"Don't touch me!" I screamed, crossing my hands in front of me as a shield.
He chuckled darkly.
Not bothering to listen to anything I just said and ignoring my actions, he brought his hands to my face.
"And tell me, what are you gonna do?" he says a...
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"Call to my house and inform one of my servants, Deborah, to keep an eye on my wife for me. Let her stay in her bedroom. I don't want her outside" I ordered Mr. Steven.
It was still early in the morning and because it was, I would assume that neither Hazel nor Bianca was awake. So, I could only hope that my orders could be taken to my head servant before they have woken up. This way there will not be a chance of my wife meeting Bianca.
I've come to know Bianca for a very long time now and know very well how she behaves, especially when she is jealous when I'm seen around other women.
No, I cannot and don't think that I'll ever trust Bianca with my back turn because I don't know what mischief she may be up to while I'm not around. So, it is best for my wife to stay a far distance from her.
"Yes sir," Mr. Steven said and I watched as he afterward left to carry out my orders.
Averting my eyes from the door to my office, that was now shut, I took a sip from my cup of coffee before beginning my work for the day.
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"STEP THREE: Add chicken and pasta, stir, then cover and cook for 10-15 minutes, until pasta is cooked to your liking...." I read aloud from the cookbook I found.
It was somewhere around six in the evening and I was currently trying to make some chicken parmesan pasta and so far I could say that I'm doing well...I think.
Although I've followed every single instruction in the cookbook, I still wasn't so sure if this was the right way I was doing it.
I was afraid that it won't turn out the way I want it to...But there is nothing I could do right now.
There was just about forty minutes remaining before Mr. Mafia returns and I'm afraid that if I decide to start over then I won't be done in time and Mr. Mafia will only be very furious at me and there is a very good chance that I will be punished again, which I don't want.
So, there is no going back and I definitely will not be taking the chance.
"...and then add the pasta," I said, throwing the pasta into the pot with the chicken and other ingredients. I then stirred them up all together and covered the pot once I was satisfied with my work.
