Spiderweb - 137 How Cruel

Her finger rose to his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

It was a shame she wasn’t the one for that.

“Are you going to continue to act like you don’t notice what I’m saying?” Mrs. Cloud cocked her head to the side, “cuz’ I can act like I don’t know what you want too.”

Mr. Cloud stopped, staring straight into his wife’s eyes. He smirked. A shiver ran down her spine.

“So are you saying that if I go along with your answer, I’ll get what I want?” Mr. Cloyd asked.

Mrs. Cloud stared back at him. “Ok. We’ll see.”

“Hmm,” Mr. Cloud muttered. He knew for a fact that she would take back her word whenever she wished and at whatever time she wanted. She would do whatever she wanted in the end if it would benefit her more.

She had a business mindset. Promises were as credible and unrecorded contracts. They were only formalities that relied on personal trust to accomplish.

They had none of that.

“Ok,” Mr. Cloud nodded.

Mrs. Cloud gave a smile. “Great.” To that, Mr. Cloud stared at her. It had been a while since he had seen a smile on her face directed at him. Fake or real. It was beautiful.

“What are you trying to accomplish by the things you’ve been doing recently,” Mrs. Cloud asked.

Mr. Cloud leaned back, sitting down on the chair beside his bed. “You’re not even going to ask what I’m doing in the first place? I thought that was the question you wanted me to ask.”

“And then have to ask another question and give you chances to ask more of me? I don’t think so. Answer the question you were given Mr. Cloud,” Mrs. Cloud rolled her eyes, letting out a slight sigh of annoyance.

It hadn’t even been 5 minutes since she had woken up but she was already tired and drained. Just being in his presence was annoying.

She hated having to reduce herself to the level of a 5 year old just to have conversations.

“Ok then, that has an easy answer,” Mr. Cloud shrugged. “I was bored.”

Mrs. Cloud’s head tilted to the left for a moment. “Hm.. you sure about that? Nothing to do with that business partner you have been working with right?”

Mr. Cloud froze, his lips not speaking a word. “I’ve been working with them for a while, if something new was happening you’d be able to tell.”

“That’s why I’m pointing it out right now. I’ve noticed it.” Mrs. Cloud muttered. “It seems like something new happened with them.”

Mr. Cloud was about to open his mouth and respond when he stopped in his tracks. ‘No lies…’ he thought to himself. He looked up at Mrs. Cloud and continued. “Yes, but it’s completely unrelated to the cause of the cameras in the building.”

Mrs. Cloud nodded her head. “Ah.. is that so,” she muttered. “Then are you trying to achieve a false sense of achievement?”

“I hate clarifying myself. I know you heard the first time,” Mrs. Cloud scowled.

“False sense of achievement…” Mr. Cloud muttered out loud. He lets out a chuckle. ‘She always knows how to make the situation more than it already was.’ He shrugged, “if a false sense of achievement is what you think I have, then go ahead and continue that train of thought.”

“You’re beating around the bush, not answering my questions again,” Mrs. Cloud sighed, her violet eyes glowing with anger when she glanced at Mr. Cloud. “You make it so hard for me to be able to work with you.”

“Is it me that is hard to work with or you?” Mr. Cloud reversed.

“A woman who knows what she came for is the clarity that is needed in every conversation involving her,” Mrs. Cloud retorted, “now stop wasting my time, and answer my question.”

“Your clarity isn’t what is going to be needed-” Mr. Cloud began.

A stiff jolt of laughter leaves Mrs. Cloud’s lips and chills ran down the walls of the room. “HA! So that’s what it is?” she muttered, her eyes running up her husband’s figure and chuckling when she locked eyes with him. “Was I right?” she asked.

“How could you be right when I haven’t even answered the question?” Mr. Cloud rolled his eyes.

“It’s because of the fact that you haven’t answered the question yet that just proves me all the more correct,” Mrs. Cloud replied, her voice monotone and rigid in oppose to the expression on her face. She was laughing.

Mr. Cloud didn’t flinch. In fact, he just stared into her eyes with no reaction. “Is that what you think?” he murmured.

Mrs. Cloud didn’t reply, giving him the answer with her eyes. It was a safe way of replying to him. He tended to twist one’s word, to start out with a straight piece of bread then become so tangled up in his words and lies that it becomes a pretzel. He was a pathological liar. A man of little truths.

He grinned, his smile running shivers down her spine once again. “I’m simply trying to evolve myself in a world that I created, with the people that I help hire.”

“You can do that by having the same cameras that are used in these halls. What’s the need for the small tiny ones that you have then? Do you need it for something else?”

“Do you think if I came up to you and asked for access to the cameras in the building that you’d allow me? You would say no so quickly before I can even get the words out of my mouth. NO… I wouldn’t even get to reach your office,” Mr. Cloud spat, veins appearing on his jaw as they clenched.

“I have every reason in the world to do so,” Mrs. Cloud retorted.

“Excuse me?” Mr. Cloud flinched, growing more and more visibly annoyed by the moment. “What reasons do you think you could have for locking out the owner of this entire business. Then you dare to come up to me and ask why I am trying to make my way into my own business? You have me fucked up Lia. I have every reason to make my way back to where I came from. You have no right to stop me.”

“Watch your language, do not bring filthy words in my presence. It makes it all the worse when you say them yourself. I do not have a right? Who’s the one that has been looking after the company while you spent your time behind the iron bars of a hell you built for others. If I wasn’t here, this entire thing would be brought to the ground quicker than you could salvage it,” Mrs. Cloud retorted in her monotone voice. “I’m worried for myself, trying to help someone who’s too prideful to admit to his faults.”

“Jail is not something that can trap me,” Mr. Cloud snapped.

“Yes I can tell by how your death counts keep increasing even though you’re still behind bars,” Mrs. Cloud clapped back. “You’d think someone who’s meticulous enough to plan the death of entire companies would be mature enough to accept when he loses.”

“You make it sound like this is a video game,” Mr. Cloud retorted, “aren’t you acting a bit immature? Thinking that I’m simply going to answer to your will.”

“Then me the mature one love, and answer the question without making it into a kids brawl,” Mrs. Cloud pouted, her act carried so beautifully before she ended it suddenly, snapping her smile in half to a stoic face.

It was annoying. How she acted like she cared when all she saw was the company and ways to better it. She didn’t give a single care in the world for people like him. She didn’t even look at people like him unless there was a beneficial mix for the company, or if they have something they owe. For him, only because she made the mistake of putting his ring on her finger.

Yet why did he get so caught up in her smile? Why did he keep getting so pulled in to her slight movement and following her blindly when she didn’t care about what happened to him?

“Do you hate me?” Mr. Cloud asked, his eyes locking with Mrs. Cloud’s.

Mrs. Cloud looked into his eyes for a moment before smirking. “Of course. How could I love a liar?”

Mr. Cloud kept his eyes on Mrs. Cloud as his hand trembled. “How cruel.”

“Funny coming from a serial killer,” Mrs. Cloud tilted her head.

“You have no fear,” Mr. Cloud muttered leaning into Mrs. Cloud. “You come into my room and immediately shoot attempts to overpower me? Have you forgotten what I can do to you?”

“You remind me every time I lay my eyes on you,” Mrs. Cloud replied, “don’t make me get sick of your face too.”

“Oh that’s a shame,” Mr. Cloud smiled, his hands on the edges of the bed, his face right in front of Mrs. Cloud’s. She didn’t flinch at his advance. “While you’re close to being disgusted at your face, I’m close to framing yours on my walls.”

Before she could say a word, he leans in and steals a kiss from her lips.

Mrs. Cloud stared at him for a moment. Her face scrunched up to show severe repulsion. “How disgusting.”