Chapter 8

‘Cook for him?’

I am searching for information on how wives should please their husbands, and all of it leads to things that I'm not used to doing. I can't even cook. I don't know how to make coffee or anything. There were tasks like preparing his clothes before he goes to work, and those are things I think I can manage.

“What are you doing?”

“I will prepare your things. I already told them to make coffee for you.”

That's the least I can do because I don't want him to be stressed early in the morning if his coffee isn't made perfectly. A good cup of coffee can fuel him throughout the day, which is why I asked them to prepare it instead of me.

“I can manage it. You don't have to worry about it. You are not here for that,” he said directly, then looked at the closet. “I don't allow anyone to walk inside my closet. You can do other things, like preparing for yourself, as we are both working.”

He doesn't allow anyone inside? But Tamara is an exception, right?

“Okay. Then I shall leave you and do my routine.”

I was a bit hurt, but I chose to give him a smile before walking out of his room.

I got what I wanted, right? I already have him as my husband. We have a deal. He will do everything to save the company, and I will be here to provide for his needs. I am here because he needed a wife for the business.

For someone to finally be called a successful businessman, he needs a wife to help him strengthen his status. I am here to represent to the world that he is successful, whether in business or in life.

Someone was reporting in front of us. We were having a conference meeting for something I don't even know. I tried to listen and understand, but all I did was nod when they looked at me. After that, I would be in my world, spacing out.

I didn't even feel Alexander's presence beside me. I only realized it when someone put a hand on my lap while the meeting was ongoing. I saw some heads turning in our direction. They were puzzled but didn't voice it out.

Missy glanced at me for a second and then focused back in front.

“What are you doing here?”

Alexander focused in front, but his hand was still on my lap. He chose to ignore me instead of answering my question. The meeting finally ended, and I didn't even understand the whole thing! What am I doing?

They eventually left, leaving me and Alexander.

“I shall leave you two,” Missy said, then walked out of the room.

The room suddenly felt so hot. I think Alexander felt it too. His hand was moving on my lap. I sighed and looked at him. His serious eyes were on me. “What?”

He laughed at me and shook his head. If I didn't know him, I could say he's a psycho for laughing without reason.

“Did you hear what I said earlier?” he asked. The smile still hadn't left his face. Why does he look and sound so happy? What did he say earlier? Did he mention it during the meeting or what?

“Sorry. I was too preoccupied with something earlier.”

I don't know what I was thinking, but I was emotionally absent earlier. I feel so out of my mind. There's something in me that I don't understand, but there are a lot of questions in my head about him and Tamara.

I know I shouldn't let it affect my work, but I can't stop myself.

“I put your father's office under renovation. I will be the one who will occupy his office.”

He's doing what? Did I hear him correctly? I wanted to object, but there's nothing I can do because this was what I wanted in the first place. “So, you were announcing something earlier?”

“You are right, my dear wife.”

I was about to ask him about it, but we were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“I still have another meeting. I shall see you at home.”

He planted a kiss on my lips before leaving. It was too sudden, and I wasn't expecting it. That never crossed my mind. I thought he would just leave without doing anything. I unconsciously put my hand on my heart.

I can feel it beating so fast.

What is this feeling?

“Who's cooking?” I asked the chef when I saw him on his phone, but I could sense that someone was using the kitchen because of its smell.

I arrived late because I was kind of busy. There were many papers on my table that needed my approval. I heard from Missy that Alexander went to a bar after work. He was with someone, maybe his flavor of the night.

“Good evening, Ma'am. Ms. Tamara's cooking for Mr. Alexander.”

“Is Alexander already here?”

He shook his head in response. “Ms. Tamara cooks for Mr. Alexander sometimes when she's available.”

Oh... how sweet of her then. Acting like a wife.

“Okay, thanks. I will be in my room. Tell Alexander when he's home that I am busy and I don't want to be disturbed. I have already eaten.”

Thankfully, I passed by a drive-thru earlier. I was hungry and was craving a burger on the way home. I only ate a burger; I don't think it will be enough, but I can eat later if I'm hungry. Thankfully, I won't have to fake a smile while having dinner with them. I will sleep peacefully tonight.

The first thing I did when I went into my room was clean myself. It was a bit hectic for me because I didn't have presence of mind earlier, but thank God, I survived it.

I should thank Alexander for putting a bathtub inside my bathroom. I liked it. I spent an hour soaking myself. I almost fell asleep. It was so relaxing that nothing crossed my mind aside.

All I thought about while having a bath was building a pastry shop.

I have always wanted to do it since then. I don't have enough knowledge and experience. I rarely baked, but I find baking a therapeutic way to escape reality.

My parents were so supportive of my passion. When I was five years old, they enrolled me in some baking classes. I was happy with everything, but something happened that made me stop.

It was too bad that every time I remember it, I can't help but blame myself for everything that had happened.

I got out of the tub and wore a robe to cover my naked body. I did my skincare after before I heard my stomach growling.

The time on the table tells me that they must have been done an hour ago. It’s already 10 in the evening. There’s no reason for them to be at the dining table.

I put on clothes that are comfortable to wear.

My room is a bit far. I have to pass by one vacant room and Alexander’s room before I can finally go downstairs.

There were foods left, but I chose to cook noodles on my own. It’s an instant noodles. I know this is not healthy, but I can’t swallow my pride eating Tamara’s cooking, even though she has done nothing wrong to me.

I don’t like her. I don’t like her vibes. There’s something about her that tells me she is not good to be around.

It’s not even helping that she knows how to cook food! She can definitely attract any man with her beauty and whatever skills she has. I'm insecure because she cooks well. That's all. Nothing more.

It took me almost 10 minutes to finally finish eating my noodles.

While walking towards my room, I heard someone moaning in pleasure. The hell? I looked at Alexander’s room and saw a little gap in the door. I am sure it was properly closed earlier when I went downstairs.

Why is it a bit open now?

Tamara’s voice was too loud. It was kind of annoying to hear her moan. I can hear bodies crashing into each other. I am sure they are doing something.

Really? That’s the reward he will give her after eating her food?

Instead of leaving them, I waited outside Alexander’s room. When they were almost reaching climax, an evil thought suddenly appeared in my mind.

I knocked on the door and opened it. I left it open but I didn’t walk inside. I don’t want to see something nasty. I don’t want to throw up. The noodles I had were worth keeping inside my tummy.

“What is it?”

I was puzzled when Alexander appeared in front of me. He looked pretty good standing in front of me without a shirt. His abs were basically too much in my eyes.

Wait? Are they done already?

“Sorry… Am I interrupting something?” I asked him. His look doesn’t look like he just had sex. I think he is still fresh from the bathroom, judging from the water dripping from his rocky body. He surely just got out from the shower.

He raised his brows at me.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing… I thought you were having—-“

I was cut off by someone inside his room. “Who’s at the door? Maya?” Tamara asked. Alexander didn’t answer her and was intently looking at me. What? Why is he looking at me like that?

“Then… I will leave you two,” I said, then I was about to leave when he suddenly held my hand.

“I will be sleeping with you tonight. I am craving for your body,” he whispered the last sentence. “Don’t lock your door. I’ll be there in a minute.”

What?

What does he mean by that? He will have sex with me after having sex with Tamara? Or I was wrong?