THE CEO AND ME!

Chapter 51 - MEET MY WIFE...

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SEASON 2...

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I was sitting with knees on my chest, heads bowing down.

I had looked around the room and it was very manly and dark.

There was a king-sized bed where I was sitting at the moment, a very big wall-sized television in the front.

The walls were painted in grey, the covers were white and black, a walk-in closet to the right, a big bathroom attached to it.

I had been there just a few minutes ago and got reminded of my own walk-in closet.

Except it was duller and less vibrant than my wardrobe and it was obvious since it was a man's closet.

All the shirts, pants, were stacked in colour code, the coats of only black and blue colours mostly hung on the next stage.

The ties, watches, socks were assigned in a drawer for each of them. I had opened each one of them, running my hands over it.

The shoes were almost the same except for the sports shoes of all the expensive brands and mostly coloured white.

Black and white was the theme of the entire closet and I did not expect it to be any different as it was a man's closet after all.

Reaching the end of the closet, I opened the door to the bathroom and it was huge.

The circular white ceramic bathtub was very big to fit in two people easily, even after that it had plenty of space left out. It was deep too.

The dressing table was a big one with mirrors attached to the wall in every direction.

There was a showering chamber with foggy glass walls. It gave out to the view outside, making the bathing experience pleasant.

I had spent a more than few minutes, exploring the bathroom. Even stepping inside the tub with no water in it and resting there for a while in my white dress.

Closing my eyes resting on it, made my head calm and peaceful. I hoped of seeing things but I did not see any.

Instead, all I saw was white, bright whiteness, the entire moment I kept my eyes closed.

When I felt like I had spent enough time in the bathroom, I got out of it and was greeted by a change in the closet area.

Half of the space was made empty when just a while ago, it had his clothes put on it.

I knew what it meant. Nobody had to tell me why it was done. It was done to accommodate my clothes in it and I was not complaining, only thinking where would I get that many clothes from to fill up the place?

As I heard a few rustling noises in the background, as if someone was coming towards the room, I immediately stepped forward and sat on the bed, knees pressed to my chest.

The door hung open and in there came five maids, pulling a trolley of clothes, all designed as I could tell them to be.

They bowed before me and I returned the gesture before they made their way inside the walk-in closet where I was a while before, exploring and started arranging all the dresses that they had bought in with them.

A few of them arrived with the shoes, heels, jewellery, a full vertical mirror and started arranging it inside the closet as I watched them doing all the chores right before my eyes.

It took them a little more than half an hour before they were completely done. The head maid analysed the work once done and dismissed all her staff once she was satisfied.

I had never in my life seen how a wardrobe was designed and arranged as I would always be out doing useless stuff whenever it was time for my wardrobe renewal back in my home in the past.

"All set ma'am. Do you like it or want it to be changed?? I know the staff could have done it better but with the stipulated time, the boss had given us....we could only manage this much."

The woman walked up to the bed and said, a smile plastered on her face.

I did not know what to say more so I just nodded my head in approval and it was her cue to dismiss herself out of the room, closing the door, leaving me again all alone by myself ever since I had arrived here.

After being seated in the same pose for a while, I decided to lay my tired self on the soft mattress to rest.

It had been days of agony and it would not wear off of my body in just one night of rest after all that mental and physical tormentation I went through.

I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep on a man's bed for the very first time in my life and to put it more precisely on my new husband's bed.

When I felt a little sleepy and my mind was only half awake, I felt someone touching me by my shoulder and I jerked up, afraid of who it might be.

Thankfully, it was a young girl, dressed in the maid's uniform, the blue and white one every household staff wore around here.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep, Madam. "

I rubbed my eyes, letting her know that it was fine and sat up leaning on the headboard of the king-sized bed.

She eyed me from head to toe, a bit taken aback by the fact that I was still wearing the white dress since my wedding and had not changed to something comfortable.

"Hmm...the boss had requested your presence downstairs in the living room. There are a few guests he wants you to be acquainted with from his family."

She said, making me internally think if it was already time for me to meet his family considering we did not meet in the most right circumstances.

"If you want, I could ask the boss to give you a little bit more time to get fresh??"

She offered, politely, might be seeing how my entire stature got in alert mode.

Perhaps it was too obvious in my facial expression that even a person that met me just now could tell how my facial aura transformed to an uncomfortable one within the flash of a second.

Regardless of that, I shook my head in negative. I did not want him, my new husband to be displeased with me in any way...at least not on our very first day as husband and wife.

I did not want to be seen as incompetent, lazy and not grateful for how much in debt I was to all his favours.

"I will go right now. I m not tired. "

I told her, getting off the bed. She smiled at me and then looked down at my dress. It had formed lines of the crease on the fabric as I had slept and sat wearing it for more than two hours now.

"Before you go out, do you mind me if I quickly fix those for you, madam?"

She offered with a smile and I could not be more thankful for it. I nodded my head in positive.

She asked me to walk up to the closet and there she could fix everything for me.

I obliged and as I stood before the newly installed vertical full body mirror a while ago, she bent down to fix the creases on my dress one by one.

I continued to stare at my reflection as she moved around me, straightening the lines, smiling back at me while doing it.

"I have straightened the creases of so many dresses, madam. Do not worry it will look as if you were not laying on it just a while ago."

She told me, working upon the dress very skilfully. I returned the smile, believing that she would be able to measure up her work to her words.

Once done, she raised herself up to fix my hairs which was tied in a messy bun, with hairs coming out of it from everywhere.

"Do you mind walking down with open hair?? It might take a more than few minutes to fix it and the guests are right outside...??"

I understood what she was telling so I agreed with her idea to go down with open hairs...it was better than looking like having a bird's nest on my head.

"You look beautiful now, madam. All set ready to go."

"Thank you...???"

"Marry. It's my name, madam."

Thank you, Marry."

I really did appreciate her concern for my looks. She blushed and bowed her head down.

Walking to the end of the corridor and reaching the edge of the starting of the staircase, I took a deep breath as I could see some familiar faces, talking to my new husband, his back facing me, not aware of my presence yet.

When it was the right time, I stepped forward, descending the stairs very slowly, taking my sweet time.

On reaching the end of the staircase, I stopped, letting them know I was here. My new husband turned around and smiled at me.

"Meet my wife..."

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