Married to the Bidder

Chapter 11: Be the Girl That Every Man Wants

The next following days, I saw how my name flashes in every newspaper I read at the penthouse. My name was in bold letters with Rafael's name with mine also, of course but almost all of the news are talking about me! They are really looking forward to see who married Rafael.

One morning, I was in my room, reading a newspaper the part where my an article is about me. Almost all of them have the same discription about me

Rafael Knight finally shows up with his mysterious wife that everyone was talking about and the lucky girl was believed to be named Mrs. Isabelle Knight. She appears to have long blonde hair, blue charming yet innocent eyes and amazing jaw line. She had a tall figure, not too skinny but just perfect fit for a billionaire hot man like her husband. Many people at the party told that they were mesmerized at how beautiful she was. Many are already doing a background check on her to know where she came from and what connection does she have with the great Rafael Knight.

 

They are doing a background check?! Does that mean have me investigated? What if theyfound out that my husband bought me in an auction for 50 million and forced me to marry him. What time is it? I rush to my bed side table to look at my digital alarm clock.

6:12 am. Still early, I still have time to cook breakfast, usually, Rafael leaves at 7 am sharp. I rush outside and run downstairs to the kitchen to cook something for my husband. Jeez, I am getting used to it calling him that.

Hmm, what should I cook? I checked the fridge and checked the contents. If you think I don't have much knowledge in cooking, well sorry to burst your bubble but I am reading cook books everyday so I have something good to cook for my husband.

#realwife

Haha, this is so weird, I am acting like a real wife. And I have never done this before, seriously. Never in my life I had wished to cook a meal in the morning because I hate getting up to cook but now, it made me so happy to to see Rafael eating the meal I made for him and how he comments about it. It feels wonderful.

But for today, I scambled some eggs to make an omelete with chopped tomatoes, sausages, potatoes, hams and some beans. I made some garlic breads because  that is Rafael's favorite bread, I also made fried some ham in additional. I heard Rafael's door shut, that means he is coming down. I was making his coffee when he came in the dining area where our foods are served.

"Good morning" he greeted, his sexy morning voice made my shivers. He is dressed in his white shirt, blank pants and his jacket on his hand, maybe he had a meeting to attend this morning. "That smells amazing"

"Really?" I asked, a wide smile in my face "Well what are you waiting for ear up" I said, still preparing his coffee. Just placing a lot of milk in there just to be sure that it will be sweet.

"Well, I am still waiting for my coffee" he said, sitting down and stares at me as I made it. "Did you sleep well?" he asked me.

I nod my head and hummed my answer "Here's your coffee" I said, placing it down and sitting on my chair and I watched him slice some of the omelete and took a bite of it "Hm, this taste amazing. I might get fat."

Fat? "You don't even have any fat in your body...just muscles" I muttered the end causing him to laugh at me. "Hey, I am just stating the truth!"

"I'm not saying anything" he argued between laugh.

"Yeah, right" I rolled my eyes and grab some omelete to eat "I am done talking" I pursed my lips

"Don't be like that, babe" Rafael put his hand on my mine "I just love teasing you" he smirked and continued eating his meal and drink his coffee. We just ate in silence and it is always like this. We will chat at the start then no more while eating and then he will just left me here and go to his job.