Lara screamed jerking up all his senses.

She's just being dramatic, nothing happened, he told himself calmly.

"Chris....". She yelled.

It's nothing serious, he heaved calmly.

Lara raced down the stairs skipping some steps in exaggerated fury.
"I want to kill you".

Chris sat up gulping hard, he didn't think she would be so furious.

"So I come home with my husband". She began pacing the room "I'm hungry, so I go to the dining room".

She walked towards him "And guess what I find".

"Nothing?".

"Ding, ding, you're right, I find no food on the table". She paused "Then I call for a maid, and guess what?".

He nodded, she was more furious than he had imagined "I laid them off".

"That's right, you laid them off". She turned abruptly with her back to him and chanted a mantra"Calm down Lara".

Turning to him " I shouldn't be mad at you, but I need an explanation".

Chris stood with a shrug "I wanted to taste your cooking".

Lara folded her arms and shook her head "You don't mean that".

He smiled "I mean every word".

"So you laid off the maids because you want to taste my cooking".

"Not just that, they were becoming nosy and I didn't want our relationship business out in the open".

Well that was partly true, he just couldn't deal with nosy maids. He watched her keenly as she sat quietly on the couch.

"Auntie Nkechi?".

"Well, She left to visit her family, come on, Lara it's not a bad idea".

Why was he so eager for a response?.

Maybe cause you want her to yourself alone from prying eyes of the maids_ his subconsciousness smirked.

She rolled her eyes and sat opposite him, her jaw clenched in anger as she rubbed her temples.

"We should learn to tolerate each other, don't you think?". Chris asked.

"Yeah, but mi oferan e, is this necessary?"

Chris laughed loudly "I don't understand what you just said but I'm helping you be a good wife".

Lara folded her arms unconsciously, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage, Chris bit his lips to suppress a moan. He couldn't help himself.

"I don't want to be a good wife".

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    After series of discussion with her husband, Lara walked into the bedroom she shared with him. The room before her looked barely recognisable, with clothes hanging out from the wardrobes; her own clothes inclusive. The bed was unlaid with all sizes of ties on it, shoes including hers laid helplessly out of the shoe rack.

Her mouth hung open.

"Chris... I think we've been robbed". She yelled.

He came running to her on max speed and on seeing the room he burst out laughing.

"Is this funny?, Cause no, I'm not laughing".

"Sorry". He swallowed up the rest of the laughter "I was running very late today".

She shot an eyebrow "So?".

Gesturing to the room, Chris smirked "So this".

Lara clenched her fist and let out a heavy sigh "So, because you were running late, you had to turn our room into a mad house?".

She could kill him, hell! She would kill him. She couldn't wait to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him, or maybe kiss him!. Where did that thought come from?.

You wouldn't want to go to jail for a fine specimen like Chris, would you?_ her subconsciousness asked.

Lara could imagine her subconsciousness folding her hands or maybe eating popcorn and watching their drama. Well, life with Chris had been dramatic, she thought wildly.

"Mad house?; Look Lara, why don't you calm down?, You take everything too serious"..

"Well someone has to be serious between the two of us, I didn't sign up for any of this, hell who am I kidding, I'm fed up with this, now I have to make lunch". She said exasperated.

Chris eyes lit up like a child who was given an ice cream "You're making lunch?".

"Of everything I said, that was what you heard?, God! You're such a child". Lara said chuckling.

Chris stuck out his tongue " Just cause I love food doesn't make me a child".

"Yeah right, and please clean up this mess". She said walking out to the kitchen.

"I didn't know you could cook".

"Don't insult me, of course I can cook". She yelled.

And here she was, pacing the kitchen and trying to remember how to make Jollof rice. Well!, She had never been one who loved the kitchen and all her life she had never prepared a decent meal. So why was she giving herself the trouble of making lunch?. Oh yes!, Because she wanted to prove herself, prove to Chris she could cook. She reached for her phone and typed into Google, the recipes for a perfect Jollof rice.

"Chris, I don't think we have food stuffs and species".

"Check the fridge and the storeroom, Auntie Nkechi restocked".

Of course she had to.

Lara sulked as she pulled the door of the refrigerator.
"The chicken in the fridge looks uncooked, am I supposed to fry the chicken?".

"Jesus, Lara!".

Chris stomped to the kitchen with a scowl on his face. "Do you want me to help you?".

She jerked clumsily, her slender palm went to her chest "You scared me you fool".

"I thought you weren't scared of anything".

He walked towards her and she could feel her heart thumping erratically against her ribcage.
"Do you need help?".