I Bought A Wife

Four

Darcy didn't have a good night's sleep despite what the king-sized bed could offer her. The bed seems to be very comfortable, but she wasn't. She had been tossing and turning all night, trying to find the perfect position to induce sleep, but the thought about his insensitive husband had her tied up in knots.

She regretted even suggesting about her name, why can't he just try to unfold himself to her? She's trying here, and it's too hard and very difficult.

But deep inside she knew, he might be attracted to her. Those blue eyes haunts her every nerve. The way he looked at her when the word beautiful came out from his mouth, it really meant something.

Her new plan might need some changes. Just because she and Diana thought he might benefit from a woman's tender affection didn't mean Val thought that too. And if Darcy would push through this new plan that might irritate and annoy Val any further with no warning, he might seek that divorce papers on his own. At which point she'd get nothing and she'd let Cindy die and Margaux down.

She wouldn't let that happen, she needed him more than anything now. Desperately, indeed. Though she wanted them to be friends and lovers at the same time, that can be, he just needed more time and more patience for her.

She rushed into the day, dizzy but motivated to be a better wife to Val. It was something different from her last relationship with her high school sweetheart, Francis, who only wanted a barely there fiancé and even so she still messed up. Margaux had taught her how to control her overwhelming feelings.

Val was going to get what he'd paid for.

After she dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, one of the maids informed her that Val had already left for work. Instead of dwelling in disappointment, she took the liberty to be familiarized with the kitchen set-up, where most likely wives are to be found. She flicked open her iPad and search for any step-by-step recipes and to start with a French toast and egg omelet.

She reminded herself to wake up early tomorrow morning to make breakfast and coffee for Val or whatever he preferred, which she needed to know wholeheartedly—his likes and dislikes, his favorite meals, if he preferred coffee over fruit juice, or just milk.

Darcy spent the rest of the morning doing things that could help her accomplish task and her duties as an organizing wife. She learned how to operate the app Val told him about his schedule, it was difficult knowing that she never had a touch-screen smartphone in her entire life that she refused to believe was smarter than her. After brainstorming about the latest technologies she was left behind, she went into Val's room and started memorizing the brands of his clothes, from Armani suits, Versace clothes to Gucci leather shoes. She studied how he wants his closet to be organized—spic and span. Her eyes almost went out of its sockets after admiring some of his cherished possessions, a collection of signature branded watches, from gold plated Rolex, Swiss, Fossils and Cartier.

She was fascinated to know things about these from his secretive husband.

As mistress of the household, it was her responsibility to make sure the maids and butlers did their jobs well—accurate and precise—with less corrective measures, she remembered Margaux insane teachings. By lunch, her brain was exhausted. But she still got one thing to sort out before she ends and that's Val's social calendar.

She stretches her back and hands as she began tapping her mobile phone and search for Mrs. Lewitt's information. She pressed to make a call and was able to breathe easier. Mrs. Lewitt was so easy to get through; she was warm, like a motherly warm. Val's assistant explained to her everything she needed to know and had sent a couple of emails and site links on how to survive being a wife to a business-mad-man.