CHAPTER EIGHT

Kendall

I was awakened by a sharp knock on my door. Before I could even say come in, Lance barged in. He was wearing a white t-shirt along with a black sweatpants. Looking like a bird losing it’s feathers. Actually, he looks worst than that, but I can’t think of what right now. Or maybe I’m just overreacting.

“Out of bed woman.” I raise my eyebrows at him, but got up.

“You have no right to barge in like this-“

“When you start paying the bills. You can talk. Now … as of today you’ll be doing all the chores in the house. Except cooking for me”

“I-me?”

“No me. I have decided to give Cindy a little break.” He step closer to me. “Since you’re my wife … you’ll fulfill those duties. And that’s an order.” After he walks out ran to the bathroom and freshen up, then I put on a skirt and t-shirt. When I got downstairs the kitchen was a total mess. Dirty dishes were everywhere. Even on the floor. To make things worst, a note was left on the counter by Lance.

Time to do your rightful job as