Bound by Tension
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I pulled away from him, holding his face while stroking his cheeks with my thumb. "How I'm so confused." "Why?"

"I received a call from someone who said- they said returning from Paris was a good thing for him or her and you've been killed." I touched his shoulders and arms, confirming that he was indeed Hames and not a ghost. "I told you you didn't have to be worried." Lila said.

"That's crazy. Who the hell could it be?" He frowned.

"I don't know. The voice sounded like a man's voice as well as a woman's and a child's voice. I couldn't pick who it was." Tears were still rolling down my face and my head was pounding badly from the terrible headache I was having. "Please let's take a seat." He led me to sit on the bed, sitting beside me.

"Where were you? I called you a million times but you weren't answering, then it said it was switched off." I sniffled while Nikita, Lila and Faith stood in front of us.

"I lost my phone, I'm sorry."

"Where the hell were you and why are you just returning home after midnight? What if something terrible actually happened to you?" Where were these tears coming from?

"No terrible thing can happen to me as long as you are mine. I had to work with Kade then we decided to hang out in a club." He wiped my tears with fingers. "Stop crying."

"A club?" I scoffed, frowning. "You were at a club while I almost died from worrying about you? Why? Checking hot women out?" I clenched my fists.

He chuckled, fueling my frustration.

"Is this a joke to you? I thought I was going to die and now I have a terrible headache but you were enjoying your life at a club. Wow, what a waste of time."

"We only wanted to get rid of the day's stress. I'm sorry, don't be mad at me." He held my hands.

"Who the heck could've broken such news to you?" Lila asked.

"Yeah, what's the person's aim? It's similar to the message you received back in Paris." Faith said worriedly.

"I'm certain it's just a joke or something. Some people tend to prank celebrities or anyone else just to have more followers or subscribers. I'm very certain it's nothing important." He wasn't helping my anger at all with his nonsense. "This isn't funny at all. It's not a joke, I'm certain it means you're in danger but you're being nonchalant. I think it's because you don't want to trust me. You think I'm crazy, right?" I rose to my feet.

"No. Of course I trust you."

"Please let's leave."

"Where are you going?" He drew his eyes in askance.

"My best friends are here and have gone through so much stress because of me so I think I'd prefer to stay in a room with them tonight. Let's go." I furiously held Nikita's arm to lead her out with me. "Imogen," he held me back.

"Let me go." I ordered frigidly.

"You're only doing this because you're mad at me. Please give us some privacy. I really appreciate all of your concern and care. Goodnight." He smiled at them.

They nodded in understanding then left the room.

After they slammed the door, I yanked my hand from his grip and climbed on the bed, covering myself with a duvet.

This stupid husband of mine was pissing me off so bad with the way he was ignoring this terrifying person.

He sighed then left for the bathroom after grabbing some clothes.

After a few minutes, he came out from the bathroom in his shorts and singlet, laid beside me and covered himself with the duvet.

I turned my face away from him so much back faced him.

I almost flinched when I felt his hand over my body.

"Let me be. I guess I was simply crying for no good reason."

I could feel his body against my back which proved that he shifted closer to me.

"My sweetheart, I definitely believe you."

"You think this is a prank. Do you know how terribly this has caused emotional stress to me? I feel crazy and you're worsening things."

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean it that way. After seeing this much concern from you, it bothers me and I promise I'll make sure this is investigated. Seeing you crying breaks me so bad. Whether or not I didn't take the text message seriously, I'd make sure to deal with this seriously. I can't let you cry anymore." He made me turn to face him.

He looked genuinely worried and wiped my tears I didn't realize were still falling from my eyes. "Is there anyone you suspect?" I asked and he shook his head. "I hope this isn't a trick to make me fall in love with you. If it is then I won't ever forgive you for almost bringing insanity upon me."

He frowned. "I promise it's not. Why would I want you to cry? I don't know and it's pissing me off so bad that it's affecting you so much." He brushed my hair.

The fact that he wasn't dead settled into my brain to clear up every form of worry and I hugged him really tight.

He chuckled. "I'm shocked to know you care about me this much. How can I ever love you any less?"

"Please don't think I'm crazy." I mumbled in his chest.

"Never."

I gave him a kiss, pouring out my worry, aggression, frustration and everything else into the kiss, ignoring the annoying taste of alcohol.

Kissing him calmed me down completely and was building up a different feeling. I had to stop the kiss before it advanced to something else, and returned to hugging him.

"Please don't ever scare me like that. I don't think I'd be able to live without you."

"I can't believe you just said that." He said amusedly.

My phone started ringing.

As much as I didn't want to, I had to stop hugging Hames to reach for my phone.

"That should be Amanda. I asked her to call you or leave a text if I haven't returned home by this time."

It was a text from an unknown ID again. "Hey, wifey. I hope you enjoyed my little joke. I was just messing with your head and it was fun to watch you cry your eyes out." I read the message out loud. "The crazy person again?" His face went stern.

A name was ringing in my head but I was unable to place my finger on it. "Who could... wait-Amanda?" My eyes widened. "Amanda!"