Substitute Surrogate Bride for Mr Black

Chapter 5

Isabelle pov

“I’m sure I locked the door before I slept last night.” I sat up in the bed, Sebastian rolled away from the bed and picked up his phone. “Are you stalking me?”

He laughed.

“You amuse me.” Sebastian stood up, away from the bed. As the bed sheet left his waist, his black tight boxer was revealed. “What did you say your name was?”

He looked at me but my eyes weren’t looking at him, instead, I was looking at his bulge covered by his boxers. How big was that thing exactly? And I was in bed with THAT???!!!

I screamed.

“p*****t!!!!!!” Raising my bed sheet to cover my face. I kept screaming, then stood to my feet and ran for the door.

When I placed my hand on the doorknob, struggling to get it open, I noticed Sebastian still looking at me in a daze, probably wondering why I was acting that way. I guess he was asking himself if I was crazy.

Still, I ran swiftly as fast as my legs could carry me. I had to be far away from him. I couldn’t stay any longer around him. I just can’t.

*

The weather was super cold so I had a hot bath, prepared by the head maid. I was so relieved that I could get a warm water tohave my morning bath.

I remember when I was at home, no one even had my time or cared about me at all, not even my father, or rather the man I called my father. I did all the caring for myself and by myself. I couldn’t even think about bathing in warm water, that was a luxury only my stepmother and her daughter were accorded.

I stood out of the bathtub, quickly put on a short black gown and went down to the kitchen.

“Young miss you’re not allowed to be in here.” The headmaid almost screamed when she saw me putting on an apron. “Mr. Black would be furious.”

I laughed and walked up to her.

“He’s my husband.” I assured the head maid, “And I’ll take care of him myself. Stop bothering yourself about that and show me where I can make breakfast before he leaves for work.”

The maid sighed. She wanted to argue further but she saw it was futile and unnecessary to continue arguing with me when she knew perfectly well that I wasn’t going to move an inch until I got breakfast done.

She ushered me into another room which was bigger than the previous one. Entering the room, I was welcomed with a mouth-watering hot steam from the cookers, mounted for every maid in the kitchen.

“Wow…” escaped my lips. I looked around the room and noticed as they all saw my appearance, they stopped in sync.

“Greetings Mrs. Black,” they all said together and bowed their head at me and I didn’t say a thing. I walked forward, my hands resting on my hips.

“This is the kitchen?” I look over my shoulder asking the head maid behind me who had her head bowed.

“Yes, Ma’am.” She said. “But just half of it. You can use whatever you want here to get breakfast ready.”

She assured me and I nodded twice.

Swiftly, I decided to make breakfast.

*

It was 8 pm when I stepped out of the kitchen. I had ordered the head maid to serve Sebastian, as usual.

At the dining hall, Sebastian Black was already seated. He held his phone in his hand and was carefully scrolling through.

When the head maid was done preparing the table, she bowed and moved to the corner of the dining room, waiting for him to be done with his meal so she could clear the table afterward.

I stood at a passage closer to the dinner table and was staring at Sebastian, waiting for him to take a bite of my meal. I wanted to see his reaction.

Soon after he was done with his phone, he dropped it and picked up a spoon provided at the side of his plate.

He cleared his throat before feeling his spoon into the bowl of soup and raising it to his lips. About taking a sip, he stopped, inhaling the aroma of the soup.

“Who made this?” His voice came out cold and the maid trembled almost immediately. “Tell me.”

“The cooks, Mr. Black.” She bowed as she spoke. “You don’t like it, sir?”

The maid asked but Sebastian remained silent, it bothered me. He takes a sip, with of the soup in the spoon, he dipped his spoon inside the bowl of rice and had a bite.

“No…no.” He shakes his head, his voice frustrated. The maid bent her head like she was about to be slapped. “This tastes different. Who made this!!!!”

He roared. When I noticed that things were about to escalate, I rushed my feet to the dinner table.

“Your wife, Sir.” The maid went on her knees immediately. “Please sir, forgive me.”

I pushed the door open and strode into the room. Sebastian turned his gaze to me and back at the maid. I walked up to sit beside him, placing my bowl of rice on the table.

“How are you enjoying your breakfast, Mr. Black,” I say and he doesn’t even look at me. “It’s too early to be getting angry. Quickly eat up before what I prepared for my darling husband go cold.”

I literally heard him smirk.

“No, I’m not, actually...” He finally responded to me. “This meal…” he looks at the plate and back at me. “This tastes worse than the cook's foods even on their worst days.” He picked up a paper roll on the table and spit what he had eaten into it.

He stood to his feet, pushing his chair backward. His gaze was straight and cold. He adjusted his tie at his neck before walking past me and headed for the door.