15. TASTE MY SOUP
Tina resumed work early that morning, but Lena didn't let her cook for Darian. She was mad at her husband but she still wanted to cook for him. She saw how badly he was bleeding the night before and she wanted to be sure she made some soup she believed healed bleeding.
"Ma'am, this is my job." Tina protested, not letting Lena wear the apron. "I have five meals to prepare today. Just let me do it please." She begged Lena.
"No, you don't have to worry. I will make sure he eats the soup I cook." Lena tied the apron around her neck. "Tell me, don't you feel it's stressful to prepare five meals every day?" She asked Tina.
"No, it isn't. I have been doing this for years and besides, the pay is good. I don't have a reason to complain. It helps me pay my college fees too." She smiled.
"You attend college?" Lena paused, taking some seconds to process Tina's words. If she attended college and was still working as Darian's maid, when did she have the time to herself? She smiled, but not fully.
"I just gained admission into college. The boss doesn't know about it yet though." Tina smiled innocently. Lena wiggled her head as she stared at Tina. She was determined and focused, she thought to herself.
"How long have you been working for Darian?" Lena set the ingredients she would be needing for the butternut squash soup on the counter.
"Since I was little ma'am, he helped my parents and took me as his maid. We used to be two and I was the youngest." Tina smiled, assisting Lena to slice the onions.
"Good. So, what can you say about the boss? I mean how can you describe him?" She questioned. Flashing back to what happened the night before when he had come back from the place he went to. How cold he acted towards her, she had expected him to at least carry her to the bed, but she was so disappointed to wake up and find herself curled up in a corner of their bedroom.
"I don't know too much about him, ma'am." Tina bowed her head in reverence. "All I do is cook his food, clean his house and leave after that. We don't talk much unless it's necessary, but if I am to judge, I will say he's cold, talks less, and doesn't care what people have to say."
"Selfish, huh?" She looked at Tina.
"No, ma'am. I would never call my boss selfish but he just doesn't care about people's opinions." Tina rephrased her words, hoping Lena wouldn't get mad at her.
"I understand what you mean. It's been three weeks with him and I still don't understand who he is." Lena heaved a long exasperated sigh. "So, I do understand when you talk about his ambiguous characters."
"Hmm, was it an arranged marriage?" Tina had already asked before she realized the gravity of her words. "I am sorry ma'am, this shouldn't be my business." She bowed her head. Lena laughed, shaking her head, she set all she needed, and discussed other things with Tina, but never answered her question.
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The bedroom was void when Lena got in. She left him sleeping on the bed but he wasn't there anymore, she figured he would be in the study or his office. She went to the office and luckily, she found him there. The door was left ajar, she pushed it open slowly. His eyes were on the computer screen, a pair of glasses perched at the bridge of his nose. He looked incredibly handsome, like he was too perfect to be real.
Lena cleared her throat and walked in with her hands folded around her chest.
Darian raised his head to take a look at her.
"You must be wondering what I want or if I'd ever talk to you after what you did last night, but don't worry I don't hold grudges." She settled down on the armchair in front of him. "How's your arm?" She asked him.
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Romance"Tell me, what was I doing to your body last night?" He gingerly kneaded his finger around her core and a moan left her lips, he was torturing her. She didn't like that. "You were touching me like this," she cried out when Darian thrust his fingers...
