Oliver's POV
"I am not your wife."
"You look like one." Eric said smirking and I glared at him as I held a basket under my arm supporting the bottom with my hand.
Yes I had a scarf on my head. Yes it was pink. It was the only scarf I could find that was clean and able to fit on my head. Yes I had a dirty apron on that would look like a dress since I'm wearing shorts which Eric doesn't approve outside. He gets jealous if he sees or even thinks someone looked or is staring. But back to the apron, it was dirty because I'm not the best cook and food splattered on it. Which reminds me, I need to clean it.
I huffed taking the apron off and stuffed into the basket that was already full of dirty clothes. "Such a lazy bast-" I began to grumble as I walked away but he grabbed me from behind. "A
