My Contract Husband: One More Day

  I woke up and started feeling pains right inside my chest, not only the pain but I started loosing breath. This was the first time I was having the feeling in my life. I walked out slowly to the living room and everywhere was clean already. Caleb my house help had finished doing what he does best. A smile ran across my face as I saw everywhere spackling clean. I headed to the kitchen and saw Linda as she kept herself busy in the kitchen.   “What are you making this early morning?’’ I asked her and she turn and greeted me and then replied, ”Ma, I said lemme prepare fried rice today’’ she replied .   “fried rice? This early morning?’’ You don’t have to be stressing yourself, preparing food that will take you long to prepare in the morning” I said.   “You don’t have to worry ma, Am not complaining. Anyway, am paid to cook. Don’t worry, I have no problem with it.’’ She replied.   “Ok, Its

"My Man!" He exclaimed and they hugged and exchanged greetings. "My bus is having issues, I came so you can help me and fix it." He said. "Your car is having issues? Ok you know what? Off that your music first to I can attend to my client first." Jack said. "I should off my music. I should off my music because you are have a big car to work on? You must be joking". The guy said. "When the battery of that your nonsense car will off you will know who will give you battery to restart it". Jack said and he rushed without hesitating and off the loud music."Jack, what are you saying?" I said as the guy rushed out of the scene to off the music. "You know what. The engine shitting have a problem. It has four sets of rubbers that are used for the sitting. So what we will do is to buy the original one which is $50. After am done with the car, it will just be like a brand new car." Jack explained. As we we're

*MIKE POV*....After working for some hours, I decided to go and see jack, then tell him about the contract as well. I got to his shop and explained everything to him."Are you seriously telling me that you did not take the contract? So you just shunned down fave hundred thousand dollars just like that?" He asked."So you don't like how you are seeing me everyday. You don't like it right? If she disappear one day, what do you think will happen to me? Am not ready for any trouble". I said."At least be useful to yourself. You like how you are suffering right?. A very good opportunity that God gave to you and you smashed it on the ground. You are very useless". He said."You must be stupid". I fired back."You are an idiot. Only a stupid person can declined this offer. This is even a opportunity to be fucking a big girl for free with free foods." He said."In your mind now you are making sense right? I don't want to do

Finally it came free and she dragged it out of the car. She stood back up and looked at me, huffing slightly with reddened cheeks. A long strand of hair had fallen in front of her face and she blew on it, flustered. Looking back at me, she gave a triumphant, if sardonic, smile. "Whew! Do you have this affect on all the girls?" I cocked an eyebrow at the comment, but didn't have time to reply before she shoved the overstuffed bag towards me. "Show me what else you can do!" Reactively I lifted the bag and turned to the door. Vivian had just come back out and saw me. "Ah, is he being obedient now?" she called out laughingly. "A perfect gentleman," Monica replied sweetly. "Well that's good to hear! I'll make us up some eats. Lock the car up and come on in!" I rotated back around to bump the car door shut with my body, but Monica stood between me and it. "Could you

I realized with some shame that as soon as I was alone in the bedroom, my mind still recycling and replaying some of that recent exchange of words, that my mild excitement had zero trouble growing into a full blown problem.  Admonishing myself, I realized that at least my earlier anxiety helped to mask something of what I was really feeling. The problem being though, that I was really feeling something in the first place due to Monica.   I tried to squelch my guilt and just put the entire thing out of my innocent mind. Readying myself with some haste, I escaped the apartment and told Vivian that I was heading into work for the afternoon, that someone called me to transport goods for him, hopefully to clear up most of the loose ends so I could relax away the majority of the week. Monica was in the guestroom, presumably getting dressed for the day, and so I avoided having to say anything to her.   Regardless of