Get Me Married

Chapter 54: Suspicious of Jordan
A few days after.
GENESIS
“Ma’am, you have to eat, you have been in here for a long time now,” Margaret said for what seemed to be the hundredth time if
not more. But as I had been doing, I ignored her and concentrated on the painting in front of me.
Weeks ago I had turned one of the spare rooms into a beautiful studio of mine and had left everything because things came up.
That morning I decided to go into the studio and the moment I did, inspirations came, thoughts came, feelings flowed and I was
picking my brush and doing what I ought to before I knew it. I poured out my heart into the painting, letting my feelings flow and
reminding myself why I loved painting again. It was so early in the morning I left my room and Margaret had been bothering me
ever since.
“I will, just give me a moment,” I said to her and heard her groan lowly behind me.
“You have been saying that all day ma’am,” she replied and I smiled.
“What do you mean by all day?” I asked her, knowing I just got there and I knew it wasn’t that long since that I got there.
“You have been in here all day without food, you have to eat something,” she replied and it was my turn to groan. She was being
pretty adamant about letting me have my peace.
“I will do that soon, just drop it at the side,” I said to her, determined to finish what I had started. No more words came from her
after that and I heard the door shut behind me and knew that she was gone. I was able to focus again.
It took a while, I couldn’t tell how long it took because I was so engrossed in what I was doing, nothing around me mattered
anymore but Margaret returned. Hearing the door shut again, followed by footsteps made me annoyed because I knew she was
coming to do more.
“Ma’am...” She called out and I couldn’t help but groan because I knew whatever she had to say to me was going to get up
frustrated.
“What is it again?” I asked expressing my concerns.
“Your foods have gone cold sitting by the corner” she replied and I sighed.

“They are not bad yet, I would eat soon” I replied without taking my eyes off what I was doing.
“Ma’am...the boss won’t like this,” she said and I scoffed loudly. It was the first time I had thought about Jordan all day. It wasn’t
a bad thing to think about him but Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan.... he was just too much to handle.
“Your boss doesn’t care about me Margaret, nothing would happen” I replied dryly and pushed the thought of him away from my
head.
“Yes he does and I would get in trouble if he comes in here and see all this....”
“He won’t” I was so sure about it.
After my sister had left with Jordan days ago, I had felt the need to show my appreciation and gratitude for bringing my sister and
had sought for ways to see him. All to no avail. I was living with Jordan in the same house and yet we couldn’t see eye to eye.
Most nights I don’t sleep, I stay in the kitchen or movie room and keep myself busy till I would sleep off. But every morning, I find
myself back in my room and whenever I ask the guards who Jordan assigned to keep charge of me, they always tell me that it
was him who brought me back to my room. I would go downstairs in search of him, just to thank him for being weirdly concerned
and caring and wouldn’t see him most of the time. But whenever I do, he quickly leaves when he sees me. I had thought of it as
nothing at first, but when time went on, I realized that it wasn’t just a coincidence that he always leaves whenever I enter a room.
I had woken up very early one of those mornings to catch up with him and had even gone downstairs with my nighties. He was in
the dining room and was having his breakfast and I was really happy, so I walked down the stairs energetically towards him, but
the moment he saw me coming, he stood up and walked away like he didn’t ju ist see that I was trying to get to him. He stood up
so abruptly like I was someone or something that shouldn’t get to him and I quickly understood that he was avoiding me and was
so good at it. It also explained to me why I seldom see him and when I do, it was his back or with sleepy eyes. It made me sad
that he was doing that when I thought that we had grown past that stage where he had to do that. I went back upstairs annoyed
at his actions and thought about why he would be avoiding me and came to the conclusion that it was either Samantha’s orders
that he avoided me or he was trying to save himself and his girlfriend from my wrath over the case of my kidnap and who was
behind it.
So I stopped, I stopped attempting to talk to him or thank him or show myself to him. I reminded myself that I was nothing but his
trophy wife after all and nothing would change that. He had done nothing after all and had done more bad than his good.
“Your boss is avoiding me like I am some sort of disease. Trust me when I say he wouldn’t come here” I told Margaret with more
conviction in my heart and my eyes fixed at what I was doing.

“And stop bothering me, it’s not like I am hungry and starving” I added and heard her sigh very deep. Then it went quiet. I wasn’t
sure she was gone or if she still stood there, whatever the case was I didn’t turn around.
I was getting tired of bending down so much, my back was beginning to ache and become sore and the thought of continuing
another day came to mind even when I knew I was done with my painting for the day.
Then I felt someone was close to me, so close, it frightened me. From the corner of my eyes, I picked up someone and quickly
turned my head to the left. I screamed and jerked away when my eyes fell on Jordan.
He didn’t budge and just remained bent down as he stared at what I was doing. I stared at him wide-eyed and shocked that he
was standing in there with me. When he was done scrutinizing what I was doing, he turned to me and grinned, then he stood
erect and adjusted his jacket.
He was looking handsome with a black suit and his hair was perfectly laid back and trimmed.
“You shouldn’t starve yourself because of a painting” he spoke to me for the first time in days.
“I didn’t starve myself” I replied and turned to where my equipments were.
“You did and I don’t like it” he explained and I scoffed. Jordan was confusing, so confusing, he was giving me a headache
already. He was the one who avoided me, the one who acted like I didn’t exist and now he was in my studio and was speaking
like he didn’t avoid me from the beginning
“What if I did starve myself? It’s none of your business and shouldn’t concern you” I said and dropped the things I held before
turning around. Only to bump me into Jordan who was standing right behind me, his cologne was manly and smelled amazing, I
resisted the urge to close my eyes and inhale. He moved back a little when he realized that there was no space between us and
looked away.
“Of course it should concern me and everything is my business when it comes to you” he blurted out like a loving husband would
and turned his eyes away from me like he was avoiding to meet mine. I scoffed at his statement, hating that he was like a switch
without control, always on and off and confusing. But I said nothing to his comment because I had absolutely nothing to say to
him.
“Why would you decide to skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner even?” He asked me and I snapped my eyes back to him.

“What do you mean I skipped breakfast, lunch, and dinner?” I asked and looked around the room in search of Margaret who I
found standing at a corner with lots of trays of food behind her. My eyes widened at the realization of what had happened. I had
lost track of time and skipped all the meals of the day.
I turned back to Jordan who stared at me like he understood what was going on. And he sighed loudly and turned to Margaret.
“Take those things away, prepare my dinner and that of hers downstairs”
Margaret gave him a nod and turned away leaving me and Jordan alone in a confined space. It bothered me for some sort of
reason and I shifted my gaze away from him and looked everywhere else.
When the silence stretched for too long, I became really uncomfortable and I turned to him, just like he had been doing, he
looked away avoiding my gaze, that single gesture of him hurt.
“I see that you are still avoiding me,” I said and his eyes snapped at me and quickly he looked away again. He said nothing to
dispute my statement and that only confirmed that I was right all along
“I wonder why you are here today,” I said with a little disappointment and placed my hands across my chest
“I was informed that you were not eating a thing,” he replied and I scoffed. He was acting like he cared and also like he didn’t
care. I said nothing after that statement and silence stretched uncomfortably in the studio again till a guard poked his head
through the door.
“Sir, ma’am...the inspector is waiting for you downstairs,” A little excitement found its way to my heart at that information
because I was hoping they would bring me good news that would send Samantha away from my life and I quickly turned to
Jordan. He had wide eyes and had remained
frozen in his spot. For a second there, I saw the fear in his outlook and grew suspicious instantly.