Fourteen

It has been a week since we began living together. Mentally feels like it’s more than a year already, as the days past have been the longest I’ve been in. It's been long. I’d say sixty-two hours a day felt more accurate.

In the past week, Keenan had taken it upon himself to make us anything but close. He’s hired three maids, one of which is my helper and he said that like I was an invalid, two professional chefs, three gardeners, two drivers and four security men. He never for once did he ask for my consent to everything he did, well at first I didn’t want to give him any advice, but he didn’t listen when I tried to later on.

He banned me from coming to the office, which is understandable because I hate the whole idea of working under my husband. But not only did he ban me from coming to the office, he also banned me from looking for another job and when I tried arguing with him, he told me it was part of the prenup I signed. I demanded to see