1yr 4 months (in this world)
I count every day; I am grateful, I've learned to be a super tolerant person.
Serious my thoughts are constantly filled with; maiming and rampaging for the hell of it.
Instead, though, I gripped those things and shoved them aside, patting myself for my accomplishment, because I have resisted the urges and various temptations that cropped up.
Either way, beyond all of those trivial things,
I came, did my work and left.
I thought that keeping to myself is the best strategy, but I think yeh...it made things worse.
For example; this dude, why the f*ck won't the super sexy, hot fool, just fly away, like the annoying pest he was?
My eyes slanted, in pure annoyance, for someone who was a board member he liked buzzing around in my personal space a lot.
To boot; he was a tech genius who at twenty was one of the youngest billionaires Worldwide, see how awesome his credentials were, perfect, perfect oh and perfect.
With red hair, green eyes, pale skin who shockingly was now much larger compared to the skinny guy I knew at first... I bet he took my advice and ate a little more than hit the gym. See, I was awesome like that.
My advice is life-changing, ah.
Now he was godlike in my eyes, making me lick my lips at the thought of–
I cut myself off nope no way,
no how,
no never,
nope, not willing damn it!
Why would I entertain the idea of even try-
nope, don't even,
I cut that thought off, as well.
"Satrya, goddess satrya please just one coffee, I know you like it and the bagels with slated Ahora syrup, those with the powdered sugar, and the cheesy pasta with the blood sausages...-" and he named everything I liked, bubble gum scents, food, coffee, thank f*c*! he didn't know my favourite clothing store, or that I liked to hunt wild game...
"Ah, thank you for telling me those," he said with a smile while pulling out something as if from thin air.
In an attempt to blank my mind, I was graced with this sight before my eyes; like my god! He even had a small bubblegum coloured book and a purple pen.
Just wow f*cking wow I stared at him in somewhat fascination mixed with horror glimpsing his writing which I had to admit was really nice and better than mines.
I bet he practised every day to perfect it, ah such a perfect man... Why, though... Did he have to be so pathetically annoying?
I think I will probably start pulling out my hair or jump kick him so he can fly away.
Just then the door was open and oh yes! Lo-and-behold was my saviour and man that was another perfect ah, was this a threat? It's not funny!
My husband entered, saving me from enduring more. He wore a bubble gum pink shirt. Did I mention he was mega hot?
Yeh, my husband makes me drool like a thirsty b*tch.
I had to even wipe my mouth, so it doesn't give my perfect look some negative points.
So anyway, my husband wore a bubble-
Ah right, I mentioned that before... His slacks were checkered grey and black with a long matching jacket. He spoke as soon as he entered, overlooking the pest nearby.
"Satrya, I am here to take you to lunch,"
I grabbed my backpack;
Made from leather -
well, the skin of a buffalo.
It was lovely, a total lost shaving this part, but the remainder were put to good use so... I cheered up at the thought.
Anyway, the meat to the bones I had used to make a soup and for my sweet wolf pup who was huge yeh about to I should say to my hip, with a huge head and muscled body with such beautiful fur, sigh if I didn't love him to death I'd have killed him and used his skin for another backpack, well it was my loss and who knows he might turn "feral" then I can just crush his skull and skin him then, he might be too tough for me to eat though so his meat might be a waste sigh.
"Coffee and lunch?"
I questioned expectantly, but he shot me down.
Coffee is life, it's not like I'm starving, I not too long ate some food I'd packed about ten minutes ago.
"Food and then coffee. I have to stay longer today so I can finish something, make sure to let in wolf,"
"Yes," we stood opposite each other in the elevator with him in his suit, tailor-made to fit him, ah that scrumptious form, I looked down at his shoes, a smile blooming in a flash on my face yup I made those babies.
It took me three months, but I had tossed them at his head on his birthdate along with a card, then I made dinner. A steak obviously, with some vegetables and a wine sauce. The wine, well I bought that, but I was learning to make it to.
I wanted to be able to make all things to help me survive, clothes, shoes, food, a small home, fire to keep warm.. yeh.
I felt like I had to know.
The shoes were my third try, while the others he kept home. Hahaha, he didn't want to throw them because he said it was the first thing I ever made with good intentions for him. Well, he was right. I wanted to get laid, sure I can accept whatever but I wanted to know my husband; I wanted to know this man before I banged the hell out of him.
As we ate, me; a wild bird with vegetables slow cooked with a sauce that made me close my eyes and gasp. It was almost as good as mine, haha haha. The chef came out a smile on his face, he was middle-aged with a decent form I mean if I didn't have my husband, the "Wolf", stalker or ex-boss as a few examples he would have been an extremely handsome man but sadly even though his body was OK, he lacked enough muscles leaning more on the slim fit side... His eyes were brown and hair a dark brown and his voice... Oh yeh, it was basic.
"I had personally prepared your meal. Tell me, how was it? The recipes you had taught me previously I have been working tirelessly to perfect it,"
I'd cooked once when he had suddenly fallen ill, it was a restaurant that serves large meals at a high price five thousand a plate, my eye twitched on the left side whenever I thought of that price but it was a pure bliss that one time when I prepared so many meals in that short time for guest.
Either way, once a month was good or when my sweet husband took me for lunch.
the fucker was loaded, not like a billionaire loaded like that stalker, but enough that he was close.
Sparing the chef a glance, I wiped my mouth and spoke.
"It is alright next time add some more sugar to the meat the bird tends to be quite bitter when cooked longer than the allotted time of twenty minutes. This will help cut the bitterness."
"Ah yes, you are right, the bird does tend to be like that,"
"This is my husband, I am sure you remember him from the few times we have visited,"