Vincent Sterling, 35 years old..My perfectly smooth brow crinkles in frustration, and my jaw tenses as I fight to suppress the irritation that boils within me toward my new wife. Ever since I met her, she seems to always know how to push my buttons. Right now, here she is, rolling around in sheets like a weirdo.My frustration deepens as I watch her seemingly carefree antics. "What the hell are you doing?""These sheets are so soft! I want to be wrapped in them like a burrito. What's the thread count on these bad boys?" she asks."What is wrong with her?" I mutter, my tone a mix of disbelief and annoyance.She giggles, seemingly amused at my reaction. "Come on, Hubby, it's so cozy! Join me!"I clench my jaw. "Don't call me Hubby.""What am I supposed to call you then? Daddy?" she asks."Vincent, just call me Vincent. Now get up. You are acting like a fool," I order."No. I think I will call you Daddy since you are old enough to be my Sugar Daddy. Also, I think I will take a nap now,"
Sarah "Are you almost done getting ready?" I hear Vincent yell and giggle to myself. I am taking my time, slowly getting dressed just to piss him off. He said something about dinner, and I am guessing he meant some type of fancy dinner since he likes to show off his money. So, I purposely dressed down. Way down. "What the hell are you wearing?" he barks angrily, just as I predicted. "What do you mean?" I ask innocently as he eyes me up and down. I decided to wear my cropped t-shirt with short shorts that were ripped at the bottom. I figured since he called me a teenager, I might as well dress like one. Vincent's frustration is palpable as he stands there, staring at me with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. I can't help but revel in the satisfaction of getting under his skin. It can become a little game between us – his attempt to control everything and my silent rebellion. "You can't wear that," he grumbles, clearly irritated. I flash him a mischievous grin. "Why not? I j
Sarah"Um...I am sorry, Jared, but I can't talk right now. I have to go," I say quickly and try to walk away, but Jared stops me."Hang on a minute, Sarah. I've been calling and texting you, but you haven't replied. Why have you been avoiding me? I thought we were best friends," Jared says. He looks hurt and I feel a twinge of guilt.I have been avoiding him because I couldn't bear to tell him that I was being shipped off to some strange man by my own father. It's so damn humiliating!"I have been busy," I say lamely."Busy? Come on, Sarah. I know you are lying. Just tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help," Jared says."What's going on here?"My heart jumps as I hear Vincent's deep voice. Where did he come from? "Nothing is going on. I was just walking back to the table," I say hurriedly.Jared looks from me to Vincent, confusion etched on his face. Vincent's expression is unreadable, but there's a hint of possessiveness in his gaze."Sarah, who is this?" Vincent asks, his tone firm.
SarahThe next day, I decided to explore Vincent's mansion a bit. It is supposed to be my home now, too, after all.I ran into a woman dusting the shelves, so that became my first stop."Hi!" I chirp.The woman turns around and smiles. "Hello, Mrs. Sterling. I am Jennifer.""Yuck, don't call me Mrs. Sterling. My name is Sarah. Keep that Satan Spawn's name off of me," I say and make a face.Jennifer laughs. "Satan Spawn? Are you talking about Vincent? Oh, come on, he is not that bad.""Not bad? Give me a break. I've been in this house for one day and a half, and I already want to throw myself out of the window. But enough about me. What do you do here, Jennifer?" I ask."A little bit of everything. I have been with the Sterling family for a long time, so Vincent's father sent me here to work after he decided to move out," Jennifer says."Ah, so are you like a Butler?" I ask.Jennifer smiles. "Something like that. And now I am in charge of taking care of you. If you ever need anything,
Sarah"Oh my god! You have to get this dress, Sarah," Sophia chirps as she points at the mannequin wearing a red dress.I look at the dress that Sophia is enthusiastically pointing at. It's a vibrant red, flowing gown that seems to catch everyone's attention in the store."Hmm, it's nice," I say, studying it.Sophia grins. "Nice? It's more than nice. It's stunning! Imagine wearing this to one of Vincent's events. You'll be the talk of the town."I raise an eyebrow. "That's not exactly what I'm aiming for."Sophia nudges me playfully. "Come on, live a little. Besides, Vincent will appreciate the effort. Trust me, he notices these things.""Him noticing me is the opposite of what I want," I say, frowning.Sophia giggles. "Okay. Maybe you will be noticed by someone who will rescue you from Vincent and you two will ride off to the sunset."Did I mention I like this chick?"Fine, let's add it to the pile. But I'm not turning into a Sterling Barbie doll," I relent"Don't worry, you won't. N
SarahI slowly turn around, planning to tiptoe out of here. I feel like I heard something I shouldn't have, even though I barely heard anything."Who is out there?"I halt. How can he know through the closed door? It is made of thick wood!I take two more steps, contemplating if I should run."Sarah?"Dammit...how does he know!?"Get in here, NOW!" he demands.I find myself slowly turning around as I don't have the guts to defy his commanding tone. I creak open the door and step into his study.Vincent's piercing gaze bore into me as he demands, "What were you up to out there, Sarah?"My heart skips a beat as I bite my lower lip, unable to look away from his piercing stare. And wait, when did he start wearing glasses? Suddenly, my asshole husband looks more like a hot and irresistible professor."Sarah?" he repeats, his voice firm.I blink, snapping back to reality. "Oh, I, um, I was just meditating.""Meditating...outside my study?" Vincent asks and gives me a blank stare."Yes. The
Vincent"I need you to keep an eye on Sarah," I tell Nathan after we regroup in the study.Nathan raises his eyebrows. "Didn't you just asked her to stay away from me, Vincent?""I asked her not to get so friendly with you. But I expect you to watch her. Make sure she stays out of trouble. I already caught her eavesdropping today," I say grimly.Nathan leans against the study's mahogany desk, crossing his arms casually. "Eavesdropping? The girl just got here."I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I know, and that's what worries me. She's getting too curious. The last thing I want is her stumbling into something she shouldn't."Nathan smirks knowingly. "You mean stumbling into your secrets?"I shoot him a sharp look. "Don't play games, Nate. Just keep an eye on her discreetly."Nathan nods, his expression serious. "Consider it done. I'll make sure she stays out of trouble and away from anything she shouldn't be involved in."I give him a firm nod in return. "Good."Nathan frowns. "
Sarah"Where would you like me to plant the sunflowers, Miss?" Jose asks me."Oh, how about planting the sunflowers near the edge of the garden, close to the veranda? I think they'll look lovely there," I chirp.Jose nods, a warm smile on his face. "Certainly, Miss. I will purchase the seeds today.""Oh, I am so excited! Do you mind if I plant them myself?" I ask.Jose's smile widens, and he nods in agreement. "Of course. You can do whatever you like and it would be my pleasure to help you with the planting when needed."Excitement bubbles inside me as I think about the prospect of planting the sunflowers myself."Thank you, Jose! I think it'll be a fun little project for us," I say with enthusiasm.Jose bows slightly. "I look forward to it, Miss. Sunflowers are a wonderful addition to any garden, and I'm sure they will thrive under your care.""By the way, is it just me, or has Nathan been standing there and staring at us the whole time?" I whisper.Jose glances discreetly in Nathan'