As I tap my stilettos at a tortoise pace on the red carpet down the aisle, my lips are curved up to an expansive, salacious smile. All my senses are receptive, attesting to the happiest day of my life. The day I bid goodbye to my youth and embrace marriage and all the commitments that come with it. I'm neither apprehensive nor fearful, and I am not walking into this with any of the myths out there about marriages. I know mine will not be like any other, and that is the difference. Life with Andy has been blissful for those eight months I have known him, despite the drawbacks and challenges, and I have no qualms that this is yet another onslaught to a heavenly incredible life. This, conclusively, is my sunniest day under the face of the earth, and it will infinitely be nurtured in my heart, alongside all the days I have had and ever will spend with my better half. The man who melts my heart even without a word or any action. All I need is to think of him or cast a glance at him, and ev
One week!I have been Adrian's maid for just a week, and what I can say is, so far, so good. Angel is such a disciplined young girl, and for this one week, she hasn't given me any trouble. There is also not as much work as I had speculated. It's just preparing Angel, taking her to and from school, which is easy because we have a driver, and tidying the house. With a washing machine that took me two days to be able to use, washing is so lenient. Also, especially because we order food from outside,. I never get to cook, and I don't know why Adrian doesn't want me to. They have an elegant modern kitchen with all the utensils, but no cooking is done here. I kind of feel like my passion for cooking will be a waste here. Most of the time, I'm just idle."Hello!" Adrian's voice startles me, and I stand up from the couch to go grab his backpack."Hello! Welcome, sir Adrian." I say as I stretch my hands to take his bag, but he doesn't let me. Right, that skipped my mind again!"How many times d
I wake up to the ringing sound of the alarm beside my bed. It's six in the morning and another week is smoothly coming to an end.Life here is amazingly sweet, especially if you have a boss like mine. Andy is a good boss and a terrific daddy to Angel. He is a workaholic, yes, but I idolize how he creates time to spend with his daughter. I admire how he is encompassed in his daughter's activities and life in general. Even when he arrives home late after the little girl has gone to bed, his first stop would be at his daughter's room. For instance, he came home so late last night and wasn't able to have a chat with his daughter. To make up for that, after we shared our coffee, which has become a ritual, by the way, he told me that he will be the one to take Angel to school. He even wanted to be the one to prepare her for school, but I insisted on doing that. I'm delighted about the fact that he is such a kind boss, but there is no way I will take advantage of that. I came here to work and
After our embarrassing situation earlier today with Andy, I wrapped up cleaning and came to relax on the couch as always, waiting for the lunch delivery.Andy has since not come out of the study. When we finally pulled away, after asking me if I was alright and I nodded my head that I was, he excused himself to go change from his then-wet clothes, and I was left to dry the floor. Only after I was done and out of that room did I see him going in.It's now twelve, and I am done doing my chores already. I was just thinking about that feeling earlier, when I was on top of him. On top, huh? My mind is becoming so nasty, and I abhor how my body is fascinated by these wildly crazy thoughts."Are you sure you didn't get hurt earlier?" That is Andy's voice, and he parks himself on the next couch."Yes. I am alright, sir. I mean, Andy!" "Okay. Take that stool out of that room immediately. Tidy up only where you can reach. I will not be there to fetch you next time." "Okay. I apologize for what
AFTER KISS, KNOW YOUR PLACEI stand in front of my dressing mirror in my room and take a good look at myself, admiring the lady I'm seeing in the reflection. It's funny how I look, or should I say, how differently I think I look in just a new dress. I did not know that just a small change, like a new dress, could make someone feel so different. I feel so new, just like the new silky red dress which perfectly hugs my curves, showing my exact figure. Part of those heavy shopping bags Andy brought from the shopping mall was actually mine. He shopped for me. Adrian - freaking - Ashton, shopped for me, and I still can't believe it. The most interesting part is how he knew my size and my taste. Every single dress he bought perfectly fits me. God bless my boss! After admiring myself enough, I slide my fluffy sandals on and grab my phone from the bed and start downstairs. The sandals are also new, and of course, from Adrian. Descending the stairs, I get to the living room where Angel is wait
There have existed four days since the scolding I received from Adrian, meaning it's a Friday. The sun has already gone down, dusk is taking over, and I am currently desolately straddled at our favourite locale in the kitchen, reminiscing about how horrible the week has been. I know I had said that my monthly cycle weeks are disastrous ones, but please, I take that back now. The cold and tight-lipped antidote I have received from Adrian these past four days is way too much and has not allowed me to rest.He is awfully distant. We don't share coffee anymore. We don't talk, and if we do, it's only greetings, and maybe a question here and there which is only about his daughter. To top it all off, I was discontinued from taking Angel to and from school. He wakes up early to prepare her and drops her off at school then he proceeds to his work. In the evening, he sends the chauffeur to pick her up from school, and take her to him in his office. I am left here with almost no work at all, and
"I'm sorry. I just thought that it was the best way to address my boss." I rant. I don't even know where I got the bravery to mumble that. He looks away for a minute, still not letting go of my hand. "I don't know who has a memory disorder between you and me, but I think I recollect ordering you to drop the sir. Am I right?" He questions, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, which I'm sure he doesn't know he is doing. I nod my head in response to his question. "It's Andy, for you." He adds. "Okay.""Okay...?""Okay, Andy!""Good." He releases my hand, and I go to pour him coffee, after which I settle back on my stool next to him, but I keep my eyes away from him. I don't know whether he still wants to strangle me or if he has let the matter go. The fact is, I made a mess which I am still so ashamed of, and I have no idea how to clean it up. Will he ever forgive me?"Do you want to say something?" Snapping my eyes at him, I notice he is watching my restless fingers. It feel
***I am scouring the dishes when suddenly I felt strong arms draping around my midsection from my back. The familiarity, and perhaps the longing of this feeling, stirs a thousand emotions, making me shiver in their embrace. I turn around to face my armour, my prince charming, my knight in shining armour! His tall figure towers over me, and his dark brown eyes are sparkling with delight at seeing the joy of his heart—me, of course. "Finally, you are here?" I softly say, resting my hands on his chest after drying them with a kitchen towel, my eyes not leaving his. "Did you miss me?" He asks softly as he carefully positions me against his lean composure, his hands caressing my posterior. I stand on the tips of my toes to match his adorable height and wrap my hands around his neck, feeling his warmth and breathing his air. "I missed you so much. So, so much, Andy!" I say, scanning his lips with desire. "I was thinking of you the whole day, my love." I cup his face, caressing it with my