings like this are the mornings mafias love.

Bloody morning in Christian's style.

After this I came back to my room, Stella wasn’t on the bed. I frowned. It was too early for her to be up. Then I heard noises coming from the bathroom. She is there.

Wait. My bathroom?

I slammed the door open without thinking, and there she was—taking a shower in my bathroom. I knocked the door of shower.

She startled. “What the hell?”

“Why are you using my bathroom?” I demanded, leaning against the wall.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you expect me to go to my apartment to shower?”

“Dumb-ass, you have a bathroom in your room!”

“You can use it if you want. I’m not going into that room. What if there’s a camera there?" She replied.

I groaned “Use another bathroom, but not mine. Come out, Stella.”

She snapped back “Are you that desperate to see a naked girl? Let me take my shower, and don’t be a mean jerk.”

Yeah I wouldn't mind seeing you but right now my bathroom is my priority. She is intruding my space and I'm saving her from intruders.

“No, im not interested in seeing an ugly girl like you. I have already seen better. ”

She just laughed, ignoring me.

Defeated, I locked the door and walked out.

Ten minutes later, she started slamming the door from the inside. “Open the door, you fucking asshole! Or else I'll call Ava."

I opened the damn door, holding my ground. “Stella, you won’t ever use my bathroom again or I'll install cameras here,” I growled, still irritated by her audacity.

She crossed her arms, looking me dead in the eye, and gave me a wicked smile. “ Only this can be expected from a lunatic asshole like you.” she said sweetly. “ ok I will not use this, Now let me out, or I’ll start yelling.”

I stepped aside, letting her out, but my eyes immediately caught her—her wet hair cascading down her shoulders, the bathrobe clinging to her curves. Damn it.

She noticed me staring and tossed her wet hair over her shoulder, clearly not bothered by my lingering gaze. “What? You looking for a peek, Mr. Knight?”

I smirked. “I’m just checking to see if you're trying to flood the damn bathroom with your hair.” My eyes flicked to the floor, where her hair had already begun to shed. “Look at this mess. You trying to take over the place with your hair? If I wanted this much hair, I’d’ve married a damn shampoo commercial.”

She rolled her eyes, pushing past me with a snort. “Hair fall is normal, you know. Maybe you should stop staring and clean it up.”

“ I'm not your servant you bitch” I muttered, but she wasn’t listening. She was already heading toward the door, giving me that smug little grin.

As I got into the bathroom to shower, I couldn’t help but think about the ridiculousness of it all. Her damn hair. Her stubbornness. And yet, she looked too good in that robe to be pissed off for long. What the hell am I even thinking?

When I got out, I had a plan to get the hell out of there, but as soon as I walked out, I noticed a ridiculous sight—five damn trolley bags parked by the door.

“What’s this?” I asked, unable to hide my amusement.

She looked at me like she owned the place, hands on her hips. “Empty space. I'm staying in your room , so my stuff will be here too.”

“No, just go to your room, you can handle the intruder well I know.” I shot back.

She said dramatically, “Well, I prefer it here. It’s safer, more comfortable, and I can’t go there after that traumatizing incident.”

No way she was traumatized, she was literally discussing my dick size with me.

“Stella…” I sighed, standing in the doorway of my dressing room like some kind of blockage to let her enter there. “No. This is my space. You can get ready in your room.”

She raised an eyebrow. “ That's not comfortable and I’m your wife. What if your mom comes over and sees that you’re trying to stop me from staying in your room?”

I blinked. “You are acting smart.”

“You should have thought about that before letting me in” she said, a cheeky grin tugging at her lips.

I opened my mouth to argue but couldn’t come up with anything. I was getting tired of fighting. “Fine, go ahead, take the damn space. Make my room a mess.”

She shot me a look as she walked into the room with all her bags. “ Just letting you know, don't get pissed, I really can't stay alone in the room after whatever happened. And I need my things in the room too. I can't just go there again and again to take things.”

I nodded understanding her point and emptied the wardrobe for her. Yes I'm pissed but she is right. But fun fact she will be staying with me.