Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Diana leaves in a huff, slamming doors as she goes. As soon as she’s gone, tears fall. I have got to stop crying. I wish I could be as strong as Lavinia in this moment. I finish cleaning up the kitchen. As soon as I start the dishwasher, the front door opens again and seconds later Geeb comes into the kitchen.
“You fired the housekeeper? What were you thinking? I had to give that poor woman a severance package. Do you know you made her cry?” he asks.
“Are you upset that I fired your little girlfriend?” I ask, feeling petty. I hate that he had to give her extra money though. God is so ashamed of me right now, but he drives me crazy. I can’t help it.
“My what?” he asks. I can tell he’s exasperated.
“She seemed awfully at home here.”
“Because I paid her to clean it, Ada. Nothing was going on between us. I don’t even know what her name was. That’s about as much attention I paid her.”
“Good. Is now a good time to talk about our expectations?” I ask, feeling more relieved than I have any right to.
“Expectations?”
“The expectations we have for our marriage. The mayor never gave me your response to my ad, so I don’t know what you wanted.”
“This is a fine time to discuss your expectations.”
I take a deep breath and calm myself before telling the man of my dreams what it is I want from him.
“Okay. Number one. I don’t want anyone else cleaning our home. That’s my job,” I begin before pausing for a second. Geeb just stands there listening to me. All I can think about is him coming around the counter and pulling me into his big, strong arms and kissing me. I shake my head.
One thing at a time.
Chapter Five
Geeb
God, she’s beautiful when she’s angry.
“I don’t want anyone else cleaning our home. That’s my job. I would like for us to spend time together. How are we supposed to get to know one another if we don’t talk, spend time alone and discuss things?” That’s a good question. “I would like you home for dinner every night. If it is not at the same time, please let me know when so I can make sure it is ready for you and I want children. I know it is going to take time, but I want them. That is not something I am willing to negotiate on. That’s it. For now.” That’s it, she says. That's more than I was planning on giving in the first place. “Oh and I reserve the right to add as we go along. I don’t exactly have a reference for this since you are the first man I have dated or anything.”
“I see.” I mean what else am I supposed to say?
“Do you have any expectations?” she asks, staring at me like she is waiting for me to give her the moon or something.
“I haven’t really thought about it. Can I take a raincheck?” What else am I supposed to say?
“Sure. Well if you would like to wash up for dinner, it will be ready shortly.” Nodding my head in a daze at all of the shit she just dumped on me, I go upstairs and do as she has instructed. Instructed. When did I become someone who listened? Ever since you got the best thing that has ever happened to you living in your home. The delusional part of me says.
I am standing in front of the mirror trying to see something other than what I have seen for the last seventeen years of my life, and I can’t. When I look at myself, I see the same fat, dorky kid I was in high school and college. Sure I am taller than most big guys and I was an offensive lineman in high school and college, but it changed nothing. I am still the guy no girl really wants.
Disgusted, I get in the shower and am out in no time. I grab a pair of boxers and sweatpants and put on a t-shirt. “Damn something smells good,” I say to myself, opening the bedroom door and walking down the stairs and I am stopped on the last step. For the first time since she has been in the house I take a moment to admire how beautiful she is. Beautiful is a rather tame word to describe her really. If I had to name an actress to describe her it would be Kate Upton from The Other Woman. Just shorter.
I also notice that she’s changed her clothes. Now she is dressed simply, in a white and black sundress with straps. It falls to her ankles, but it looks sexy on her. She is barefoot and I suspect that is part of what makes this moment more erotic in my mind. The only thing that could make it better would be for her to turn around and a swollen belly be underneath that dress. Whoa. Hold up. Back up and reverse. Swollen belly? What the fuck. Shaking my head I stick my hands in my pocket to try to stop myself from reaching out to her to make this a reality. I really need to get a grip.