Get Me Married

Chapter 16: You gave me the right

I woke up when I heard some sounds around my room, I stared and opened my eyes. Maids were in my room cleaning.

“Good morning ma’am” they chorused when I sat up and I stared at each and everyone of their faces.

They were all young and good looking girls and it still felt awkward for me to know they would serving me.

I gave them a nod and smiled weakly at them before I got up.

“would you like your breakfast to be brought up here” one of them asked and I shook my head.

“Your bath is ready” another came out of the bathroom and bowed her head to me.

“thanks” I said and looked around.

Then I noticed that another was arranging my clothes in the wardrobe.

Memories of what Happened the previous night came back to me. I remembered how I had

spoken to Jordan and my heart skipped. I suddenly felt nervous knowing I had stepped on his tail and it wasn’t a good feeling.

“Are you okay?” another one asked and I gave her a faint smile.

“yes… I am” I said and got up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom.

It was huge and spacious but I knew it wasn’t as huge as the one at the masters bedroom. The bathtub was placed in the center of the bathroom and a mirror stand was placed behind it. By the side of the bathroom, a shower was placed with a glass wall that surrounded it with the water closet in it. I wondered what the masters bedroom would actually feel like…

“Shhhh” I shushed my own thought, wondering how my thought would have gone to the masters bedroom.

I shook off the feeling of regret that threatened to overwhelm me and turned to the bath tub. It was foamy and inviting and I couldn’t wait to get in. I took off my robe and stepped into the bathtub. It was just the way I liked it, warm enough for me. Not too cold, not too hot. I dipped myself into it and placed my body while I rested my head above the water.

I stayed there for a while, unwilling to come out of the water even after taking my bath.

“You might catch a cold if you don’t come down soon” someone said from the door and I turned towards it to see an older lady standing by it. She wasn’t as young as the other maids I saw but I could tell she was a staff because of her uniform

“Good morning ma’am” she added and walked into the bathroom with some of my clothes in her hands.

“Good morning” I replied her and she smiled warmly at me.

“I’m Margaret, the head maid here” she introduced and I smiled at how contagious her smile was.

“Well…you know me” | said with embarrassment and she chuckled.

“Ofcourse I do” she replied.

“What would you like to wear?” she asked and raised the clothes she held so I could see them.

“You will pick my clothes too?” I asked and she smiled.

said and I looked at her bewildered. I didn’t want

couldn’t come up with anything

and a strong voice too” she said and for a moment I

some jean. I don’t think I would

“Okay ma’am” she said and walked out of the

it was high time I got up from the bathtub. I wrapped a towel around my

was still there, going through my clothes and she smiled at me when

closer to her and sat at the chair that was opposite the huge mirror in my room and I applied some cream on

I

been served already” she said and I nodded

quickly wore a jean, a white strapless

packed my hair in a bun and I was good

think I have seen anyone as

waved her off. Then I got up from

the left wing, I internationally picked the last room so I would avoid Jordan and his mistress perfectly well. But that morning I kind of regretted why I picked that room. It was so tar into the left wing and I was so hungry I literally felt like crying when it seemed like I wouldnt be able

and she tried giving me hint, direction and advice at the

right wing, a smile plastered my lips, it was like I saw heaven itself. My

My heart skipped and I felt like running away. Memories of the previous day came flooding back and I could remember what it felt like all over again. I remembered his words

he also came to a halt. But that was it, I didn’t know if I should smile at him, or if I should say good morning. I didn’t know if I should ignore

know how I was supposed to react and that

I didn’t understand what gave me such boldness to speak to him that way but I somehow regretted it because I could feel his eyes on me. Till I raised my head up and Our eyes

eyes were hard and his muscles were tensed, how could I look at a man who was glaring at me like I stole his life away from

was exactly what I did. I stole the life he was supposed

I sighed a sigh of relief and waited till

the step and realized he was also going to the dinning. I thought of turning back around at that moment. I couldn’t be in the same room with him. He had ordered me to stay away from

paused on my tracks and

you okay?” she asked and I stared at her. I didn’t know what to say, how could I tell her that

a wife already leaving separately from her husband, I was a wife who allowed a mistress replace her and I knew that the staffs around already noticed what was going on and I didn’t want to make

to the dinning he was seated at the head table. And gosh the table was a long one. When he looked up and saw me, his shoulders stiffened and his eyes

made sure not to look anywhere else, especially at him. I buried

the breakfast in front of me, But I had to remind myself that I was the wife of a

loudly at the sight of the food and I forgot about Jordan who

ate as much as I would, I didn’t realize that I was that

my eyes glanced at where Jordan was sitting. She wrapped her hands around his neck and gave him a kiss on his cheeks, then her eyes met mine. She smirked and went ahead to caress his

her with my husband, the sight of them together

maid who I knew her name and I was already comfortable

She came in with that same smile she always had on

“I wanted you…

her, interrupting what I had

breakfast” she ordered with

her, she was completely torn

here Margaret, I need to eat” she said harshly. I blinked and smiled weakly

gave her a go

what was left of my breakfast and completely lost my appetite. I wiped my mouth clean and I got up from the chair I sat on, without looking at the other end of my table.