Chapter 2

• Chapter 2 :
• Van’s Pov
• The next day, when I came down for breakfast I noticed the food that was prepared for one person only which made me confused and so I called the maid.
• “Where is she?’ I asked the maid
• The maid looked at me with a confused face. “ About that Sir, Ms. Wixx asked if she could use the kitchen to cook her own food and because we were unsure what to answer Ms. Wixx decided to eat breakfast outside” The maid explained what had happened.
• Damn it, that woman must think I forbid her to use any of the things in the house. I mean yes I hated her and this marriage but I’m not that cruel to forbid her to use anything in the house.
• “Oh you are here” I heard a familiar voice and glance to see her holding a plastic bag which I could understand her breakfast and she was holding her a coffee cup.
• “I am sorry Mr. Adair, I’ll just go to my room” She said without waiting for me to speak.
• Goddamn it. Fine it’s useless for me to explain everything to her when she herself won’t even wait for me to say anything . I tried to ignore the expression that I saw in her face and just convinced myself that this is for the best that she hates me so that when we have our divorce there will be no hard feelings left.
• When I was done eating my breakfast alone and was about to leave for work, I saw her coming down the stairs while holding the plastic that had her breakfast which is now empty. She looks towards where I was and hides the plastic on her back.
• “ Have a good day at work Mr. Adair, "she said to me.
• I just nodded at her to acknowledge what she said and continued to walk away outside the house. I immediately got inside the car when I noticed she also got outside of the house and walked towards the gate where we put our trash. I don’t know what came to me but I got out of the car and walked towards her and grabbed her arm.
• “What the hell are you doing?” I asked her in an annoyed voice.
• She looked confused at me “ Throwing my own garbage?” she replied in confusion while looking scared at me as if she violated something.
• I immediately stopped holding her arm. “ I mean why are you throwing that yourself when you can just throw it inside the house?” I changed my question for her to understand my point.
• “Oh, because I am not allowed ?” She replied to my question.
• What the hell is she talking about?!
• “What the hell are you talking about-” I didn’t finish what I was saying when my phone rang and I immediately answered the call.
• “What is it, make sure this is an important call” I warned the caller.
• “You should go Mr. Adair, sorry for making you go to work late” She whispered apologetically and slowly walked away from me still holding the trash and come inside the house again.
• Damn it!
• Nyla’s POV
• I thought he was going to hit me and thank God someone had called him or I don’t want to think about it. I immediately escaped away from him while he was on the phone and walked back inside the house before he could follow me.
• “So how’s the night with your handsome husband girl?” Jess asked while we were at work.
• I know she was asking but I can’t just tell her the truth that nothing had happened because we slept in different beds. After I got inside the house again, I went to my room to prepare for work. I have my own business in town that I manage in the city. It's not that big a business, just a small one that I came up with the money that I inherited from my parents after they died.
• “It was good,” I replied to her while I entertained the customers.
• Jess groaned in protest “ come on Nyla spill the tea please” She begged at me.
• I sighed at Jess and looked at her annoyingly. “ Jess please, it’s embarrassing to tell you my sex life with my husband and I am trying to work here” I scolded her.
• “Okay, I’m sorry I won’t ask anymore but just answer my last question” She apologizes to me recognizing her fault.
• I raised my eyebrow at her , warning her “ I promise this is the last time I am asking you about your sex life with your husband” Jess promised
• “Fine , What is your question?” I agreed to answer her last question as if I had the facts to answer her. Well nothing is wrong to lie a little right?
• “Is he good at bed?” Jess asked in a curious voice.
• “O my God Jessica Hansely what kind of question is that so gross” Clara commented as she arrived when she heard Jess question.
• Jess just rolled her eyes at her “ Whatever Clara St. James, is it a crime to ask that at least huh? And I know you are also dying to ask her that’s why you are here instead of New York with your fashion show” Jess said sarcastically at Clara.
• “ Wow, how can you assume that I am here for that? For your information I am here to say goodbye to my best friend , buy some coffee and bread for my breakfast and so is he good in bed?” Clara defended herself as she explained it to Jess and asked the same question.
• “Wow what a big liar you are Clara St. James” Jess said to Clara.
• “Well I already heard it, so at least I need to hear the answer right? It’s your fault for asking that made me curious also “ Clara explained and accused Jess.
• “ Whatever liar, so what’s the answer girl and don’t let us wait for long because we both have Flights to catch “Jess demanded for a question pressuring me.
• I looked at both of them with an annoyed expression “ Well it’s not my fault both of you love gossip who just stopped here for juicy gossip right? “ I said to them.
• “ Nyla!” They both shouted at me.
• God if they are not my best friends I already kick them out of the door.
• “Fine” I said in surrender and looked away from them “ Yes” I replied quietly and immediately escaped them before they could ask any question again.
• “Nyla what does the Yes means?! Yes he is good in bed or Yes he is not good in bed?” Jess and Clara asked out loud but I didn’t answer and just entertained a new customer so that I could not reply to them again.
• I am so embarrassed about lying to them but I have no choice but to lie but if ever both me and Adair are married out of love maybe I could say he was good at bed- Arghh stop it girl this is their fault making me curious about things that shouldn't be.