Bad wife

Chapter 27

Mikhail's eyes widened at the thought.

"My wife did what?" He asked Rob to see the smiling man facing the earth.

"Oh, you have to start talking now Rob!"

"I'm so sorry sir, but madam prepared a lot of dishes and we all ate." He said, and she hissed.

She was at the back of the door, hearing.

Rob indeed had a big mouth, but it was not his fault. He had to report everything to his Boss.

"So why are you here? Where the hell is she?" He asked, and just then the door flung open.

It wasn't that she was not hurt from seeing the lady come out of his office and straighten her clothes.

She hated the sight of it, and seeing it recall in her head...she almost screamed.

Composing herself, she walked to the other vacant seat and sat down.

"Hi, hubby." She flashed him a smile and turned to Rob.

"You can go now, Rob." She said again, and the latter waited no more to confirm her words.

"This mission of yours has been so nice, isn't it?" She asked, and he sighed.

"You cooked for the guards."

"You killedthemy, man." She said.

"He was going to die sooner or later sweetheart, you just prolonged his death for two hours."

"So you still killed him after we left? Sent one of your guys to end his life and boom.. the man was found dead, how sweet of you babe." She mumbled and he huffed.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, making the chair he sat on turn in circles.

"Missed my husband and came to visit, only to see a woman..." She stopped, her eyes widening.

Shit, she didn't want to say anything concerning the woman. Now he was going to act as if...she kept her rambling mind in check and smiled at him.

"What woman are you talking about?"

"Nothing." Her insides fumed in anger.

He was still denying it, even when she was not saying a thing.

Grabbing his head and banging it on the nearest table was all she had in mind but violence was not a good thing, was it?

"I meant the bartender downstairs almost knocked me out." She feigned laughing and he laughed.

Mikhail Mazza knew everything.

That was the very same reason he called himself a god.

His eyes had been on the CCTV way before he had seen her little figure walk into the club.

She had stepped into the club with Rob in front of her and he had seen her staring at the woman who had left his office, arranging her dress.

Nothing happened between them tho, though it was funny he had not touched another woman ever since he had gotten Ashley Mazza.

He wanted her and no one else.

The woman had tried to spike his drink so he'd fuck her and maybe get her filled up with his child.

He had never fucked any woman without a condom.

Staring at Ashley, he knew what was going on in her head and smirked.

"What do you want to say, Ashley? You might as well say it now and free yourself the stare." He said and she rolled her eyes.

"Oh please." She rolled her eyes.

It was at the tip of her tongue to ask him what happened with the woman that had left his office but like he had said; do not invade my privacy.

"I brought you food." She mumbled instead, dropping the fancy bag and taking out the food.

"Hmm, such a good wife of mine." He mumbled, staring at the flask she had brought.

He shook his head.

His wife was something else. Of all the flasks she had seen in the Mansion, she had picked the one covered in spider Man.

"Such bad taste of fashion." He hissed and she rolled her eyes again.

"You're not eating the flask, are you? And besides who doesn't like spider Man?" She snorted and he chuckled, picking up the spoon by the side and opening the flask.

"Mmm." He moaned and smiled at her.

"Did you cook for the guards as well?" He asked and she nodded.

"They looked hungry, you should begin to treat them like humans and not just guards, it makes them love you the more and prevents moles." She said, and he chuckled.

He'd chosen well.

"You're a good cook." He mumbled, stuffing the food into his mouth.

"I'm I suppose to take that as a compliment?" She asked, and he looked up.

"No. It was for the food dummy." He scoffed.

"Uhmm..." She trailed off, biting her lips.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I want to get some clothes from the mall." She said.

"And?"

"Can I go to the mall?" She asked again and he chuckled, his eyes leaving the food to look at her again.

"You're asking?"

"I don't want more trouble, that's why." She glared at him and he nodded.

"Go back home, open the basement you were in before and you'll see a safe beside a portrait. Open it and take as much money as you need for the mall." He said and her eyes widened.

"I can go?" She asked again to be sure.

Ashley had to be sure. It was not right to believe the man's word.

"You can only if I go with you." He said.

Ashley frowned.

"You're such a glutton." She mumbled, staring into the flask.

The food in there was just too much for only one person, she had done that in case he wanted to save some for later.

"Get up, let's go." He hissed, and she rolled her eyes.

*****

They were already in the basement.

She looked up at him and frowned.

"When was my palm print input here?" She asked.

Of course, she had never registered her palm print there.