My Husband Is Allergic To Touch

Ruby's POV

Christmas Eve

I had an argument with Sharon last night, that girl is always getting on my nerves. I sat on the vanity table and applied light makeup, preparing for Charlotte's bachelorette party.

Well, I wouldn't blame mother for siding with Sharon at all.

She is also my mom, but I can't believe she is so biased.

My step father wouldn't give a damn about us and only focuses on his business. I want to be an actress. That has been my dream for a long time.

I knew I had a bad temper, but couldn't help it. A month ago, Sharon changed her mind and decided to be an actress. I didn't give a damn before, till I heard from the manager this morning that Sharon had father invest in the movie, and my role was given to her.

I struggled so fucking hard to get that role! She always has a way to snatch whatever belongs to me. When I heard the news, my jaw dropped and for a moment my eyes blurred. Tears.

I've been at odds with Sharon since our childhood days, and because of mother's favoritism, It made me feel that I'm less important than she is, and I don't feel good at all.

A sigh escaped my lips as I wore my heels and walked out of the villa. Two cars were parked in the garage, but unfortunately, I haven't had the luxury to enter it since mom married my father, Mr. John Morgan, that fu*cking business capitalist.

Mom said I'm unlucky from birth, for this reason, she had isolated me and made Sharon closer to him. Saying that I would jinx her marriage. I can't even dare talk to my step father, besides I didn't feel that familial love for him. As for my mother, I still had hope in my heart, hoping that one day, regardless of everything, she would look back and acknowledge my value.

She wanted to be an actress, but didn't succeed because she got pregnant with me, which ruined her career. I guess maybe that's why she had prejudice against me.

I'm feeling quite frustrated right now, I had to swallow my discomfort because Sharon is my younger sister, it has always been drilled into my head since young.

I hailed a taxi nearby after walking for nearly thirty minutes along Wellington street in the U.S.

"Parody hotel." I uttered, staring out of the window.

Twenty minutes later, I got down from the taxi, shuffled through my purse and brought six dollars and paid the taxi, thanking him politely.

Faced with the familiar and unfamiliar environment, I shivered, feeling slightly cold. I know I'm very pretty.

I'm endowed with a red naturally curly hair, a pair of foxy shaped eyes, embedded with light green irises which made me look elegant, cute, cunning and at the same a not so easy to mess with temperament.

It's the beginning of winter, and I wore too little. "Sighs." I entered the hotel building flashing different colors of neon lights.

I showed the security my ID, they scrutinized it and let me enter.

"Hey! Ruby! Over here!" Charlotte called out, beckoning to me.

I widened my eyes, chuckling.

It was no surprise that Sharon was over there.

I saw a group of frivolous women proceeding to chant the indecorous word at the male dancers as they resembled libidinous teenagers that couldn't get their fill no matter how hard they tried.

Looking like a wilting rose beneath the multi- coloured flashing lights I saw my step sister, she displayed an excessive amount of deference, Sharon sat there in the VIP lounge and sipped on a margarita with a bored expression on her face.

My second cousin from my mother's side, Naomi collapsed beside her, after her third round spent gyrating against the half-naked pole dancers that were hired to "entertain" them for the night. "God, I'm exhausted!" Naomi exclaimed.

Sharon snubbed her. Well, it's not a new thing. I walked and took a seat, touching Naomi's head to see how much she drank.

"Gosh, she's nearly wasted." I scoffed and Charlotte chuckled after hugging me.

"Welcome to the party, cousin." Naomi yelled, trying to make her voice heard in the loud background.

"Do you think I can take that one home with me tonight?" She pointed at a particular stripper that was role-playing as a police officer. His gaze met hers right on time and sent a delicious wink her way.

Naomi squealed like a teenage girl that got noticed by her crush. "Did you see that? He totally wants some of this!" She proclaimed whilst nudging me and Sharon in the side.

Sharon forced a smile at her. "Good for you."

"You love men so much, cousin." I asserted, wrinkling my eyebrows. Naomi is nearly a nympho in this aspect, whoever is her future husband will get to hold her in a tight leech.

"Hey," Charlotte said as she took both of my cheeks in her hands. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Charlotte raised an eyebrow at me and silently said something along the lines of "bullshit'

My light green eyes finally relaxed a bit. "I'm just frustrated."

Sharon heard my words, and turned to glare at me, she hissed lightly and continued sipping her drink.

"But it's my bachelorette party!" Charlotte hopped on the couch we were sitting on, struggling to find her equilibrium in high heels and gestured to the spacious club. "We booked this place out just for us tonight!"

My eyes scanned the large area of the famous club in the upper East side of Wellington. It was just as classy as people said it was. She had gotten many invites before, even from its owner upon its grand opening, but she never had the time to attend.

Her schedule barely allowed her to have the leisures of nightclubs. Okay, that was a lie. Compared to how her schedule was two years ago versus now, she had all the time in the world. It was a matter of preferences really.

Crowded places with sweaty bodies and irresponsible intake of alcohol wasn't really her taste when it came to picking hobbies.

Plus she preferred not to worry her fiancé, Skylar. Charlotte had noticed how he reacted negatively every time she wasn't within his field of vision for too long.

I couldn't help but wonder how I would feel if my husband is too possessive of course, I'm yet to even have a serious boyfriend.

To imagine spending an entire night out in a club or hotel was simply nothing short of disaster in my mind.

Though, the cold reaction he usually had whenever Charlotte ventured outside hadn't been the case recently ... Still she had to take the necessary precautions to not start a fight with him.

God only knew how long it took for them to make up after they started shooting bullets at each other. She'd always have to be the one to apologize first. It was out of consideration for the shy person Jake was.

Charlotte is too humble in her relationship, I'm even wondering if this fiancé of hers is suitable. She isn't free at all. I've tried my best talking her out of it, but she loves Skyler so much.

Despite him being the co-owner of Blitz Entertainment he was a bit of an introvert.

Most times, it was that endearing trait of his that Charlotte loves.

Well, as long as my cousin loves him, it's none of my business.

I sighed feeling slightly frustrated.