Silas Harrison's Ex-Wife.

5: Maria

We were both lazily lying on the bed with my head on his chest. My fingers were playing with the buttons on his shirt while his fingers ran through my hair. He sighed and I lifted my head to look at him, resting his head on his other hand, "Are you tired?" I asked him as I rested my chin on his toned chest.

His gaze met mine and a soft smile stretched on his lips, "Just a little," He answered back as he rolled my lock on his finger. I moved closer to him and brushed my knuckles on his stubble, "We don't have to go out tonight," I suggested.

"I don't think that would be fair," he continued, "I couldn't take you out last week either." He added. I smiled and tapped his nose with my finger, "Quite honestly, I like this better." I answered. I preferred lying in his arms quietly over going to some luxurious restaurant. I would enjoy home-delivered pizza more than overly-priced food.

He narrowed his eyes, "Don't say this because of me," he said. "I am not tired enough to bail on my date night," He told me.

I sat straight and smashed my lips together, "You are not bailing," I told him. "I just want to be with you and it doesn't matter where we are and, quite honestly, I prefer staying in and enjoying each other's company alone than going out." I shrugged.

He chuckled, "Such an introvert my wife is," he said as he put his hand on my waist and made me lay beside him.

I smiled and bit my lower lip, "You love your introvert wife," I reminded him.

He cupped my face with his rough hands and lightly brushed his finger on my cheekbone, "More than anything in this world," He replied following a soft kiss on my lip. It is dumbfounding how the soft and delicate contact of his lips on mine can melt me into a puddle.

I felt Silas snapping his fingers right in front of my face, dragging me back to the present. My gaze traveled to study his expressions – how cold and distant he looked nothing like when he used to love me. How time changes people, I thought. "What is it with you? I don't have all day, Madam," I didn't fail to catch the sarcasm in his tone. He was speaking to me like that to hurt me. Staying here in his presence will only pain me more. He is not the same guy that once loved me or the one I loved – he is different. He has changed.

I took a breath and refused to see him in the eye and nodded my head, "I apologize," I spoke and stepped closer to the trolley.

With shaky hands and a heavy heart, I reached for the pot of tea. This reminded me how he likes to have tea in the morning and coffee somewhere during the day – that too when he is busy. I poured hot tea into a cup as he sat right in front of me with one foot over his thigh and his finger resting on his chin. I could feel his eyes on my every movement, but not even once did I dare to look back at him.

"Would you like sugar or milk in your tea?" I asked intentionally. I know exactly how he likes his tea, but since I am just a server – I should behave like one as well. I need to forget that I even know this man. He is nothing but a stranger to me. I felt his glare at me, but I refused to seem affected, so I lifted my gaze to meet his. His eyes twitched as he pressed his lips in a thin line. He chuckled bitterly, "Don't act like you don't know," he replied sourly.

I heaved a sigh, "But, I don't know, sir." I answered back.

He huffed and leaned in – resting his elbows on his knees, "What game are you playing with me now, Maria?" He asked me. I decided to remain silent.

He waited for me to answer back, but when he didn't get any reply he chuckled drily and stood on his feet, "Do you want to play this game, Maria? Do you think that you will win?" He questioned illiberally as he slowly stepped towards me.