Todos los capítulos de Sarafina: His 9th Wife : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

 "Quentin, are you serious?" Brigitte complained as she walked into my office and switched on the lights. I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly at the sudden intrusion of intense light.  She began walking around the room, opening all of the windows and curtains and I grumbled under my breath as I poured myself some more whisky to drink away.  "You've been drinking all night and all morning," she said sternly to me as she took away my bottle of expensive custom made whisky and if it was any other time I would've grabbed it back from her and instructed her to leave but I was exhausted, drunk and hurt.  "You're an absolute mess, Quentin," she scolded as she started tidying up around the room before she stood in front of my desk and looked down at me. I put my head down on the table, not caring about anything at

 I grit my teeth and froze in the middle of the kitchen as I heard Asa begin to mumble loudly. I turned around slowly, my eyes having already adjusted to the dark as I stared at her to see if she was awake and a million things started to run through my mind as I thought about an excuse I'd have to give, if she woke up and caught me right now.  I'll use the "I needed some water" or "I was looking for the bathroom" and hope I'll get away with it. I had changed out of my clothes when I just arrived and got dressed in Asa's warm pyjamas that I was still wearing at the moment with no shoes.  Seeing that she was still asleep, I relaxed a bit as I walked around the kitchen looking for the keys to unlock the door. I found a phone right beside the old rusted kettle that I'm surprised still works and picked it up quickly

 I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and absolute bliss. Everything just seemed so peaceful that I'd forgotten where I was and why I was here. The sheets around me were comfortable and soft and they were making me feel warm and fuzzy. I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud.  I rubbed my eyes as I sat up and looked around the bedroom, seeing that I was alone. I covered a yawn and stood up slowly, running my hands through my hair to tame the mess and walked around the bed to the bathroom.  I looked at myself in the mirror before I leaned down and splashed some water on my face before I found what I hoped to be a brand new toothbrush and brushed my teeth. I wet my hands a bit and ran them through my hair before I walked out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom.  

I could get used to the life of doing the absolute bare minimum and being able to get away with it. I slept early and woke up late with breakfast already prepared for me, and I had the bed all to myself. "I'm going to eat a piece of everything you cook," I said to Quentin finally, speaking for the first time since I told him "good morning" when I had just woken up and walked into the kitchen, finding him slaving over the stove yet again. "You're working way too hard and it's rude of me to only eat one thing and let all of the food go to waste," I elaborated as I reached for the toast and grabbed two slices of it before biting into a single slice. 

 It was pouring outside and the weather was extra cold and gloomy today, and I knew it dampened Quentin's plans a bit, because he told me he'd planned something fun for us to do today, but he still was adamant that I get ready for the day. As always, I take an entire lifetime to get ready and even when I was done, I had to sit and wait in the bedroom until he came to fetch me, because that was one of his strict instructions- to not leave the room until he came to get me. "Quentin!" I called out loudly, sitting on the bed and admiring my outfit which was an oversized black shirt that reached just above my knees and a pair of sneakers. My hair was in an untidy high bun and I didn’t have any make up on.  "Yeah?" I heard him call back, his voice sounding distant and I was glad he had werewolf hearing and had an ev