My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

Today kuku had arrived before me to the date and I didn't mind.

I was relaxed unlike my other dates I didn't want to be perfect or to please. He made me feel beautiful in my imperfections, as if I was someone who was too good to be true and that's how I started to see myself. So the d.e.s.i.r.e to look or be perfect was lost.

He stood up immediately I stepped into the restaurant that had become our favourite.

"Pulchra." He muttered bringing my palms to his lips. I laughed at his silliness.

"Your Latin is horrible." I sat down placing the napkin on my legs.

"Is it?"

I did not reply. "I feel like watching a movie tonight." It was random but I actually felt like it , so I decided to just voice it out. That's how comfortable I was with him.

"Where? Or will you mind moving this rather beautiful date to a more homly scene?" He smirked.

And that was how I found myself on a sofa in his house with a bottle of champaign watching "Game night" for the third time.

"I loveeee this movie." I squealed when he pressed the play botton. He did not reply and my eyes focused on the TV through out half the movie Hence I wasn't oblivious of the fact that he had been staring at me the whole time.

"You should have picked a movie you would watch you know." I muttered. I looked at him and he shrugged.

"I rather look at you. You don't know but you are quite interesting to look at."

"I see." I murmured rolling my eyes. It was then I noticed that I had drank one too many glasses of wine. I had become a little bit tipsy but not so tipsy as not to know what I'm doing. I was still aware of Everything but then I saw this as the perfect opportunity to do what I've been wanting to do for the past one week, to touch kuku.

Yes, I knew that I still had feelings for Wale but I cared so Much for Chukwuma it was so deep I actually saw him as family. I felt attached to him. I did not just have an emotional attachment to him out of the moon. It is because he has shown me stability. That he will not wake up one day and leave. Because I know that I am important to him more than a lot. For me to be with someone I need to know that I will not let him in with so much effort only to give the same effort for him to leave.

Although it took me not so much effort to let Wale in but it had not been like that always. With Wale I didn't want to waste time. I wanted to go with the flow and he has showed me that I made a mistake while kuku had stayed with me. Still I couldn't bring myself to love him romantically but there was a part of my heart that told me I should try and that was what I was about to do.

"You look high." He whispered taking the glass from my hands. He dropped it by the side and took the whisky away. He dropped the whisky in the bar and stood watching me when he came back. I looked up when I could no longer bear being held in his gaze.

"What is it?" I asked staring back at him. He didn't answer neither did he look away or even blink.

"I just like to look at you. I don't even know why." He admitted. He pulled me up his hands under my shoulders. "Come and rest you are tipsy and today was hectic plus we have a lot to do tomorrow. I know you won't want to skip work." He said as a matter of fact. He was not so taller than me, he was just about four inches taller so when he pulled me up my lips were on his chin and I could smell him, a familiar scent that I came to like because it gave me comfort.

"I think I'm high." I laughed. A lie that he readily believed. He tried to carry me but I stood my ground shocking him and myself.

I let my lips touch his in a way that wasn't anyway sensous but made my heart beat fast still. I was aware that I was taking a step, a huge step and this would have huge repercussions on our friendship but for once I wanted to stop struggling. I wanted to lose control and be unreasonable even if for today.

He pushed me away. "Zara babe you are high and although I would love nothing more than for this to happen I don't want to take advantage of you. "He held my shoulders tighter. "let's get you to the room."

"I'm not high." I hiccupped. " I'm just tipsy a little." I laughed circling my fingers.

"Still you should sleep."

"No."

"I'm not taking permission from you." He said sternly and with that he carried me up on his shoulders amidst my week protest. He took me to the guest room on the first floor of his three story building and laid me on the bed.

The room was so cozy and warm that immediately he pulled off my shoes I was already feeling sleepy. He sat by the bedside and sang for me till I fell asleep and I've never heard a bass more beautiful, it was Angelic purely sublime, all my time with him was just good_ close to perfect and so I slept Wondering why my heart has refused to love him.