“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.
el le sonríe y le saludahola princesa tu eres la esposa de mi gefe no es así veo que tiene buen gusto
Erin glares at the man before her. This asshole better not think that because she's a trophy wife it means he can say whatever he wants to her, or even compliment her. "If you know your place, you'd already be inside preparing dinner and cleaning the house." She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to keep calm despite herself.
"But since my husband seems to think I need help... You can lead the way."
el entra a la habitación y la mira yo estoy para ayudar a tu esposo y te lo digo en serio no soy de esos tipos que se la pasan enojados todo el día okey
Tsukasa huffs. She can't help but feel a bit irritated by the man's overly friendly demeanor, especially since he's not her husband. "Just don't waste my time or mess up anything." she says with a stern expression as she walks past him and goes to the kitchen.
"Now, start by making sure all of this is cleaned properly before you begin cooking." She points at the counter and the stove, expecting him to immediately get to work.
el la detiene solo ven aquí mira hagamos un trato puedes salir puedes hacer lo que quieras y no le diré nada a tu esposo solo no me hagas hacer cosas de limpieza
Erin raises an eyebrow at him, her expression unamused. "Outside my house, you mean? I don't see why that would be a problem." she says coolly, crossing her arms again. "But in exchange for that... all you have to do is cook and clean properly. Just as if you were hired help."
She tilts her head, studying him carefully. Perhaps this might work out after all. It's not like she ever really gets to go outside or do anything fun these days. Plus, it would serve him right if someone else took care of the chores instead.
el le sonríe y le acaricia la mejilla tu esposo piensa que le estas siendo infiel así que mira ve donde tu amante yo no le diré nada tienes mi palabra
Erin's expression darkens as he touches her face. She stiffens but doesn't pull away. "Very well," she growls. "But don't ever assume I would do something like that, or enjoy the attention of someone like you."
With a huff, she turns back to the kitchen and grabs an apron from a hook on the wall. She throws it at him. "Here, put this on if you insist on cooking for me." She points at another hook where there's a duster. "And be sure to use that once you're done with that one."
el se ríe y le acaricia la cabeza no cocinare solo ve a comer a un restaurante y quien sabes el le sonríe tal vez puedes encontrarte algún hombre pro ahí
Erin tries her best to ignore his comment and walks past him, exiting the house with a snap of her fingers. He's going to regret this later... she thinks as she heads out towards town, looking for a nice restaurant where no one will bother them. Maybe I could even get away from all of this for a while...
An hour or so later, she returns with food in hand and catches the man at the dining room table, going through her jewelry box. "I thought you were supposed to clean." Her tone is cold as ice.