It's late, so why is there someone at my door right now? I groaned and walked to the door in my short pyjamas and had my hair in a high ponytail
"What!" I swag the door open and saw the one and only Mr. Mendes
"Nice to see you to my wife. You look fairly well" he chuckled me out
"Don't call me that!" I snappe
"But you are my wife, I rather like this outfit of yours" i glared and tried to shut the door but he put his foot there "now, is it nice to lock your husband out of our house?"
"Wait a minute! This isn't our house! This is my house so I'd rather you leave" I'm tired and I also have work tomorrow morning
"But we are married. So everything that's yours is mine, and everything that's mine is yours. So this penthouse is ours" he smiled
"Wait a second. When did this happen?"
"When you married me. Now can you let your dear husband in?" I glared and moved out the way as he walked inside "nice place you have here wife"
"Listen. We may be married on paper but that doesn't mean shit to me! I'm not your wife so stop calling me that" I yelled watching him smirk. Than he started laughing "um, what the hell is funny?" I crossed my arms shifting from oh leg to another
"Your cute when your mad"
"No I'm not!" I hate when people say dumb shit to me when I'm either annoyed or mad "you know what, whatever man. I have work tomorrow sleep on the couch or the guest room is over there" turning around and walking to my room making sure to lock my room door. I don't trust this man
••
My morning start with music, and ends with music. I wake up shower singing to music, than I get my make up on and my outfit and then sing while I'm cooking
Swaying my hips to this song which I love by the way because I love Prince Royce. I also know Jennifer Lopez's part of the song
"Tu me dejas sin aire Tu me tienes a mi like Oh my gosh, oh my gosh oh mama Esto no tiene nombre yeah!, Say it over and over Oh my gosh, oh my gosh oh mama" I cooked my eggs while i danced around the kitchen
"You speak fluent Spanish?" I nearly jumped out of my skin. Turning around I saw Spencer leaned up and looking at me with amusement
"What the fuck!" I put my hand over my chest because it was racing heart. He laughed and I glared at him "what is funny!"
"You, your really good at doing the salsa. You'll have to teach me"
"Well no shit I am. I was raised with my Abuela and extremely Latina family. We go to parties every weekend" I rolled my eyes and put my food on the plate
"Wow, I knew you were Mexican but not that Mexian"
"I'm not Mexican!" I snapped. I hate it that everyone thinks people that speak Spanish are from Mexico
"You speak Spanish no?"
"I'm from Peru!" I snapped
"Ohhh. Well you look nice"
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"Thanks! Anyways I'm going to work, I left my left overs in the pot of your hungry" I grabbed my bag and my cell phone, before I could walk he grabbed my arms
"Let me drive you" he demanded
"No! I don't need you to drive me. It's bad that your staying at 'MY' house I don't need you driving me!" I tried to pull my arm away but he tightened his grip as his eyes darkened
"I'm driving my 'Wife' to work" I looked at the coffee table and saw my car keys. I guess he saw my look and we both dived for it. Of course me being 5'4 didn't help me at all so he grabbed them and I glared
"Now, lets go we wouldn't want wifeys being late for work now would we?" He smiled and raised his eyebrow perfectly at me
I sighed and walked behind him to the door
"Also, this is 'OUR' this will also be 'OUR' house no matter what you say" he smiled and continued to walk as I locked the door. We walked out to the garage and there was his jet black Range Rover
"You like my ride?" He asked snapping me out of my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and got in the car. It was a really nice car, I have a jet back Mercedes G-Class and that's my baby
We drove in silence
"What time do you finish work" he asked as I un buckled my seatbelt
"No I don't need you to come get me!" I snapped
"What! Why? You won't have a ri-"
"No! I can get a ride from Michel-"
"Michel? I don't won't my wife around other males. That's inappropriate!" He snapped
"To bad" I got out the car and shut the door walking into my office
•Lunch•
"Umm Rena?" I heard Mellisa my co-worker walked into my office and looked confused
"Yea? What's wrong?" I asked looking up from my scratching
"There is this man. He's super cute, super handsome, he says that he's your husband" you've got to he kidding me. I smacked my head down on the table. I heard the door shut and her heels walking towards me "what does he mean by husband?" She raised her brow. Signing I ran a hand threw my hair
"I'm a married. Got married in Vegas that's that" I got up and walked to the door "I'll be right back" I walked out my office and took the elevator downstairs to the lobby. I spotted him talking with the door man
"There you are. We were just talking about you" Spencer said as I walked up to them. I grinned my teeth and smiled at Wilson
"Really! Let's go to my office to talk!" I walked away before he could answer and I heard his footsteps following me. When we stepped out of the elevator we bumped into Melissa
"Melissa Spencer, Spencer Melissa, let's go!" We continued to walk and we walked into my office and I shut the door. Turning around to glare at him
"What are you going here!" I snapped
"Bringing my wife lunch. Didn't know it was a crime" he's so annoying
"No! You can't just show up at my job Spencer. People are gonna start to think that we're together!" I snapped earning a chuckle out of him
"We are together. In fact we're married" I groaned
"Just leave and don't come back!" I snapped "I'm getting a ride to MY house after work so I don't need you" yes it was harsh but it's that truth. I don't need him messing up my life right nowadays
