Falling For My Contract Husband

Sabelo's house

I looked at my mother-in-law looking sad. I almost asked Sabelo to let me stay with her for another week. I really enjoyed her company. And I think we are building a good relationship. Sadly, that relationship might end if this marriage does. Most married women always complain about not getting along with their mother-in-laws. Apparently, those who do, do not last in their marriages. In my case, it's true. I wave as Sabelo drives off with the promise to text her when we get to Sabelo's place. I wonder what it looks like. I bet it's as big as his parents' house. We drove for an hour and a half. When the gate opens, I see a huge house, with 3 storeys. Rich people are such show offs. This guy probably lives here alone, not counting the staff. Because I am sure as hell a house wouldn't look this nice without people to clean and maintain it. He stops in front of double doors. A guy appears out of nowhere, he opens Sabelo's door and then he rounds to my side, but I open the door before he does. He smiles and greets me. His name is Lungelo and I will introduce myself. He closes the passenger door as I follow Sabelo inside the house. It is so beautiful. I can't believe I'll be spending 12 months here. But it also looks like a show house. It's like no one lives here. I followed Sabelo through a huge sitting room with the biggest TV I've ever seen. We went through the kitchen with glossy blue cabinets, a huge fridge and expensive-looking stainless steel appliances. I followed Sabelo towards the steps we passed on the second floor. On the third floor, he stops at the second door on my left. He tells me this is my room. I nodded and opened the door. If I didn't know better, I'd say this room was decorated just for me. It looks like something out of a magazine. Everything here must have cost a fortune.

"Close your mouth." Sabelo reprimands. I do and I walk in. The walls are glossy white like I suspected they would be. Like the rest of the house. There's a huge bed. It must be king-and extended. I remember how my brothers and I wanted this bed because the double bed wasn't big enough for the 3 of us. In summer it was almost impossible to sleep, the heat was too much. We all tried sleeping on the floor, but the floor hurt, making our whole bodies hurt. So we stopped, we ended up taking turns sleeping in the middle. It was pure torture in summer. My mom refused to let us sleep on the couch. But my dad couldn't afford to buy it. And I started a job, there were so many important things to do and buy. But now I have decided to buy them the bed we wanted. Only this time did they both have their rooms. There's a grey couch. I'd be surprised if there wasn't anything grey here. There's a TV stand with a plasma, decoder and speakers. Another grey couch at the foot of the bed facing the TV. There are white bedside tables, 2 white lamps. Two doors. I opened the doors to see what was behind them. On my right there's an ensuite with a bathtub, shower cubicle, cabinet, sink and toilet. I closed it, and opened the door on my left. It's a closet fully packed. Everything here is new. I wonder where they kept my clothes. I decided to walk to bed. I'm tired. Sabelo's mom and I didn't sleep last night. We talked until the wee hours. She really needs someone to talk to, otherwise she'll be sick. I decided to take a nap. I try to open my eyes when someone roughly shakes me. It's Sabelo.

"The staff can't find you in here. I thought you knew this." He tells me, sounding pissed. I'm pissed too. He should've locked the door. He knows I was up all night. It's not like I'm expected to do anything in this house. When he leaves, I decide to go take a nap in his bedroom. The biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. An hour later, he dragged me from his bed. He looks angry, he almost drags me out of his dark room. But he must've remembered that his staff would see and hear things.

"Never ever come in here. Ever." He warns in a low voice. He doesn't even want me to fix the bed cover. He tells me he'll do it. I wonder what he thinks I'll do in this ugly ass room. I walked across his room to mine. I need to brush my teeth and wash my face, before I head downstairs.

I found a maid my age in the kitchen.

"Hello madam. Do you need anything to eat or drink? For drinks there's freshly squeezed..."

"Hi, I'm Simi. And are you?"

"Oh I'm sorry madam…"

"Simi."

"Madam Simi."

"No, do not call me madam. Call me Simi." I corrected her. I don't even know why she sounds so nervous.

"And what's your name?"

"I'm Okuhle." She tells me.

"Okay Okuhle. I need something to drink. But don't stress about me. Just continue with what you were doing. I'll pour myself whatever I find in the fridge."

"But mada…" She stops as if to correct her mistake. "Simi, it's my job to get whatever you need anytime you need it. The boss's order."

"Oh don't mind him. Continue with what you were doing. I'll be fine." She still argued until Sabelo told her to let me do whatever I needed to do.