Sshh Devilangel

Now he's gone abroad again for maybe 2 weeks, even though he only came back from Paris 3 days ago. I have been married to him for 5 years and during that time he has always avoided me with meetings and work trips abroad. I know he doesn't love me but in the slightest... is he not interested in my body.

Out there, men always look at me... worshiping what God created for me, but why is he so reluctant to touch me. Even though he did something to me at most once a month and even then, if he was drunk, I didn't even get to feel what the pleasure of making love was like. And at the end of his enjoyment, he always mentions another woman's name, like last night, several times, unlike usual, only once, but he still mentions the woman's name... it's sad, isn't it?

Currently, I am heading to my husband's hotel, a family legacy that he developed and succeeded in becoming the best hotel and has 5 branches in this country and I am the General Manager. I was accompanied by 10 bodyguards who always watched over me and looked after me.

Understandably, because my husband is an important person in this country and also belongs to a noble family and our behavior is always monitored, we must not embarrass the extended family.

"Good morning, Madam," said my employee at the entrance. I just nodded and smiled faintly. I glanced around the hotel, some of them were looking at me with pity and some were bowing their heads in respect, they were regular guests of my hotel.

For me, views like that are normal because there must be news that comes out to the public that I don't know about. I entered my work room which was opened by my personal assistant. Naomi is a girl of Chinese descent who is smart and agile, I like her tenacious way of working.

I sat in my oversized chair while looking at the important letters on my desk at the moment and Naomi also told me about the hotel's shortcomings or customer complaints that had to be resolved.

"There is a new chef who will replace the position of Executive chef Feron Madam," said Naomi politely

"Oh... yes, tell him to come when he comes," I said while signing several documents

"Yes Madam..." She lowered her head and walked away "Wait..." I stopped her and she turned to look at me

"The newspaper didn't come in for 2 days... did you forget or I didn't have time to read it"

She was nervous and stammered, "Oh, that ,that ... there is Madam but I don't think you need to see it."

My hands stopped scribbling on the paper on my desk. Suddenly my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to stop because I thought it would be the news again, again and again.

For 5 years I have had to see and hear everyone's chatter, until when will this end. I looked at her who didn't dare look at me. "Bring the newspaper here," I ordered Naomi firmly to which she responded with a nod.

A minute later he brought the newspaper, from afar I could see the face of the man whose status was my husband clearly displayed there. Naomi put the newspaper right in front of me then I told her to go. The newspaper headline: LOUIS HOWIE JACKWELL secretly took his girlfriend to Paris although they were not seen together when they left but at dinner they were seen leaving the same restaurant.

I just turned my lips up slightly at the headline of the second newspaper LOUIS HOWIE JACKWELL will soon divorce his wife for model girlfriend SARAH BAVERLY. I threw the newspaper in any direction.

"This is what I've been waiting for, hopefully soon. I've had enough." I tilted my head up. I felt tired from the burden on my mind. I wanted it all to end because my self-esteem had been lowered for years.

Knock

Knock

"Come in" I ordered I looked at the door and saw who was coming towards me. It turned out to be a handsome young man walking straight up looking straight at me. The tattoo on his arm gives this man a masculine impression.

He was wearing a body fit shirt, so that i could see his arm muscles that fit in the shirt with the shirt sleeves half rolled up. I was stunned to see him and he smiled at me... I realized.

"Sorry, who are you?" I asked in surprise and hid my amazement

"I'm Keaton Rollings, the new chef who will be taking the vacant position here, Ma'am" he said, bowing his head, politely

"Oh, yes please sit down" I said while pointing to my hand at him to sit down I looked for his data in a pile of folders on my desk. Finally I found the one above that had been approved by the HRD department.

I opened the folder and slowly read the CV. Quite accomplished and experienced. I started asking about things in his life because the employee's family background and difficulties were important for me to know if one day a problem arose at work.

"Keaton Rollings is 28 years old, are you married?" I asked "Yes, ma'am..." he answered briefly

"Do you have children and what does your wife do?" "Hmm...my wife is divorced and my child is with me."

Divorced? That means he's a handsome, young widower "Oh, sorry ... you know that we need a chef who is all the time. Always there when needed and this hotel is always busy with visitors, especially at the restaurant, both lunch and dinner." He nodded as if he knew what he would be responsible for at this hotel

"Yes, I know and I am ready to work all the time"

Those brown irises indicate seriousness about this job. There is a little doubt in my mind because a man who has children without a wife can work full time.

"Then who will take care of your child?"

"My son is 10 years old, he is already big and independent."

Wow, it's really surprising that the child is already big, I'm far behind. I'm a married woman but like a widow without children. "Oh, I thought you were still young and your child was still small but it turns out he's already that big."

"Yes, married young mam."

"Okay, you can go straight to work now. The issue regarding your experience has probably already been selected by personnel so there's no doubt about it. Welcome to join," I said while holding out my hand to him.

He shook my hand and I... was a little surprised because my hand felt like it had been electrocuted. His grip was so strong and sturdy and also warm. My adult female instincts jolted. I needed caress ... I needed the touch of these warm hands creeping across my body but, unfortunately for me, it was a fantasy. A naive woman's fantasy like me. After he walked away and I immediately called Naomi.

"I want sweets now!!!" I snapped without realizing that Keaton was still inside and heading towards the door, suddenly he was shocked and stopped looking at me.

"Ah, sorry, it's not you," I said while looking at the telephone receiver and he nodded and left. Sweet food always calms my emotions when I have to watch the news to forget the bitter feeling in my heart that I feel deep inside a many years.