HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 21 – 30
Chapter 25
Author RACHEAL DENNIS.
HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 21 – 30
THIRD PERSON’S pov.
Somewhere in LA
A young man, who seemed to be a guard, rushed into an office, he stopped by a table and bowed at someone (a man) sitting on a swivel chair, whose back was facing the young man as he stared outside a window.
“Boss, Duncan’s men are secretly searching for the driver of that truck” the guard reported.
“Let him search” the man replied.
The guard frowned slightly.
“What if he finds something? Or should we just kll him?” the man turned his head towards the guard. “That way achieving your goals would be easier”
The man shook his head in disagreement, he got up from his chair and walked towards the window.
“Don’t you dare touch him, just keep on changing the driver’s location and identity”
“But sir, he’s standing in your way of…. ”
“He’s my son after all, and my only child at that. Not even a strand of his hair should be messed with!” he growled.
“Yes, sir” the guard answered and left.
HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 21 – 30
RACHEL’S pov.
Weeks Later
I pouted my lips grumpily, with my eyebrows furrowed tightly in a whiny frown, I folded my arms on my chest and leaned against the headboard then threw a glare at Duncan’s way.
It’s been three weeks since we’ve been staying in Alabama, three weeks since I last spoke with Fatima or even see her; I guess Duncan’s sent her on a mission. I haven’t asked about her or anything that has to do with her yet, because I’m still sulking, which is so not me but I couldn’t help it -we’ll eventually settle our differences soon when next I see her.
And most importantly, it’s been three weeks since I last opened my cafe -Ah, I have missed a lot of money by now.
It’s been three weeks too since Duncan’s mysterious wife’s topic has been trending on the internet, everyone’s talking about how they can’t believe Tasha is actually Duncan’s wife, and they wouldn’t stop gushing about how perfect they look together.
Ugh! So annoying.
I sighed for the one thousandth time, I was purposely sighing to get Duncan’s attention, but my sinfully handsome and wicked husband wouldn’t take his eyes off his laptop to look my way.
“Someone’s been sighing since three hours ago, are you alright?” he asked.
Ok, he’s kinda exaggerating things here. I know I’ve been sighing a lot since I woke up, but that was just five minutes ago.
“Are you hungry…” he paused, raised his head slightly and glanced at my stomach. “.. again?” he added, emphasizing on ‘again’ in a tired tone.
“What do you mean by that? Are you calling me a foodie?” I asked.
“Well, you’ve been eating quite a lot recently”
I gasped at his response, and gave him a shocked look before grabbing his ear and pulled it as hard as I could.
“What was that supposed to mean?!” I growled in his ear.
“I’m saying, I’ll go broke if you continue eating like a whale” he said.
I let go of his ear, narrowed my eyes and balled my fists. He stared at my face and burst into fits of laughter as he pointed at my face.
“Are you trying to look like a fierce lioness?” he laughed. “You simply look like a cute kitten” then laughed harder.
“How dare you!” I growled lowly, but playfully.
He gently put his laptop aside and tried to hop off our bed, but he wasn’t fast enough, I’ve already pounced on him before he could think of running away.
“Did you just called me a kitten?!” I asked in a bolder voice to make me sound scary, but I was only making a fool out of myself.
“Of course” then he barred his teeth at me and bent his fingers as if they were claws. “Meow!” he meowed.
“Huh?!” I raised my left eyebrow as I smirked ev’lly.
His eyes grew wide when he saw my evil smirk, then he raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in denial.
“No, no, you’re the fiercest lioness on the planet” he confessed but it’s too late.
My fingers position on his soft spot and I started tickling him, making him laugh out loud and hard.
Yeah, my very tough husband is very ticklish and he hates getting tickled, he’d only succumb to me whenever I threaten to tickle him.
“I..” he stopped and laughed. “I’m.. I.. I’m.. sorry,.. so.. so.. sorry” he pleaded amidst laughter.
I didn’t listen to his pleas, I continued t®rturing him with my fingers and he couldn’t f!ght back, because his hands and legs had all gone soft and weak from too much laugh.
“.. I’m… I’m.. go.. gonna die.. sorry, I’m.. sorry” he pleaded.
“Are you giving up now? Didn’t you said I’m a kitten? Why is the kitten beating up the lion now?” I asked.
He couldn’t speak, he could only shake his head and turn uncomfortably as his laughter grew louder.
“Sht!” he shouted at once. “My back! I just hurt my back!”
I quickly stopped and withdrew my hand immediately he said that, I frantically searched his back to see if I reopen his wound but I frowned when realization dawned on me; his wounds has all healed.
“Duncan, you tricked me!!”
But he was already out of the bed, he’s leaning against a wall as he breath heavily and was trying to stabilize his breath.
“I had to” he inhaled deeply. “You almost klled me, darling”
I smirked victoriously.
“That’s what you get for insulting me” I huffed.
He raised his hands in surrender as he walked back to me, he hopped on the bed and pulled me into a hug, making me sit between his legs.
He coughed lightly to clear his throat.
“Honestly, what’s wrong? Why have you been sighing?” he asked.
“I wanna go home” I said.
“You wanna go home?” I nodded. “Isn’t home supposed to be where I am? What home are you talking about?”
I rolled my eyeballs.
“Of course home is wherever you are, but I miss our home in LA” I paused and turned slightly to face him. “Our home back in LA is old and almost so ‘so last season’ but it’s very special to me, because it holds our joys, sorrows and hard work”
Duncan stayed quiet for a moment, as I state my reason for missing home and wanting to go back, then he sighed softly as he nodded slowly.
“To me it’s always gonna remain our home forever, I wanna go back, baby, I’m feeling homesick” I said.
It’s true, I’ve been feeling quite under the weather lately, and I believe it’s because I couldn’t stop thinking about how much money I’ve missed, since I haven’t open my cafe in weeks.
Duncan narrowed his eyes at me.
“Are you sure you’re feeling homesick because you miss home, or because you haven’t open your cafe in weeks?” he asked.
I grinned goofily and shook my head in denial.
“I just miss everyone at home, Mrs Jackson, Jeb, Maria and the others” I said, using our staffs as an excuse.
He snuggled his nose in my neck and inhaled my perfume addictively.
“We’re on our honeymoon, my heartbeat, let’s just enjoy the moment”
I frowned a little bit.
“Honeymoon?”
“Hm” he hummed in response.
I huffed and pushed him off me, but he was quick to hold me back.
“I’m gonna be going to Paris for our honeymoon, this doesn’t count!” I snapped at him.
“My heartbeat, I… ”
“You already gave me the right to choose where we’ll go for our honeymoon” I smirked. “You don’t have a say in this”
His shoulders slumped down as he recalled promising to let me choose any country for our honeymoon, that was before he became very, very famous and started having lesser time for me.
“Fine, you win” he gritted out with a tight smile.
“I always win, now tell me when we’re going back to LA, I’m gonna lose all my customers if I don’t open my cafe next week”
HIDDEN WIFE : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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