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IRENE

I got back from buying groceries, parking the BMW A X6 in the huge garage. I got out and took the five plastic bags out of the boot.

I struggled to carry them out of the garage, going up a few steps and stood in front of the door. I went in to one of the maids dusting the couch.

I dropped the plastic a bit too harshly, grabbing attention, but I didn't care less as I tried to catch my own breath from carrying all this all the way from the garage. It was truly a long distance.

One of the maids, Bridgette, turned to me. "Oh!" She drops the duster on the couch and rushes to me. "Afternoon ma'am. This must have been so difficult for you. I'll carry them all to the kitchen."

"No Bridgette, I'll carry some and you carry the rest. I don't want to mean leaving everything for only you to carry."

"Are you sure about that, ma'am?"

"Yes darling I'll be fine." I looked around the house, searching for someone, then helped Bridgette to carry some of the plastic. "Is your mum here today?" I asked.

Bridgette is 19 years old. The daughter of one of our two maids, Fiona, who is in her early 40s. The other maid is Ella, who comes when Bridgette goes back to school to help Fiona.

This maid comes three times a week.

"Yes, she's just in the movie theatre, cleaning." She said. I nodded at her.

This mansion is huge. It has a swimming pool, game room, library, movie theatre and a huge room at the back obviously held for events or parties. This mansion has twenty guest rooms. It's basically a dream house.

We both reach the kitchen and drop the groceries on the counter.

Sebastian doesn't even have time to eat dinner with me. I always have to pack it for him in a lunch box, so at least he eats my food on his break at work. He always brings me back empty, making me relieved and my heart can't help but feel warm.

"Are you cooking something for dinner?" She asks, peaking inside the plastic.

"Yes, I am. I'm cooking lasagna for dinner."

"Delicious. Do you need my help?"

"No it's fine. You can continue with what you were doing and just inform your mum that I'm back."

She nods with a simple smile and walks away.

*****

I got up from the couch as soon as I heard the door shutting. I quickly walked to who it was. Just then Sebastian came into view. I jumped on him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Woah!" He exclaimed at my unexpected action. But he dropped his suitcase and hugged me tighter, landing a kiss on my cheek.

I broke the hug and got back down on my feet smiling at him. "I missed you as always." I said.

"Me too love." He said, bending slightly and moving his head to my neck. I could hear him inhaling my scent. I put my hands on his back.

"How was work?"

"Busy and tiring as always. I wonder what they would have done without me." He said, moving away from my neck and staring at me with his cocky smirk.

"Oh please. Don't flatter yourself too much." I chuckled, hitting his arm lightly.

I picked up his suitcase for him. He puts his arm on my waist as we both climb the stairs.

Tonight or never, I'm going to say everything that has been bothering me. Everything.

A minute later, we got to our room with him making silly jokes and flirting and me laughing at his jokes as we continuously chat. "I'll just take a quick shower, I'll be right back, flower." He lands a kiss on my cheek before taking off his suit jacket and dropped it on the bed. He makes his way to the bathroom and shuts the door.

I walked towards the bed and sat on the edge. I'm nervous about telling him I want to work because he has never liked the idea of me working ever since we met. He fired me from the night club I used to work in. Well, the worst way to find out your boyfriend was the owner of the club. He told me not to work again since then. He gets angry every time I bring up the topic and says he'll take care of my financial situation.

We actually fought about it and he somehow got my account details and kept sending me money. I told him to take it back or I would throw it away, even though I didn't know what I meant myself by that. He never stopped. But that didn't stop me from looking for a job. I got a job at a cafe, but they said they didn't need me anymore after two days of working there. I searched for another job and got to walk at a restaurant, but after four days of working, I got fired again. I didn't give up until I got a job at a furniture store, but got fired after two days of work.

I took that as me not good enough at working. I got upset for days and decided to tell Sebastian the truth out of frustration, only to find out he was the source of all the firings I received. I got angry with him for days and thought of breaking up with him, but we got back together after two weeks with a kiss and I loved him so much, so I decided to just accept his money and stop working as he wanted. After eight months later, we decided to get married since we cannot be separated and everyone knew that we were inseparable, so we got married.

So I usually just spent time with him or my friend helping her at her workplace. But now that I'm married and alone in this huge house, I definitely need a job to stop thinking so much and before I get completely insane. I need to be busy.

I picked up his suit jacket and went inside our walk-in closet and hung his suit jacket in the right place. As I turned around, my dear husband got in with only a towel on his lower region. Looking sexy as always, my eyes couldn't help but travel from his pump chest to his eight packs to his V shape pointing straight down to...oh gosh.

I could feel myself getting wet already just imagining dirty stuff. I met his eyes again and I felt my cheeks heating up with that cocky smirk on his face.

He chuckles and walks up to me, standing a few inches away. "I'm all your sweet cheeks." He says huskily, and removes his towel. I was left stunned for a few seconds. Oh God, I am completely whipped off of the surface of this Earth. He stood a few inches away from me in all his glory. This just never seems old. Can I get used to seeing him like this?

His arms came towards me. No Irene Grey! No! Don't get distracted again or you might just miss another chance to say it. Talk to him now or never!

I quickly moved back before his hands could touch me, missing the warmth already. I'll get it back in bed. I said, trying to assure myself. Sebastian had a mixed look of confused and surprise. I guess.

"Uh, we......you have... have to dress up. I'll be in the room." I said, walking away from him as quickly as I could and got out of the walk-in closet. As soon as I close it, I lean on it and let out a breath of relief. That was so close. I was going to be trapped in his delicious body again and warmness. Gosh! I just can't get enough of him.

Of course, that's why you got married to him.

Yeah true. I smiled at the thought of that and started blushing as I moved my hair behind my ear. Yeah, people did whisper at the wedding that I'm so lucky to marry a Greek God and a dream man like him. But I couldn't help but get possessive with their eyes on him. I hated it and glared at them all anytime I could. I still get angry remembering it.

My eyes met his suitcase. I walked towards it and picked it up, then walked to the corner of the room and dropped his suitcase. I felt arms circling my waist. I put my hands on top of his. I felt chills down my spine as he landed a kiss on my neck.

"I can't get enough of this." He said, kissing all the way to my shoulder and moving my clothes off my shoulder as he continued leaving wet kisses. My body jolts with pleasure shooting in. Oh god. It was getting heated already.

No Irene. Don't.

I slowly closed my eyes and tried focusing. "Sebastian, we need to talk," I said breathlessly, as he was reaching my breast. He doesn't stop as he kisses the top of my breast now. "Seby." I called.

"Talk about what?" He asks, still not stopping. I quickly moved away from him, feeling a bit down at missing the heat radiating from his body. He was distracting me. I turned to look at him.

He stares at me with questioning eyes but an unreadable expression. I let out a breath.

Here it goes.

"I need a job."