Mother and daughter talked about how luxurious the home was and how tiring it would be to keep this home cleaned with all the detailed chores. A two-bedroom house with a single bath, living, dining, and kitchen was a lot to handle for them. Blake just let them talk, paying them no mind as he looked at the home smiling.
“I don’t know. We could get someone to come once a week and take care of the home. What do you think, mother?”
“Why spend unwanted money when we have someone right here? We’ll give him an allowance to pay the utilities and groceries for the week. He can take care of the cleaning and cooking himself.”
“You’re right; it would be better and cheaper to have him do it. He could at least show some worth.”
While the mother and daughter had made up their mind that Blake would be the one responsible for the chores, he went into the most oversized bedroom to have a look. Only then did Claire notice that he had left them and went into the bedroom, so she followed him in.
“Hey, what are you doing? This room will be for my mother and me, and you will not be allowed here, do you understand?” Claire scolded him with her arms on her chest.
“Claire dear, I don’t think that will be possible. The mother needs her privacy. Why don’t you take the next room, and he takes the couch?”
Blake had seen the couch, at least the most petite sofa he had ever seen, so he protested right then and there.
“Are you both out of your minds? I will not be staying on the couch. If anything, I will share my room with my wife, just as it’s meant to be.”
“You, you. How dare you think of staying in the same room as me.” Claire protested at the very thought of sharing a room with a stranger.
“Well, I guess I will have to inform grandfather that this will not work, and mom will have to move out.”
“Move out? I’m not going to leave you alone with my daughter in the same home, and I’m certainly not allowing you to sleep in the same room as her!” Julie also protested against the very idea.
“Well, I don’t see any way around it, she’s my wife, and it’s only natural to sleep in the same room.”
“Okay, Claire, you will be sleeping with mom from now on.” Julie reluctantly folded, for the idea of him sleeping with her daughter was just unheard of for her.
So that was how their first night went. Mother and daughter didn’t sleep in the same area in their large family estate, so she did not know that her mother could snore so loudly and powerfully. Claire thought the roof would have fallen in if given a chance, so she didn’t sleep well that first night in the home together. On the other hand, Blake had a very peaceful sleep due to the soundproof walls.
The following day, Blake got up before daybreak, went into the spacious backyard, started exercising, cleaned himself up, started the chores for the day, and got breakfast ready for the two women and himself. He had lived alone for a long time, became quite familiar with the kitchen, and was a decent cook. When the two women finally arrived, they looked at the meal in front of them and drooled as the meal gave off a great aroma.
“What’s this then?” Asked Julie as she tried to hide her salivation and anticipation of the food in front of her.
“It should be called breakfast,” Blake replied as he started to grab some of the food for himself.
“I know what it’s called. I didn’t know that you could cook,” Julie answered him in a condescending tone.
“I learned when I left home. Please have a seat and begin before it gets cold.”
Julie and Claire sat down and didn’t say a word as they ate their meal. They both looked at one another, and a faint smile was seen on both faces. It was the best meal that they had ever tasted. Even the top chefs in the estate couldn’t compare to Blake.
When it was done, they didn’t even praise him for breakfast, and they just got up and walked away, leaving the dishes to him. After taking the plates to the kitchen and washing them, he got ready for work.
“And, where do you think you’re going?” Julie asked as she sat on the couch looking at the television, flipping the channels.
“I’m going to work; I still have a job, you know.”
“Humph, some job you have, why don’t you quit and stay here and take care of the house.” She said, not looking off the television program she had decided on.
“That won’t do. I still need the work to compensate for the utilities and groceries, and what you two allowed is not enough.” Blake then walked out, not looking back at Julie.
“Where is Blake going?” Claire asked as she left her and her mother’s room seeing the back of Blake as he walked out of the house.
“He said to work, can you believe that? He claims we don’t give him enough allowance for the house.”
“Well, it’ll just help with finances. Just let it be. For now, I’m off to the company. Love you, mom.”
Claire then kissed her mom on the cheek and headed out.
A week had passed just like that, but you could see the fatigue on Claire’s face from not getting enough sleep, and she made a decision. She had to get to the other room. After dinner, Blake cleaned the kitchen and dishes while Claire made arrangements in the other room. When Blake returned to his room, he was surprised to see Claire sitting on the bed and a quilt and pillow on the floor.
“You will sleep on the floor while I sleep on the bed. If you have any ulterior motives towards me, I warn you I will not hesitate to kill you.”
Hatred could be seen coming from Claire’s eyes as she spoke.
“So, what made you decide to sleep here with me?” Blake asked as he headed towards the makeshift bed.
“It doesn’t concern you, just know I will not hesitate to kill you if you touch me.”
“I promise you it is the furthest thing in my mind to touch you, princess. Why would I anyway.”
Hearing this from Blake made her even madder at him. How dare he think he’s more than a dog to her? She then calmed down and lay in the bed. Blake took the light off, got under his quilt, and laid down when the door bursts open, and Julie ran in.
“Claire, why are you in here? Get out this instant!” Julie realized that her daughter was not in the room with her when she decided to go to bed and ran into Blake’s room in a panic.
“Mom, I’m sorry, but I can’t do it anymore. You snore too loudly, and I can’t get any rest.”
“Snore, I don’t snore. How could you say such a thing in front of a stranger?”
“Mom, go to bed. I have the situation under control. Blake will sleep on the floor while I have the bed. See, he’s over there, and I have a deterrent in case he has any ideas.” Claire pulled a rather large kitchen knife from under her pillow.
Julie saw this was how it was. Still glaring at Blake, she left them be, returning to her room.
“You know you can be at ease. When I said I would not touch you, I meant it, so rest easy,” Blake said to Claire when everything had settled down for the night.
“Humph.” That was all the reply he received. Claire couldn’t believe that what he said was the truth. Wasn’t he a man? Didn’t she tempt him at all?
The night went on, and they both slumbered, and it was the first time Claire had slept peacefully since she arrived. Blake got up the following day, got into his daily routine, and it continued like this for the three strangers living under the same roof.
In a flash, a year and eleven months had passed. A pandemic had taken over the nation in twenty-twenty, and many had suffered. The small business was significantly impacted, and so was the entertainment business. Dynamic Entertainment was at a significant loss during that year. The company can barely make ends meet, even with the twenty-twenty-one recovery this year. George called a great meeting for the company, and everyone was in the conference room. Claire was sitting at the back while Quinton and his son Henry were seated on both sides of George, with the remaining board members sitting around the table. “Okay, I won’t beat around the bush here. It was brought to my attention that we’re in a deficit of thirty million dollars, and there will be trouble with the new regulations out there right now. Any ideas on where we can get more investors for the company.” No one said anything but looked around with concern on their faces. Whispers were heard throughout the meeting room, but
“How are we out? I just bought some two days ago?” Regretting it the moment he said it. “That was two days ago. Do you want me to starve? Listen, if my daughter didn’t marry you, you wouldn’t be able to eat what we are eating in your lifetime. Get some steaks. I’m now in the mood for steak.” “Yes, mom, I just finished. I’ll run by and grab some steak for tonight.” It was all he could do to answer her. “Humph.” That was all she replied when she hung up. Blake could only smile as he looked at his phone and put it away. He went to his car and drove to Elon Delivery Services for his daily pay, or getting steaks for his wife and mother-in-law would have been troublesome. With the bit of money his wife supplies him each week, he had to depend on his pay to accommodate their desired food and daily upkeep. Arriving, he gave his pleasantries to Sara, received his pay without delay, and left for the grocery store. Coming home, he saw his mother-in-law on the couch watching her program. He
“Don’t you talk to my daughter like that? You should be grateful that she can tolerate the slop you feed us daily.” Julie had said from the couch, watching her program. “I’ll go washup,” Blake replied as he headed to the bathroom to shower off the day’s work. “Humph, the nerve of him, how could he talk to you like that? I will give him a piece of my mind when he gets out.” “Mom, don’t bother. Once trash, always trash. Just let it go, and I’m not in the mood right now.” Blake finished cleaning up and headed into his and Claire’s room for the night. He had to sleep on the floor for almost two years while she slept on the bed with a knife under her pillow. He could hear his wife tell her mother that she would wash up and head to bed. A half-hour later, he listened to his wife open the door, get into bed, check for her security, and finally fall asleep. The following day, Blake starts his routine like clockwork and chores and makes breakfast for the two women. When it’s finished, he
“Well, you better get into the game and watch for Claire. We both know she’s better than you, but she’s still just a woman. The old man surely will not give the CEO position to a woman, so you better perk up and see what you can do.” Quinton exclaimed back as he slapped the desk, startling Henry back up. “Dad, I don’t understand. How can we allow her to lead a team to Elon Trust’s investment? She already tarnishes the family by marrying that trash delivery guy.” Henry asked, still holding onto his aching head. “Well, weren’t you the one who insisted that she and her department take up the challenge?” “It wanted to humiliate her. How can anyone get to see Mr. Wheaton, much less invest with Elon Trust? Now, she will make the company look bad and make the family a laughing stock.” “Well, it’s too late now. Everyone knows we are seeking an investment with Elon Trust, and she’s now our only hope.” Quinton said as he turned towards the door, leaving Henry to ponder his mistake. Quinton
Tabitha got into his car with all smiles looking upon her new brother. The drive was not long, and their conversation surmised her life at the college and how she lived in the dorm without any breaks during the pandemic, almost like they were in prison. No one could leave or enter the campus; it was in total lockdown. When they arrived, Tabitha quickly got out of the car, ran to the door, and let herself in while Blake lagged, carrying her bags. Entering the home, Blake saw Tabitha hugging her mother and kissing her face like a child would do when they hadn’t been home for a while. “Girl, will you calm yourself down. You’re behaving like a little girl. Who would guess that you are twenty this year.” “Oh, mom, I just missed you so much. That school kept us cooped up for practically all year, and I couldn’t come to visit you or my sister. I even missed my brother and sister’s wedding. How unfair is that.” “What are you gapping about? What brother are you talking about? This piece of
“What do you know? You’re just a kid. When will you grow up? This marriage is a farce. There is no love whatsoever, and there will never be.” Claire had flared up and explained. Listening to her sister’s explanation, it sounded like she never gave him a chance and was too stubborn to see his good qualities. Tabitha felt sorry for Blake for enduring the hardship her mother and sister had put him through. “Well, if you don’t want him, I guess I will have to take him. I see a lot of potential in Blake, and I believe he will prove both of you wrong and do great things in the future.” Both mother and sister looked at each other and laughed, not only for what she had said but also for being a naive child. “Oh, Tabby, what nonsense. I don’t believe that man can ever amount to anything other than being a deliveryman and work the rest of his life doing just that, once trash always trash,” Claire stated. “I agree. He will always be trash.” Stated her mother to Tabitha. Just then, the door
“Well, for one, you never asked, and second I don’t boast of my military background.” Blake was annoyed at them, not believing he was in the military. So, he took out his old private rank ID from the army and handed it to his mother-in-law. She looked at the card and handed it over to Claire without saying a word. Being in the military was indeed a big thing for these women, and they were patriots, after all. “So that’s why you were able to trounce Steve. No wonder you know how to fight so well.” Claire stated while handing her husband’s card back to him. “Steve, who’s Steve, and why did brother fight with him?” “Steve is my fian… the heir of the Anderson family. He wanted to marry me also, got into a fight after I married Blake.” “Sounds like a dick to me, trying to get you after you’re married. He doesn’t have any honor or morals like my brother here, and you’re better off for what I can see.” “You’re not to slander Steve. He’s way better than this trash in front of me, and h
Blake drove for two hours and arrived at his destination; it was still early in the night when he arrived at a large manor. He slowly pulled to the gate and waited for the guard to come out of the small guard shack. The guard came to him and asked for his purpose. “Please inform the headmaster that Blake Elon has arrived and wishes an audience.” “Please wait right here. I shall inform them now.” The guard rushed into the building and made a direct line call to the main building. “The young master has arrived; he wishes to see the headmaster.” Waiting for confirmation, the guard finally walked back to Blake and waved him through the large iron gate that squeaked as it opened up for him. Blake continues to drive to the main entrance. Lightly tapping Tabitha, she awakens from her sleep. “We’re here. Let’s head out.” “Hugh, oh, yeah, okay.” Tabitha unknowingly looks out the car window and is greeted by an older person standing next to it, opening the car door for her. Gliding out