Chapter 11
When I reached the kitchen door, I stood for a second and swallowed my saliva. I had to put my act together, as a few seconds ago I was losing it because I thought she left, but now that she was here, I was glad, but I couldn’t show it to her.
“What’s going on here?” I said and tried to sound as irritated as possible. “I thought I asked you to leave; why are you still here?” I asked now, sounding really irritated as she wasn’t responding, “Patricia, 1-
“Surprise!” The person turned, and it was the opposite of who 1 thought it was–it was Irene. “Well, you don’t look happy. What did I do!” She asked, and I scratched the back of my head, then asked how she entered. “You gave me a key, remember? You told me I was going to move here soon. Well, I’m glad Patricia left, now nothing is going to stand in our way
“Im tired.” I said as she tried to kiss my lips, but I looked away.
“I know, that’s why I’m making cookies; I heard they are your favorite?!
“W–what I didn’t tell her I liked cookies; in fact, when I was with her years back, I hated them. I only started liking them when Patricia. made hers: if anything, I would only eat the ones Patricia made.
“From her list,” she said, pointing at a piece of paper she now pasted on the fridge, “I found it in the closer; I wanted something comfortable.” She said, which made me look down at her now, and that’s when I realized she was wearing Patricia’s pajamas.
“You’re wearing her clothes!”
“It’s not a big deal, you bought it.”
“For her.”
“And she left it because she knew it belonged to me now; come on, go freshen up, and let me warm up your food.”
“You cooked?” Irene didn’t know how to cook; she couldn’t even make simple noodles, let alone soft porridge. She even struggled to spread butter on her bread or make a sandwich. That’s why she depended so much on people.
“Of course not, but I ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant; don’t worry, tomorrow I’ll have someone come and make you a homemade meal. God, my mom asked me to employ someone, but I told her to wait for the marriage. It’s just that it’s..” I didn’t hear the last words she said as I turned and walked out, heading toward the stairs,
What was happening? Why wasn’t I happy that the love of my life was the one in my kitchen?
Well, it was something I had to figure out because there was no way I was now in love with Patricia, she was not even from my class, she was not my type, and I couldn’t possibly fall for her.
Inside the bedroom, I walked straight to the bathroom and took a shower. Maybe I was too stressed, maybe it was work. Yes, I lost an important client last month. It didn’t hurt me back then, but now maybe this was it.
Irene was here, she was all I needed, so what if Patricia left? Her job here was done, no one would question me for being unmarried. I will just make up a story of Patricia cheating on me, maybe with Noah, and then it will be done.
I walked out of the bathroom feeling better. I distracted my mind with Irene, how much the three years I’d spent without her weighed me down, how much I always wished to find her in my house instead of Patricia, reminding myself that I quickly got dressed and was about to go out when my phone started ringing.
“Logan!” I said as I knew who was calling
“Good day, sir, we will release your Mr. Jack Miller tomorrow; I just called to inform you”
“I will have a driver pick him up, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, have a nice evening.”
“You too.” As the call ended, I took a deep breath, at least there was good news. I then walked out feeling better. I walked straight to the kitchen, and there Irene, as soon as she saw me, asked me to sit on the stool
“Your meal is ready,” she said as she struggled to remove it from the microwave. I smiled as I knew Irene well; she didn’t even know how to use these things. She was really trying hard to make me feel better, and I knew it was because she had heard of my divorce. “Now a spoon, oh yes, here, enjoy” She kissed my head as she walked to the oven to get the cookies
“You didn’t have to,” I said, trying to sound grateful even though I didn’t appreciate takeout food.
Chapter II
“Yes. I had to, now enjoy your food because after that you’ll get a dessert, and guess what’s for dessert?” Her tone changed to that of seductive, usually. I would be turned on, but now I just rolled my eyes and tried to eat the food. “Me,” she answered herself, and I nodded my head. “Seriously?”
“What?”
“You’re going to treat me like this?”
“Irene-”
“No, don’t say anything. Let me tell you something. Logan: I’m not Patricia, I don’t force myself on anyone, especially men, so tell me you don’t want me here, and I will leave.” She sounded serious; yes, I didn’t want her around, but I knew I needed her. Her presence distracted me from thinking of Patricia, so I shook my head and made a puppy face, the one that always made Patricia do anything for
“Stay.” I couldn’t even say the full sentence.
“Fine, I made cookies.”
“They smell delicious. I lied; if there was a way, I wouldn’t even take a bite of them.
“I know, right? Well, you can just call me Chef Irene,” she said, and I nodded as I kept turning the spoon; I didn’t even have the appetite
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“Mhmm Jack will be released tomorrow
“Oh really, that’s good news then; he can attend our wedding
“What wedding?”
“Our wedding, you proposed, remember!” She showed me her finger with the ring, and I rubbed my forehead as I had forgotten I even gave her that ring.
“Irene I told you when you’re ready.”
“And I am ready. Listen, Logan, I know I once ran away because of commitment, but now I’m serious. I am ready to settle down with you, and since Patricia is gone, nothing can
“I know, okay, it’s just that I’m not ready. I just got divorced-”
“It was a fake marriage. Logan.” She laughed, “Nothing serious, she only wanted your money, and you needed a favor as I was not here, but now I’m back; we can-
“You’re not getting me. I don’t want to get married, okay?”
“Wait, what? No, this is not happening, you’re too shocked; you are not thinking straight. Yes, maybe you’ve hit your head and.” She made all excuses for me, which made my head hurt as I rubbed my temples.
“I didn’t hit my head, Irene, I’m not ready!” I raised my voice, which made her place her hand on her chest in shock, making the ring more visible. “And remove that ring if you must because it’s not happening,” I said as I stood up, I didn’t even understand how she placed the ring on the engagement finger when, when I gave it to her, she wore it on her single woman finger.
I was about to walk away when she yelled.
“You need to calm down, Irene.” She was holding a knife.
“I should calm down? Huh, you are the one to calm down, Logan, because I’ve already sent out wedding invitations; all you have to do is sit down and set the date because the invitations didn’t have a date, and our guests, including Mom, are curious.” She said, pointing the
trife at me.
“You told Mom?”
“Yes, and she was very happy. Now sit and give me the date before I forget who you are.” She threatened, making me swallow hard. Who was she? Because this was not the same woman I fell in love with; this was not Irene.
