Unbelievable.

5. Damn.

Damien’s P.O.V.

Damien - “Greg I can’t make that appointment in the morning I’ve double booked, rebook it for tomorrow afternoon & I’ll sort it out in the morning.”

Greg - “Done, anything else?”

Damien - “that’s all.”

I said and I cut the call, we are still in the car on our way home.

Kahlae - “can’t make it because .. busy .. “

I didn’t exactly catch what she was mumbling about, but I could tell she obviously had something to say.

Damien - “I am right here, you can say something to me directly if you need to.”

I said all of a sudden & I could tell she was shocked heck so was I, I mean why do I care what she has to say.

Let alone why do I want to make conversation with her, although she is my wife.

Fake wife .. but whatever!!

Kahlae - “I’d prefer not to directly have a conversation with you. Thanks though Mr Kingston.”

She said matter of factly & this irritated me, despite our situation & everything.

She could at least talk to me like I’m her husband or at least call me by my name.

Damien - “Mr Kingston hm .. okay.”

Kahlae - “Is there a problem?”

She asked with questioning eyes & I just shrugged my shoulders & continued what I was doing on my phone.

Once we arrived home & made our way inside, Kahlae went upstairs & changed into some pyjamas before coming back down to the kitchen.

I was sitting in the sitting room finishing a few emails when I heard someone ask me ..

Lu - “coffee sir?”

My personal cook Lu asked me.

Damien - “whiskey”

I nodded to her as she had placed a glass of whiskey in front of me.

She was a great cook & a widowed mother of 3.

I enjoyed having her work for me because she wasn’t like the other females that were trying to sleep with me, I can’t have someone like that work for me let alone be in my home 24/7.

The females I do that with as I said, no female ever gets to make it to my bed, it’s either there bed or motels.

I can’t trust a female enough to have her be in my personal life & my home.

My wife is an exception of course but only due to the circumstances otherwise have it my way, this wouldn’t be happening.

As I’m sitting on the couch finishing up emails & deep in my own thoughts, it took me awhile to notice that Kahlae had come back to the kitchen to make food.

Damien - “why do you do that? Why can’t you ask Lu to make it for you?”

I don’t understand this girl, she always cooks not only for herself but me too, but why would you do that when we have maids and cooks who can do it for us.

I thought females love that s**t to.

Kahlae - “Why don’t you mind your damn business, if you want some then just say so.”

Damien - “what’s with the attitude? I hire f*****g maids and cooks around this place for that purpose -“

I didn’t even get to finish what I was saying before Kahlae cut me off

Kahlae - “yeah and that’s your problem, can’t you cook for yourself or anything? My attitude only depends on your stupidity.”

At that last word she said, my anger took over.

Damien - “are you calling me stupid?”

I grabbed her by her throat.

Her body jolted and my grip on her was tight.

Kahlae - “Do your f*****g worse Damien, being in this arranged marriage is hell anyways.”

She managed to say.

Damien - “two more f*****g years”

I whispered by her ears and shoved her against the kitchen wall.

After which she slowly pulled herself to her feet as I stood back & glared at her.

She sneered at me an walked out of the kitchen leaving me in the kitchen and leaving her food on the counter half prepared.

Now I feel abit bad for my actions because she clearly was hungry and I’ve just spoiled her appetite.

Fuck .. why do I even care?!

Damn it I can’t be caught up over her, she’s just like every other female - they only ever want something from me!!!!

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Kahlae’s P.O.V.

He’s such a f*****g asshole, well I learnt that he has a sensitive spot for the word ‘Stupid’.

He f*****g frustrates me, although it’s been normal for us not to exchange conversations, I couldn’t help but wonder if things were abit off for him tonight?!

He touched me and grabbed me more than usual. When we go out to events he doesn’t hold my hand but I hold his arm. He definitely doesn’t grab me by my waist & these small little signs kept throwing me off guard tonight.

I almost thought I was with someone else for a split second.

Then we get to the car & he’s talking about how he can’t make it tomorrow afternoon & each time I hear him say something like that. I can’t help but to assume that he is obviously meeting another female because well it’s just his thing to do.

I hate him .. but I don’t .. but I do .. arrgghhh!!!!

*knock knock *

I hear on my room door

Kahlae - “Go away.”

* Door opens *

Kahlae - “I said go away.”

I repeat myself while throwing a pillow at the door to the intruder who is obviously my so called husband.

Damien - “Look I’m sorry okay, I just wanted to come see if you were hungry?”

He asked while picking up the pillow, placing it back on my bed & sitting at the foot of my bed.

Kahlae - “And why would you care Mr. Kingston? Just leave me alone.”

I sneered at him as I brought my knees towards my chest & wrapped my arms around them while leaning my head on my knees staring at anything other than him.

Damien - “f**k you know .. your right.”

He said then got up and made his way out of my room slamming the door.

All I could think was ‘good, get the f**k out’!!!!

This will all be a lot easier if we keep living together as strangers.

The least time we spend together trying to get to know each other over the course of this contract the smoother and easier this will be when we end things.