His HOT wife

Chapter Four: Issue

Nash's POV

Three days have passed since that "my-jerk-of-a-husband-thought-it-was-funny-to-carry-me-up-his-bedroom-prank." happened.*rolls eyes*

It's already 9 in the morning.

I don't have to be in the shop for at least two hours. I was taking my time eating my late breakfast alone.

It's Tuesday, so Stranton's early at work...as usual.

Right then Lisa, our 47 yrs old helper came in holding a brown envelope in her hands. I smiled at her.

"Good morning dear."

"I have something here for you, would you like me to bring it up to your room dear?"

I shook my head as I patted a vacant spot on the table as I chew my toast.

She nodded and placed it on the table and smiled at me with those loving expression.

I mouthed "thank you" as I couldn't say it because my mouth was full.
It would be very unladylike of me if I happen to have some bits of my chewed food flying out my mouth.

She nodded back and walked back to the kitchen.

Would you guys want to know what happened after I walked out of Stranton's room days ago?

Well, there's really not much to tell actually...I went back to my room then and locked up for the rest of the day.

I don't have a clear recollection of the said day, all I could remember was that I was so mad at him. He hasn't bothered and talked to me since then.

Not like I want him to.

And the next day, out of frustration...I decided to accept this offer from a very famous jeans clothing line.

What offer? Well, I would only have to pose in front of a camera, wearing their product. That would be printed in numerous magazines and would be on a few billboards in the country.

Who knew I'd be one hell of a hot model after I got married? It's a shame I never realized that I have such a blessing of a body.

Well, maybe I think I knew..it's my own body after all don't be ridiculous! What I'm trying to say is, I never have paid that much attention to my physical appearance.
I was busy being a good obedient daughter... that I was.

I focused on my studies..and my own clothing line that specializes in men's suits.

Yes, you've read it right. I have a great passion for designing and making suits for men...I think it's just so sexy to see a man in a good tux.

My mother died when I was 6 yrs. old. I grew up surrounded by men, my father and my three elder brothers whom were all successful businessmen. Each one of my elder brothers owned a business of their own.

How they've managed to do that? that, I don't know. Maybe my family's just blessed with witt and what-not.

I was a little boyish then...maybe with all the testosterone surrounding me... o I just didn't do girly-girl things that much. I was more like a conservative tomboy then.

So I was left with the responsibility of taking over our empire one day, which I dreaded.

Somehow my Dad managed to save me the trouble. Well, sort of. By merging companies with the Stranton's and marrying me off... that is...

So that leads us back to where we are now..here, with my jerk of a husband managing our joint companies and me having to do what I wanted to do, what my heart desires. Designing. And owning my little Fashion business empire.