I work for my wife! (GL)

Chapter 1- Cotton Candy, part one

Chapter 1- cotton candy, part one

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My lips explored the outside of my mouth for any remaining sugar, which was none- I disappointedly sighed as I took steps to the sink. I turned on the faucet and grabbed a towel from the stack, today was Chiara's birthday and I was attempting to make a well rounded cake, it was going to be butterscotch- but due to my 'aMaZiNg' baking skills, it ended tasting horrible and looking like a monstrosity, I had to cleanse my mouth with milk for an hour to rid the flavor from my mouth, so I ended up making a villain cake with chocolate frosting. I dearly hope Chiara enjoys it, well, since I did just spend 5 hours myself finishing the frosting, and to be completely honest with myself, I loathe the taste as well. It tastes like if a worm, garbage can, and rat decide to make love with each other, while drunk. I mean, it's still a cake, that's disgusting...

So I hefted the wobbly cake into a bakery box I got a while back, attached a note with the most understandable writing I could do, and shut it carefully. I took a glittering ribbon and laced it around the cover of the box, which at the top said "Happy New Years, hello 2019!" which used to hold a much better cake we got for new years in 2018, I honestly wish there was a button- or a thing to teleport back in time. And for certain if I owned it, I would go back to December 31st of 2018 and snatch that exquisite cake. But I couldn't, and was stuck with a pathetic excuse of a cake I only hoped Chiara would even touch.

I took the pearl colored box and wrapped a scarf around my neck, and fetched a coat on myself as I took two long breaths outside, the air from the puff turning into a white fog that ventured in the sky and disappeared. I took careful steps down the stairs that lead to our small- but expensive apartment that was embellished with jewels inside. "Calista, there you are! I was curious if you could lend me a dollar-" Jean said as she somewhat appeared, running to my place on the ice covered steps. "I already loaned you $50 from my own bank account, what possibly do you think I could give more? You know Chiara refuses to emerge our bank accounts. I'm a teacher, Jean, not a CEO." My voice hesitated as I knew Jean could possibly throw one of her embarrassing fits which I dreaded, "Oh, c'mon! Just ask your wife then for a couple bucks! I'm not asking for a trillion!" Her tonality sounded disappointed, becoming more upset per word.

I sighed and laid the box cautiously on the ground, to not mess up the cake in dear need of assist, I planted my hand inside my narrow pocket and pulled out my wallet, opened it and plucked a shiverled a five dollar bill. "There you go, Jean.. Whole five dollars to your arrival." My voice sharped out of annoyance, Jean is our next door neighbor, and is currently out of money. She relies on cash sent by the government. She occasionally peers over to see if me, or Chiara is coming home or in the process of leaving to request for bucks, it has really just become part of my routine to donate her money unfortunately. "FIVE DOLLARS??? *Ehem, cough* This won't be enough for groceries..! At least ten more..! Please, Calista." Jean collapsed onto her knees, clasping her hands and bowing her head. I rolled my eyes and plucked another five and let her jerk it from my hand, she then jolted up and ran off, probably going to the seven eleven, or walmart.

*Groan* I lifted my disappointing cake warily and went back to proceeding down the slippery and frozen stairs, putting my covered hand on the slimy rail. I made my way down and yanked my car doors up, laying the box inside the car at the snug rear. I then shut the doors and plumed myself in the driver's seat, taking a long sigh and unraveling my coat and scarf. I backed up and left the driveway as my fingers crept to the radio, with once I blared a trendy song I barely recognized, "One, two, three- Wait, is this the song with the drums? I met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring. He argued with me about everything. He had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye..." The song sang heartfully, almost torturing my ears due to how loud it was. It was for certain that it was an American song- one about heartbreak or abusive partners definitely.

"And when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to France. So I miss him some nights when I'm feeling depressed. 'Til I remember every time he made a pass on my friend. Do I love him? Do I hate him? I guess it's up and down." It chorused more as I started to be fond of this particular song- I don't know why... I relate to it I assume. I stopped as I had driven into a neat parking space, I unlocked my car door and leapt out, vigilantly shutting it again. I then snatched my cake, and did my best attempts to fashionably walk to the escalator, and hurdle into it. I watched as the steel doors closed slowly, with a man with presumably long black hair dart past it and simmer into the incline right besides me. "Ah... Excuse my rude entrance- I'm Datu." He said as he shrugged his hand out of his pocket, putting it right in front of me to shake.

"Uhh.. I'm Calista.." I awkwardly responded as I shook his sweaty hand, I felt myself gag as he took his other hand and placed it right over mine while we shook our hands up and down. He was so.. Sweaty and soaked... His hair was damp too, and his expensive looking business suit was moist all over. If I was him- I wouldn't be able to stand it at all. "So why are you here at Tech mate company? I'm one of the bosses here- I've been working here for three glad and happy years!" His voice raised and cheered up all of the sudden- Painting a massive grin on his face. "WAIT........." He exclaimed as he gasped loudly, "You must be the new..." He mimicked banging drums with his muscular fingers "INTERN!" He shook my hand faster as I said this, I swayed my head left and right. "No... No... I'm the CEO's wife, Calista Ishiguro." I softly stated as his eyes widened and mouth dropped, "Y-Y-Y-You're the CEO- CHIARA ISHIGURO'S WIFE?!" He fumbled to form a sentence as he seemed in a state of shock, "She even has a wife..?" he questioned in a more random panicked tone as he started to bounce up and down quickly. Did people not know Chiara had a wife, me? In all honesty, I'm not surprised, Chiara has always been secretive, and always will be. He took a deep breath before bowing down, and yelling "IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU MRS!" I chuckled as I let go of his wet hands, pulling away and backing up a tad. "No, it's quite alright... I don't need you to bow down- I just happen to love Chiara and be married to her... You're addressing me like I am the CEO or Chiara myself..." I said as I shrugged my shoulders and creeped a small smile. "BUT YOU MARRIED HER!" He exclaimed more, being a bit too noisy and loud for my liking- even though it caused me to giggle a bit more. "Ahh... Please stop yelling- it's... A bit annoying..." I softly suggested as he went back up, and kept an obsessive expression. "Hehe... Well, it's nice to met you Calista Ishiguro." He replied with a much hushed tone and wrapped his two hands around each other, keeping a now sly grin.

End of Chapter 1

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