HIRE A HUSBAND

WadeI noticed her because she was not looking at me. No sneaking glances, fake shy smiles, or playing hard to get like the rest of the female clientele here were doing. She just wasn’t interested. That was what caught my attention. She would be the first one who was not staring. Even some men were staring at me, too. as though they were trying to place my face where they knew me from because I look oddly familiar to them. They were in suits, so that could be true. This bar caters to the rich-working class, the directors and high-ranking staffs across different companies. So their choice of fashion, fashion, which is business casual or just straight business, seems to be right in line. The only odd one here is the girl who was not looking at me. She was wearing a floral sundress.The one who was drinking whiskey like it was water. “She is going to get herself sick if she continues like that.” The real bartender, Allen, who was a sort of like a hybrid between my friend and emp

WadeTwo months and I have been living in this hell hole. No matter how many thousand square foot this house occupies, in my own opinion, it is too small to contain four sets of couples. Or rather, not enough to contain me, my wife and her family who happen to be among the vilest of the worst of people I have ever come in contact with. Although everybody turns sweet when the patriarch of the family and the owner of the company comes to visit. If this was a real marriage, I would put my foot down and have Maria and me live elsewhere, far away from her toxic family. Then again, if this was a real marriage, I would also not let half the things they do to her reach her. Then Maria would know that I have the power and status to protect her but I would have to explain to her how and why I kept it from her. I never planned that she would continue to think that I am nothing but a bartender for two months. I thought that I could tell her the truth but it gets harder the more time goes by

WadeI was in the room, patiently waiting for Maria to come back and explain to me what the fuck had happened while I was gone. And how the hell she was being transferred out of the headquarters. This was a race and if she still wanted to be in on it, she needed to be at the headquarters. I know that Maria had a tendency of wanting the best out of the whole company which is her passion but this is going a little too far. And especially not a time like this damn it! And did she have to give her work to Cynthia? I have a special dislike for her, ever since she spat into my coffee. I had only taken a small sip but it was enough to make me throw up. I didn’t throw up because of her saliva but because her intentions and memories were enough to make me eject all the contents in my stomach. And now, I was slowly working myself into an anxious worry. This wouldn’t do. I stood up and moved to the door, ready to find Maria and drag her back in here for her explanation when the door hand

WadeIt was a long day trying to keep up with the act or the life that allowed me to bag a wife. As a woman I am slowly coming to admire because of her redeeming qualities, there was this kind of pain knowing that everything was crumbling for her. Then, there was only so much I could do as a husband. There's one thing for sure: I was willing to bring down hell if it meant being everyone to their senses. I came home tired from wearing a mask that seemed to be fading every time. At least, I came to be with her, and for a moment, the weight lifted up my shoulders. While brainstorming new ways to help my wife, who is too nice, I was looking everywhere for her. I checked the bed room, but she wasn't there, nor was she in the shower like I expected her to be. After the wake-up call I had given her, I wasn't expecting her to talk much because I knew just how disoriented she might be. I checked the kitchen, which was so unlikely, but it couldn't hurt to try. I sighed.I stopped one of the m

WadeI was still thinking of the kiss when I left the house. While drawing myself into every savoury kiss I had initiated, a clear picture of the both of us interrupted my vision. I could see the both of us as kids, holding out to each other like our lives depended on it. Still, I have been racking my brain and wondering where I might have met her in the past. There was no memory of her that might have been locked away in my head. I had not met her before that. It begged the question: Where did the imagery of us come from?That was the was the question I had been asking myself on my way to work. This new job that she had suffered so much humiliation for. I knew just how much I needed to keep up with everything; that was why I had to take it. The cruelty of everyone in that house made it very difficult to stay in character. The reason I wanted to speak to her was to at least get some clarity and apologise for shutting her up that way. Although it meant something more for me, It was a