Written By : Pamela James
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“I’m so bored,” Daniella groaned.
Damien glanced over at Daniella was lying on the couch staring at the ceiling in the middle of the day.
“Sorry Daniella, I still have some work to do. We can go out later tonight when I’m finished,” he said working at the dining table.
“No thanks,” she grumbled on the couch.
He frowned but continued typing away.
He felt as though she never accepted any invitations of his unless he took her somewhere without her knowing.
“I could be working too or going out with my friends but thanks to a certain someone, I can’t do either of those things,”
He heard her mumble.
He sighed to himself.
He knew she definitely wasn’t used to doing nothing. It’s not as if she couldn’t do anything though. He gave her a platinum gold card a week after they got married and told her she could use it whenever she wanted but there it was, still sitting in her bag being neglected.
She just didn’t want to use his money for anything. It made him frustrated sometimes.
What was the point of working so hard for her if she won’t appreciate it?
He was doing this all for her.
“You know I don’t like it when you go out with your friends,” he stated.
“I haven’t seen them since we got married,” she retorted.
“They even invited me to attend a high school reunion recently but now I missed it.”
“Who knows when the next one is? We all might be dying from old age by the time the next one comes around.”
He really didn’t like her going out with her friends. Even though he said she had to ask for permission to go out, he didn’t want to say ‘Yes’.
He just hated the thought of her just going to see someone that wasn’t him.
“I’m supposed to be starting university too,” she murmured under her breath.
He flicked the paper he was working on and sighed.
He actually liked the idea of her going to university and doing what she wanted but the thing that bothered him the most was the fact that she would be around h0rny, wild frat boys every day.
“You could take online courses,” he suggested.
He heard her shift on the couch.
“It’s not the same experience,” she said.
It would be a lie if he said he felt guilty. After all, he felt satisfied knowing she was right next to him even if she didn’t like it.
However, he did like the feeling of making her happy as well, so he mentally decided to do something for her that he hoped she would like.
“Daniella, let me introduce you to someone,” he said, calling out for her in the living room.
He watched as Daniella came out of the bedroom confused and saw how her eyes landed on the person next to him.
“Daniella, this is Marie,” he said, gesturing for Marie towards Daniella, “I thought you two could get along.”
Daniella looked suspicious,
“I thought you didn’t like guests?”
“It’s fine, since I trust Marie,” he responded.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” Marie said, extending her hand towards Daniella.
Daniella smiled and shook her hand,
“Hi, it’s nice to finally have someone else to talk to.”
Damien watched curiously at how Daniella would interact with her.
Would she like her?
Did he do a good thing for her?
As they began to talk, Daniella looked to be having fun conversing with Marie so Damien was satisfied.
“–You like pineapple rice too?” Daniella gleamed,
“We should go get some right now–”
Damien saw how Daniella flinched and stopped midway.
He met her eyes and saw her expression that read,
‘Will you let me go with this person?’
Damien glanced at Marie and nodded in approval at Daniella.
He watched as she suddenly smiled and took Marie into their bedroom to get ready.
However, out of Daniella’s view, Marie glanced back at Damien and he made sure to give a hard stare at her.
‘Don’t mess it up.’
A few days ago…
“So, your name is Marie?” he asked.
He was currently sitting at an uptown coffee shop meeting with a girl called Marie.
She had dyed platinum blond hair with pink streaks, wore extensive amounts of heavy jewellery and had a butterfly tattoo on her wrist.
She was the type that he didn’t like associating with.
“Yes, but I can change it to suit your preference,” she said.
He shook his head,
“I don’t care for names. What I care about is what you do.”
She stared at him with hooded eyes before smirking and leaning in.
“I can do anything you want me to. My body can handle it and you’re pretty hot,” she whispered seductively.
“I’m not here for a s�x�al favour,” he said deadpan.
“We could make it a sexual favour,” she winked.
He inwardly rolled his eyes in disgust.
“Firstly, I’m married. Secondly, I don’t sleep with random girls on the internet.”
Damien watched her sit back while clicking her teeth.
He heard her mumble “Boring” under her breath but he ignored it.
“So, let me tell you again,” he continued.
He suddenly threw a file below her.
Within it, contained a thorough file on Daniella.
Her basic information, hobbies, like and dislikes, etc.
“This is my wife,” he said, watching as Marie picked up the folder.
“You must be her friend, companion, whatever, and report everything back to me. Whatever she thinks, feels, says, you must tell me.”
Damien saw her expression turned confused as she flicked through the file,
“She’s twenty and married?”
“Are you here for questions or for money?” he stated abruptly.
She painted a thin line on her lips and rolled her eyes.
“So you’re hiring me to be a girl’s slave? Doesn’t she have her own friends?” she asked.
“She does, but I don’t trust them,” he answered honestly.
“And yet you trust this random woman out found on the internet?” she teased.
Damien gave her a dark stare before getting up.
“Wait, where are you going?” she stumbled.