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CHAPTER 7

  • LAURA’s POV
  • I forced my eyes open, trying to cover them from the rays of morning sun. Blinking my eyes several times, I woke up clumsily and sat down on bed in Indian style, covering my legs with blanket. I yawned and then started stretching my arms in an attempt to retain some strength in me. After that
  • I walked to the window and pulled the curtains away. I observed the view carefully while grabbing my hairs into a messy bun.
  • Suddenly a familiar voice of someone's clearing their throat came and I looked over my shoulder to saw Daryl on the bed with his gaze being continuously fixed on me. A small blush crept up to my cheeks in embarrassment.
  • "Morning." I said with a smile, turning towards him. He nodded and shifted his attention to his laptop which was on his lap.
  • I scurried my eyebrows in confusion. Working this late? Huh?
  • "Slept well?" I rolled out the question and the corner of his lips broke into a slight twitch. I guess he do not want to have a conversation. So I pressed my lips together and went to bathroom. I changed into track suit and after splashing chilled water over my face, I tied my hairs into high pony.
  • After getting ready, I decided to go out but before that could happen, strong fingers wrapped my wrist.
  • "Where the hell do you think you're going?" He asked in quite edgy tone making me startled at his sudden harsh behavior.
  • I looked down at my shoes.
  • "Jogging." I shuttered.
  • "Like this?" He pointed over my clothes.
  • "You are not going." He added calmly and left my wrist, returning back to the bed.
  • I frowned but instead of opposing him, I nodded in agreement. I don't want to spoil his mood.
  • After having a shower, I silently sat on the corner of the bed, stealing few glances of him who was busy in attending business calls on his laptop.
  • "Breakfast?" I asked, hesitantly.
  • "My cook doesn't comes in the morning."
  • My jaw dropped, "You don't do breakfast, do you?"
  • "No."
  • I sighed.
  • Next without saying anything more, I stepped downstairs, entering into his kitchen. I looked around and smiled having a sight of a beautiful kitchen. Soon whole kitchen started smelling in delicious aroma. After putting everything on tray, I went back to our room. His eyes met mine and landed on the tray. His eyebrows shot up in amusement. But by ignoring his expressions, I placed the plate in front of him.
  • "I don't do breakfast, haven't I mentioned earlier?"
  • "Skipping breakfast won't make your work complete." I countered, gesturing towards his laptop.
  • He chuckled in response before catching a glimpse of his wrist watch.
  • "I don't have a time. I've to attend an important meeting."
  • "Can I?"
  • He searched my face for a good minute but nodded anyways. I held a spoonful of bite in front of him and he swallowed in one go.
  • "From today onwards, I will always be having food cooked by you."
  • I smiled. "Should I take it as a compliment that you actually liked the food?"
  • "Obviously." He said in blunt tone.
  • Suddenly his cell phone rang, he glanced at the caller ID and then gestured me to receive. I nodded in confusion but picked up the call, putting it on speaker.
  • "Where the hell is Laura?" Mike’s voice came from the other side and a small smile crept on my face.
  • "Here only." I said.
  • "Laura, I am going to fucking kill you." He yelled which made Daryl to roll his eyes.
  • "Why?"
  • "I was trying to call you for an hour."
  • "Sorry Mike. Anything special?" I asked.
  • "Actually nothing much. I am just bored." I laughed at his words while Daryl made an irritated face.
  • "Take care. Meet me in the hospital, I've to discuss about one patient with you." Before I was able to reply him, Daryl snatched his cell phone from my hand.
  • "She'll not go anywhere." He said calmly.
  • I sighed. No, not again.
  • "Aha, man no problem, I can understand that you want to spend some quality time with your wife."
  • Mike spoke with a hearty laugh and then ended the call.
  • "B...But why?" I questioned and he let out his signature smirk, closing his laptop and placing it aside.
  • "Because I said so." He raised his eyebrows.
  • "I've told you that I can't quit my job."
  • "I must say my wife has a sharp memory." He chuckled. "Let's head downstairs." He grabbed my wrist then gestured me to follow him.
  • "Call everyone." He ordered once we reached the hallway. I just kept my curious eyes fixed on him.
  • Within few minutes, almost ten or so people who I guess work in his house gathered.
  • "She's Mrs. Montefalco." He gave my introduction to them.
  • With a polite smile I look up at everyone who greeted me back with their warm smiles.
  • "You all are on leave for few days." He said and everyone nodded and went back.
  • I could tell that they all were surprised but no one said anything though.
  • "So?"
  • "You can definitely go to hospital but before that you have to prepare food, wash all my clothes and iron them, clean every single room, and then I have few paperwork to which you have to complete personally." He counted each work on his fingers one by one.
  • "As you have just witnessed all my servants are on holiday, so now it's your duty as my wife to do each and every chores." He added.
  • I nodded and chewed my inner cheeks. He planned all this, didn't he? I looked around, in disappointment. There are so many rooms how am I going to clean them?
  • "Take these." He handed me bunch of files. "Do the cross check." And with that, he left.
  • I grabbed a seat on the couch, closing my eyes and inhaling fresh air. Completing all these works within few hours is impossible, definitely I will not be able to go hospital today. Finally everything was done, now all I have to do is to copy all the paperwork in handwritten form.
  • Yawning and putting off my spectacle,
  • I pressed my eyes closed and automatically tears started rolling down. I clenched my fist in frustration and leaned more into the couch. The headache was at its best. Since morning all I did was to clean all the rooms. And after that I tried completing all the file works but cross checking almost thirty files doesn't sound easy.
  • I cleared my every thought with a shook of my head and put my spectacle back.
  • Writing for few more hours, my arms became numb. I have never done something this much tiring in my life. It isn't like I am complaining but it made me feel as if I was trapped inside an invisible cage. My eyes started getting heavier with sleep and all I wanted was to sleep for few good hours but still more pages were left to be completed. How Daryl does everything? I mean I have seen him almost every time being engrossed in his office work. Doesn't all this frustrates him?
  • "Haven't gone to the Hospital?" Daryl's voice dragged me back to reality.
  • I found him sitting beside me. I tried to move away from him but instead he pulled me on his lap.
  • "Have I asked you to shift?" He barked.
  • I startled but slowly shook my head.
  • "Get used to all this." He said, taking off my spectacle. In doing so his finger slightly brushed against my cheek and a warm shiver ran down my spine.
  • Our eyes held a contact.
  • "You are beautiful, Laura." He whispered softly in thick husky voice and cupped my face.
  • His breath fanned over my face and a foul smell of alcohol washed over my nose.
  • "Y You are drunk?" I shuttered and he smirked, bringing his face inch closer to mine.
  • My heart beat doubled instantly feeling him this so close to me. Something weird felt inside me and for the first time I realized the fact that why most of the women were crazy for him. His face was perfectly sculptured and it wouldn't be wrong to say that I've never seen a handsome face like him.
  • "You are drunk." I spoke, trying to wriggle my face from his hold but all in vain.
  • "Have you enjoyed today? I am sure it was much better then working as a psychiatrist, isn't it?" He asked in rude tone.
  • I averted my eyes away from him to stop the hammering sensation of my heart.
  • "Look at me." He demanded, creasing the skin of my cheek.
  • I bite my lower lips and again looked straight into his eyes.
  • "You have purposely done everything today, right? So that I won't be able to go."
  • He chuckled. "You look tired." By ignoring my question he pointed.
  • I closed my eyes in irritation and a silent tear escaped. Why he has to be like this?
  • "Sorry to disappoint you but I no longer need those files. So just throw them away."
  • I snapped my eyes open in his direction and the corner of his lips curved into a smirk.
  • "Let's sleep, after all you have to repeat today's schedule tomorrow also. And you need a proper rest for that." He shrugged his one shoulder.
  • "My life is going to be like this only, isn't it?" I asked.
  • "This is just a start, Mrs. Montefalco." He added and walked towards the bed.
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