My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

I did not like the idea of him working with me. I wanted to work with someone very handsome, someone I could have a fling with if I'm bored you know. With him there was no way I could mix business with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and it was bad seeing that I would be spending most of my time running the goddamn clinic.

"But Dad I thought we agreed that I get to choose who to work with. This is my hospital remember?" I pouted.

Yea yea! I know what you are about to say that rejecting him in his presence wasn't good enough. Or I could have excused myself and taken my Dad to somewhere private but I was selfish. Sue me.

"Yea I know. You just have to work with him for six months and if you do not Like him we will see what we can do about it then. But trust me you will like him. He's the best candidate for the work you want done." My father Insisted.

It was rare for him to Insist on something I did not want, he spoilt me like that, my mum even became jealous sometimes. What can I say I'm his only daughter and the Ada, the light of his life. So when he insists on something on rare days like this I do as he instructs, like his loving daughter.

"Ok dad. But I really Dont like this." I w.h.i.n.e.

That night I browsed about him and was impressed with his qualifications although nothing was online about his personal life. His personal life was totally left out. But his work life was pretty much detailed and impressive. I'll not like to bore you with the details but just know he is a very respectable recommended doctor and I agree with my dad on that unfortunately.

I still needed to know what I was going up with, if his personal life wasn't online could it mean that he had something to hide? I wouldn't put that past him after all my dad did not really know him. I mean the only thing my dad knew about him was that he was a good doctor nothing more.

I would have loved working with him if only he was in a better shape you know, at least had two packs_ but then again I guess it is all for the best so I do not mix business with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Maybe mixing business with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e would not benefit me after all.

When I heard a knock on the door I knew it was my dad coming to assuage my feelings. I let him in and he came straight to my bed. I did not miss the I'm sorry expression he had on his face and definitely did not pass on frowning to make him feel even more sorry. I almost laughed, we played this game all the time.

"Baby you know I want what's best for you." He started. That is always his first line whenever he wrongs me by taking any decision away from me. I didn't like to be undermined.

"Yes dad" I nodded. Since he was going to start with his usual line, I better give my usual reply since it seemed we were going to have the usual conversation. I turned my face away from him sensing a smile creeping up.

He took in a deep breathe and held my hands. "Look he really does come recommended trust me. I won't do anything to jeopardize your dreams. If he doesn't do well by you, you can send him out_No biggies it's your hospital after all."

"Alright Dad. I trust your instincts." I replied finally smiling.

"Come here my little angel." My dad says, pulling me close to him.

"But dad couldn't you have gotten someone much slimmer?" I suddenly w.h.i.n.e.

"Zara!" He exclaimed, looking incredulously at me.