I Bought A Wife

Seven

Val's forehead hit onto his desk. He had fell asleep while working in his study and the brightness of his laptop screen had woke him up in a hurry.

It was three in the morning. Normal people should be asleep at this time, but not him. He wasn't normal—Val Rossini was beyond normal, given the capability to stay late at nights or to go days without sleep. He was highly competitive and focus oriented and sleep was for weaker ones.

Younger men, he erased the thought completely. He was already on his mid-thirties and for him he wasn't that old yet. But lately he had felt every day of his age. A decade ago he could spend twenty four hours awake, reading and sorting contracts and important files. A cup of coffee could do the trick.

But now? Not so much. His body was now responding to tiredness and it only get worse as he approached forty. He had to make every day of his life count if he wanted to get the target. No distractions. No wishful thoughts. And most especially no temptation of friendships that would certainly turn into more that he could allow.

Maybe he should go back to the gym and do some additional work-outs for his health. Eat a little healthier rather than getting takeout while working in the office.

When suddenly a soft feminine voice came up. "Val?" Darcy murmured as she went inside the study. "You fell asleep on your desk."

He straightened up. Immediately, he glanced up at Darcy then at his watch. It was already thirty minutes past the hour of six in the morning. Normally he was on his way to his work by the time now.

"Thanks for waking me up," he stood up and cleared his desk, hastily. "I should get to the office now."

She stepped back and watched her husband shoving his folders into his briefcase. She approached to help him. He paused and observed her, she was in her stylish flowery feminine dress, her hair hung loose down her back and the smell of her strawberry scent and then he tore his gaze away from her.

When everything was cleared, she offered him a cup of coffee before heading to his room. "I'm sorry but I'm in a hurry. I'm late."

She stopped him with a warm hand over his, "It's Saturday. No one will notice you're late. Just ten minutes of coffee. I'd like to make it for you."

The plea on her eyes got him. How could he refuse from that? "Ok then, if you insist. Let me take a quick shower and meet you in the kitchen."

The sweet smile on her face lingered on his mind while he took a quick shower. He wanted to see her smile more. That would give him a beautiful jump start for a day—everyday. He stood in front of his body length mirror as he stared at his look. He was in his casual denim pants and a button down light-blue shirt instead of a suit, since it was Saturday. He hasn't seen himself lately dressed like this, since he was young and—alright, stop with this age thing.

What had gotten into his mind to do it today?

After seventeen attempts of mastering the art of Val's coffee, she was able to achieve the rich, roasted aroma and taste of it. He came into the kitchen and she greeted him. She smiled as she eyed him from head down and then handed him a steaming mug, "Right on time."

She noticed the way he dressed this day, he's more charming in jeans and hot, she shook her head.

He took a seat on the breakfast area and sipped his coffee. Darcy watched him carefully, thrilled for his judgment.

"So, how was it?" she fluttered her lashes.

"Almost there," he blurted.

She clasped her hands, "Practice makes perfect." She took her mug and slid into the seat across Val. His brows rose out of interest, "how long have you been practicing?"