My Mystery Husband

My worst Television Program

I opened my eyes after taking a long nap and looked around. There was no phone or wristwatch to check the time, however, the rays from the sun had lost its strength. I came down from the bed and began to find the Kitchen.

With the help of a worker, I located the general kitchen. All the chefs in the kitchen left everything they were doing and fixed their gaze on me. I smiled and waved at them.

”You wanna join us? ” A middle-aged woman asked, giving me a toothy grin. I nodded with a smile.

”Who cooks the bosss meals? ” I asked.

”Amanda, please take her to Chefs Kitchen, ” the middle-aged woman said, beckoning a teenager that was shredding cabbages. The young girl took her hands off the mandolin she was using and pulled the guards off her palms too.

She led me to a breathtaking luxury kitchen with elegant finishes and high-end appliances. A man who was in chefs attire turned and smiled at me.

”Ethan, ” I called and smiled back.

”What are you doing here? ”

”I have come to assist you, ” I said as I walked towards an oversized sink and began to wash the dishes. ”Please stop! You are the bosss wife, we are your servants! ” Ethan said. I have been a maid all my life and I don think I will ever allow them to serve me or stop behaving like a maid in a jiffy. I ignored him and continued.

”Is he aware you are here maam? ” He asked.

”No ”

”Boss Lady… ”

”I don want to hear it. ”

”Hear what? ”

”Whatever you want to say. ”

”He will punish me; are you aware of that? ”

”He won , he is your partner in crime, ” I said nonchalantly.

Ethan gave out a great bellow of laughter that frightened me. I frowned and wondered why he laughed so loudly.

”Ill do the cooking, youll do the serving, ” I said and continued washing the dishes.

”Why do you want me to do the serving? ” He asked.

”He trusts only you. I don want him to know I did the cooking. ”

”I have been making his meals for the past ten years; If anything changes, he will notice and reject the food. But….he will eat your food, ” he added. I became curious.

”Why? What makes you think he will eat my food? ” I asked.

”You are the First lady, ” he responded. ”Make the meal and I will serve him. He is going to detect a change, trust me. Shall we experiment? ” Ethan asked and I shrugged.

”You seemed to know everything about him. ”

”I know him more than he knows himself, ” Ethan grinned. I quickly moved over to the induction cooktop and switched it on. He sat on one of the chairs that were around a round dining table.

”You really want to do this, don you? ” Ethan said, leaning on the chair.

”What are you making for him? ” I asked. Ethan gave me the meal timetable. I looked at the worktable, all the recipes had been assembled. I commenced preparation immediately. Ethan relaxed on the chair, staring at me with a smile of fulfillment.

”I never believed you are real. I think you are a fictional character or product of imagination, ” Ethan smiled happily. I turned and narrowed my eyes.

”Ethan, for the last time; have you seen me prior to yesterday? ”

”No, if I had seen you, I wouldn have thought you were a fictional character, ” he grinned again.

”Well, Im not here for your weird conversations. ” There was silence in the kitchen and Ethan did not stop smiling.

I didn see his girlfriend today, what happened? ” I asked to establish another communication with him and probably, roll it down to his mystery sex slave.

”They are daughters of his business associates; wealthy and very sophisticated, ” he responded.

”They are his mistresses since he is not married to them, ” I said, sounding like a typical legal wife.

”They are not his mistresses, they are his friends, ” Ethan insisted.

”He sleeps with them, so I think they are. ”

”He doesn sleep with them, so they are not. ”

I kept quiet. I wanted to believe him, but I know what I saw in his office yesterday. He was just hiding his secret because he was his childhood friend.

”Why did he choose to have them as just friends? ” I asked when I was done making his meal. Ethan gave me the right dish for dishing out. He sat back on the chair and waited for me.

”Huh? ” I asked.

”What? ” He shrugged.

”Why did he choose to keep female friends around him? ”

”He is a figure, one of the most handsome and influential in this country; the girls won stop drooling. ”

”You mean he doesn sleep with them? ” I asked curiously.

”No, he doesn , love humbled him. He has a soulmate and he is obsessed with her, ” Ethan smirked.

”Obsession! Is that why he locked her up in his bedroom? ” Ethan shot me a cold stare and faded his eyes.

”Ill be right back. ” He took the meal and left. His face was quite mean. I began to wonder what he would say to me after serving his master.

He came back to the kitchen after some minutes. I stood up from the chair. I wanted to hear what Logan said about the meal and I also wanted to know why the sudden look of resentment appeared on his face when I asked the unexpected question

”What did he say? ” I asked.

”He is not there yet. Just fix your ear on that inter…. ”

”Prrr, ” The intercom blasted before he could finish up the sentence. We exchanged glances and my heart skipped. I was expecting him to stand up, but he kept sitting.

”Go and explain to him, ” I said.

”No, you prepared the meal, go and explain to him, ” he grinned. I became a little bit afraid.

”Ethan we had an agreement! ”

”Yes, and I kept my side. You cooked and I served, ” he shrugged.

”Who owns the explanation? ” I asked with my eyes wide open.

”The cook, I guess, ” he said, demonstrating with his palm.

”Prrr, ” the intercom blasted again.

”Ill be right back; just stay here, you owe some explanations. ” I followed the straight hallway that led to his dining room. My heart skipped again as soon as I set my eyes on him. He fixed his eyes on the food on the table, pretending he didn know I was standing beside him.

”Good evening, ” I greeted. He lifted his gaze and lowered it without responding to my greeting. He was about to hit the intercom the third time before I spoke.

”I made the dinner for you, ” I muffled, looking away as he fixed his gaze on me. He took his thumb off the intercom.

”Im sorry, I said with a creamy tone to get his eyes off me.

”Wow..okay, lets eat then. ”

”Huh?

”You heard me, ” he said again with a peaceful tone. His voice won stop giving me goosebumps. I love hearing his voice and I won stop pretending I didn hear him clearly to make him repeat himself.

I hesitated because it was a small dining table with just two chairs for husband and wife and the chairs were very close to each other. I noticed the hatred I had for him just disappeared since Mr. Gregory told me he was not a drug dealer.

”Sit, ” he said pulling the chair out. I adjusted my short gown and sat quietly, putting my two hands in between my thighs, and staring at the food on the table. A sudden feeling of emotional vulnerability took hold of me and began to control me. I thought I was a strong girl, I never knew I was weak and vulnerable. It looked as though my soul needed his protection.

”Relax, its just you and I, ” he muttered with a charming smile. His words really helped me and I relaxed a bit but did not stop making pathetic faces for him like a drowning soul who needed to be saved. He took out a small portion of food and passed it to me.

”Thank you, ” I said, grabbing the cutlery. The meal was quite tasty, but I wasn enjoying it because I was eating with uneasiness.

I stole occasional glances at him, he wasn uneasy at all. He ate peacefully and calmly.

”Do you like the dresses? ”

”Yes, thank… you. ”

”You are welcome. ”

There was a prolonged and general silence in the room.

”Why… did you marry me, ” I asked after contemplating for some minutes. My speech tempo was involuntarily slow and calm. Logan smiled and cupped my chin tenderly in his warm, slim, and long fingers. My pulse skittered alarmingly, lurching madly.

”Why did you agree to marry me? ” He asked, fixing his gray eyes which have flecks of gold and brown into mine. I lowered my eyes. I couldn tell him I had no place to go that was why I accepted his marriage proposal.

”You should spend more time with your husband than you spend with Ethan. We need to know ourselves, ” Logan said, sounding a bit jealous again. I kept quiet because I had an unfinished discussion with Ethan and I was going to spend another time with him. I desperately needed answers and he just replied my first attempted question with a question.

”I really like your company, but I noticed you don like mine. Im going to try my best to make you feel free with me, ” he muttered after wiping his lips.

”Remember we are celebrating our marriage tonight and its going to be a memorable night. ” He stood up to leave the dining; I looked up at him, and couldn believe I was his legal wife now.

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