Stretching her arms and legs on the soft mattress, two pairs of ice-blue eyes came into view, Elsa rolled back and forth on the soft mattress before sitting up. She could see trails of sunlight already penetrating the room through the open glass and the light curtains. That's when she knew it was the late hours of the morning. She got off the bed and stepped into the bathroom, to freshen up.
Stepping out of the room Elsa found her way down the stairs to the lounge to notice how weirdly quiet the mansion had turned. Where's everyone? She thought veering her head around but found no one, not even a single guard or the butler that's always the first to wake up and last to sleep.
Was this the punishment Liam talked about, making everyone disappear completely? Where's Liam too? She felt anxious instantly, how the hell is she meant to live here alone, without anyone to talk to. Elsa could feel her body already vibrating from the thought of it. It can't be, Liam cannot be this cruel to her, this punishment is too much to take.
She got out of the lounge to the yard but still found no one around, this must be a prank, they were pranking her and it isn't funny at all. She darted her gaze to the left only to see a familiar figure sitted in the garden with newsprint in his hands, a little tinge of hope filled her as she saw him.
Liam was having a peaceful morning like every other morning after sending the maids and butler on a two days vacation so he will not be disturbed when his punishments on his cute wife starts. He heard mild steps approach him from a distance. He smiled.
She's finally woken from her sleep, "Liam." Her tiny voice called and he met her gaze, raising a brow, she's in his shirt looking damn sexy. He wondered what color of undies she'd be wearing beneath that shirt, is she even wearing a bra? Cause he could already see the nipples perking out. His lips parted as he stared down at those twin peaks.
Naughtiness took over his thinking, but he blinked many times to get the stupid thoughts off his head. If he wants to punish this woman, then he has to ignore her looks. Elsa's eyes finally lit up, she was happy to see him here even after their little arguments the previous night.
"Good morning." She greeted hesitating a bit from talking about the maids when it was clearly her punishment. She wondered who would do all the house chores now that liam sent them away.
"Hmm, morning Love." He continued dipping his coffee nonchalantly, which pissed her off. "I couldn't find a maid around when I woke up." "I sent them all on a vacation, so you would carry out your duties as a wife." He said with an impassive face. Now he's thought about it, it angered him that she would rather he punishes her than the harm that son of a b**ch.
"What responsibilities are you talking about?" Elsa frowned a bit, she didn't like where this was going, there's no way she'd do all the house chores in this big mansion. For crying out loud, they were not in the nineties!
"It's 9 am already, I haven't had breakfast yet Wife." "I'm your wife Liam, not a maid." She stamped a foot on the floor. She can't recall ever cooking a thing before, she's never touched or entered the kitchen except that one time she cooked with him. How can Liam be this cruel to her?
"And you think cooking for your husband is not your responsibility? How did I let you grow into a woman without teaching you this basic stuff? He said so calmly annoying her even more. Liam has never been this annoying to her before.
Right now she regretted not staying with Breitbart when he had asked about them. She wouldn't go through these sufferings right. What man does not trust his wife?
She found her way into the kitchen to prepare whatever,
15 mins later,
Three plates of burnt sandwiches were already in the bin, awaiting nature's natural occurrences. Cleaning the sweat drop on her head, Elsa tried again for the third time after tieing the numerous cuts on her hands, from the lettuce, tomatoes, and other vegetables she sliced.
She wanted to impress Liam so badly, but cooking is definitely not her thing. She was frustrated, almost at the point of crying, she would prefer something else. This punishment is too much for her, Liam really knows how to get her every time. What's with this teasing now?
She placed another pan on the heat adding little butter and the necessary stuff, only for it results to remain the same. Elsa felt frustrated, this is too much on her, all she wanted was to make a good sandwich, but it seems all forces were against her. She's eaten these before and she knew breaded sandwich was one of the easiest if not the easiest breakfast to prepare.
She was already getting upset, maybe a bread sandwich isn't her thing, maybe she could prepare other things other than that. But what else can she prepare? She's already spent more than 15mins of her time trying to make less productive stuff. She threw the burnt food into the bin placing the pan on the hot cooker as she sliced another set of vegetables only to cut her fingers for the seventh time.
Elsa was on the verge of losing it as she placed her fingers into her mouth to stop blood from flowing out. She stepped out of the kitchen forgetting the pan on the cooker all in a haste to stop her hands from bleeding, she can't even fry an egg, not to think of anything else, so how is she meant to prepare breakfast?
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"I'll be out of the country for a few days, will you be alright to stay alone yourself?" Florence asked staring at the girl who has refused to say a word since they got up this morning. Even the good morning they once sang was not heard by her, she hoped and prayed Claire does not do anything stupid that could endanger her while she was away.
"If you're not going to say anything to me, at least eat your food," Florence added but the girl still said nothing to her. She gave up, One thing Florence could not understand was why she was upset at not winning the position of the prom queen. She tried buying her daughters way before but found out it's against the school policy to cheat through.
Elsa won that fair and square, which is acceptable by everyone. "You can't kill yourself for over that stupid position." "Can't kill me? That is my career line, if people don't like me enough to vote for me, what makes you think they'd like me when I finally become a celebrity?"
"Claire winning an award doesn't give you money, especially a School award." "But it gives honor, honours are what I need." She got up and left the dining room. Florence sighed heavily, she can't just understand teenagers and their mood swings. She really spoilt this girl into thinking she could have everything she wants in this life.
"Keep a close eye on my daughter Timothy, I don't need stories when I get back." She said calmly for the man to bow slightly. The deal she just got was not an ordinary one, she's building her way deeper into the business world, mingling with top business moguls to become an unstoppable force. Since Williams has tried to destroy her business lately, it's best she alliance with top people to bring him down.
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"Is burning down this mansion a way of making breakfast?" Liam coughed through his words waving off the smoke with his hands, only to see his wife with a pan and spatula, in the pan was bunt beef. He was flabbergasted, the only thing he asked for was breakfast, not a burnt kitchen. He was thinking bread and jam or butter like every normal person, not burnt beef. He stared at the girl who had bandages on her fingers letting out a heavy sigh.
In just thirty minutes his building was almost burnt down, "Remind me never to let you close to the kitchen anymore." He picked her up and took her up the stairs. She's even more troublesome than a five year old child, "How did you hurt your fingers?" He placed her on the bed.
"I tried slicing some lettuce and tomatoes and these happened." "Have you never cooked in your life?." Liam stepped into the closet to get the first aid kit and a brand new shirt before getting back into the room. "No, I've never cooked." He met her gaze as he uncovered the bandage from her hands slowly so as not to hurt her.
But his naughty woman was already feeling the heat from his stare to the point of her losing her breath. He blew her injured fingers making her shiver and she curled her toes, she wanted him again, her body inched of him. Liam was only treating her injuries, right? So why does it feel like he is seducing her?
"All done, I'll handle the cooking from now on you just watch." He pulled his shirt on her replacing it with the new one he brought, which was smaller than the former. He was right when he thought she wasn't wearing a bra, at this point, the girl sitted on the bed had turned red from embarrassment. No matter how many times he's seen her naked, she just couldn't get used to it.
Liam picked her up again and took her back to the kitchen, which was now back to it's default setting. How did it happen? Just a few minutes ago, everywhere was messy and the entire place smelt like burnt stuff, but now, it didn't seem like the place was ever messy.
He placed her on the counter as he wore an apron, "My arms got hurt, not my legs." She said calmly. "You hurt your arms this time, who knows if the next will be your legs, I should protect what's mine before it gets damaged."
Liam sliced some vegetables with ease, bringing out two fish from the fridge as he applied seasoning on one, and only added lemon to the other. Both fish were placed separately in a heated oven for baking alongside some vegetables and other specialties which were placed around them.
"Here have this." She parted her lips and received a piece of sliced hot dog, only for it to be stolen by the man standing next to her. Elsa was agape, she met his gaze to see the grin on his lips, how much more ruthless can this man be? She was yet to recover from the former attack and another one came in, this time more hungry and demanding than the first.
She was drowning in his kiss, how she's missed these gorgeous lips of his on hers. Her desperate hands went to his hair making sure not to hurt her fingers, she pulled him closer to her, both people have missed each other so much but just didn't know how to express it. The kitchen was filled with the sound of their kisses, and her sighs.
While distracting her with the kiss, his hands went underneath his shirt, caressing her white thighs. His action earned a silent moan from her lips, that had him groaning to deepen the kiss. This woman is sweeter than his favorite wine, he just couldn't get enough of her.