Be My Wifey Or Lose Your Job

After watching her cry for a long time and seeing that she isn’t ready to stop, a tired George stood up and went to the bathroom to shower.

When he came back, she was still laying there the same way he had left her.

He shook his head.

Who said Janelle is not a drama queen?.

He took some clothes and put it on.

He went down to the kitchen to bring some food for her.

“Do you need anything, sir?”a maid asked as he entered the kitchen.

“What are you preparing?”he asked.

“Well, we’ve prepared some spaghetti and potato and rice. We are just not sure which one your wife and you would love”

“I think I prefer potato.”

“Okay, sir. I will bring it to the room.”

“You can just dish it out now.”he said.

“Oh, okay, sir. I will dish it out now.”

“Cool, i will be in the dining room.”he walked out.

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Lewis scrolled through his contacts, looking for her number.

When he saw it, he put a call across to her but she wasn’t picking up.

He decided to send her a text since she isn’t picking.

★Hope you’re not trying anything funny?★he sent.

He placed his phone down on the table.

He drummed his fingers on the desk.

He is damn anxious.

He doesn’t trust her at all.

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George took the dish of potato and stew to the room.

He was glad when he saw she’d left the position she was before and was now leaning her back against the wall.

Her eyes looked swollen.

“Time for breakfast”he announced while taking strides inside the room.

“You want me to eat breakfast after breaking my heart?”

“I didn’t broke your heart, wifey”he smiled at her.

“Gosh, he is so unbelievable”she scoffed.

“Guess what we are having for breakfast today”he placed the tray down on the bed.

“As if I care”

“Well, it’s potato and stew. It’s such a special delicacy, isn’t it?”

“Who called potato and stew special delicacy?”she scoffed again.

“Well, it is. The fact that it’s prepared by professionals that came all the way from Italy makes it special because you’re going to eat a potato that has a touch of Italy, different from the one you’ve been having in the past.”

“I guess you also don’t know that I dislike Italy.”

“And I think you should really try it out. You will enjoy it, I promise.”he pressed.

“I am not interested”she folded her arms under her boobs.

“Alright. I’m not that busy. All the work I am going to do is just within the house.”he told her.

Her eyes shone in excitement.

“You mean it?”

“I do”he let’s out a sigh.

“You could have informed me earlier. Now, I’m having a migraine.”she pouted.

“Just come here, okay?. I will wash your migraine away with grains of kiss”he winked.

Her cheek reddened like a tomato.

She moved towards him and he hugged her to himself.

“You’re really a cry baby”he says.

She nodded in agreement, rubbing her head against his chest.

He disengaged from the hug and plant a kiss on her nose, ears, eyes, neck, chest and then finally mouth.

He ended the kiss and grinned.

“Now, time to eat”

She nodded shyly.

He drew the tray closer and opened the plates.

He picked up a potato and dipped it in the stew then moved it up to her mouth.

She stared at it and looked at him.

“Open up”he urged.

She slowly opened up and collected the potato.

He paused and gazed at her as she munched on it.

After she was done, he asked:

“How was it?”

She didn’t answer but opened her mouth instead.

“How was it?”he asked again.

She opened her mouth widely.

He rolled his eyes and gave her another potato.

She ate it and opened her mouth again.

“So, I’m guessing it tastes good with way you’re asking for more”

He gave her another potato.

“You can say that again. I’m only eating because I’m hungry. I’ve drained up my what energy while crying”she scoffed amidst munching.

“Now, you see you’re really a cry baby”

“Yes, I am. Cry baby for you.”she smiled.

He picked the crumbs of the potato on her lips and put it in his mouth.

After feeding her, she volunteered to take the tray to the kitchen but he resisted.

“Let’s go together then”she said.

And he finally agreed.

They both went to drop the tray off.

The maids quickly bowed when they saw her.

She pressed her lips together as she went to drop the tray off in the kitchen.

“So, who made the dish?”

“She made the stew and I made the potato.”one of them said.

“Oh, good job. What’s your name?”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“I’m Guilia and she is Luce.”

“Alright, so, Gu…..???.. I’m sorry, could you say that again?.. it’s quite… hmm.. confusing”

“I understand, ma’am. Joo – Lee – Uh”

“Oh, I guess I will have to go bring a jotter to jot it down. Your name is quite mysterious but both of your name is unique so don’t worry.”

“Really, but it’s quite simple.”Guilia smiles.

George stood by the door, satisfied.

He was enjoying the scene.

“Guilia is just like the English name “Julia”. And it means “youthful””

“Alright. Maybe the Italian accent used in calling the name is the one confusing. So, I’d better go with Julia since it’s means the same thing.”

“As you wish, ma’am.”

“And Luce, right?”

“Yes, ma.”

“Nice.. Luce.”Janelle smiled.

“So, I won’t like to be a lazy ass and so, I will be helping you out.”she said.

She brought out some soap to wash the plates.

“Huh?, what are you trying to do?”Luce asked.

“I’m trying to wash the plates, Luce”

She opened the water and started washing.

“But you are not allowed to do that. More so, you’re just recovering so you can’t really stress yourself too much.”

“This is not stress, I promise. Uhhh… Gu.. gu …..”

“Joo – Lee – Uh”Guilia helped her out.

“Alright, you will have to pardon me, I’m really a dullard”Janelle laughed.

“So, can you pass me the dirty pots?”

“I refuse. You should return to your room really and get a nice sleep”

“I refuse.”Janelle shook her head.

“By the way, can you guys speak Italian?”

“Very well”Luce nodded.

“Alright.. talk to me in Italian and I will reply to you in Italian”she leaned on the sink.

“Really?”Luce asked.

“Yep!”

“Sei una bella donna!”Luce says.

Janelle mouth drop opened.

“Say that again”

“Sei una bella donna”

“Alright, what is she saying, George?”she turned to at him.

He shrugged.

“Well, you asked for it, so, you deal with it.”

“Okay. Let’s just switch back to English. Thank you.”Janelle smiled.

Luce laughed.

“Well, I said, you’re a beautiful woman!”

“Oh, thank you very much. You’re beautiful also.”

“If you want to learn Italian, we are always here.”

“Sure!”

“And, I’m sorry about the stuff I said earlier. I… I just seems to be in a bad mood. I promise, I’m not always like that.”

“We understand”Guilia smiles.

“Oh, thanks for your understanding, guuuuuu… alright, I give up!, Julia.”

The three women bursted into laughter.

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