C6 What is this?

As Damien drove on the silent road that night, the thought of his secretary continued to fill his mind. He still couldn't believe she was the one he had had a one night stand with. He had shared a bed with her, he had stripped naked with her, he had been in an ecstatic bliss with her and they had both cuddled up for an entire night.

Wow!

And now here they were, as a CEO and his secretary.

"I wonder if she actually recognizes me". Damien thought within himself as he made a left turn into the street to the Reeds mansion.

Weather or not, if she remembers, he still wouldn't spill a word about it. He was just going to play along and see where things would lead.

He finally got to the mansion and the massive gates were parted open for him to drive freely inside. He ignored the greetings of the gate keeper and made his way towards the driveway where he parked his vehicle properly.

The servants immediately came to collect his briefcase from him. He was their boss and they had to show utmost respect.

"My gorgeous hubby!" was what greeted Damien as he took his first step into the mansion. His wife Selene, instantly jumped on him.

With immediate effect, irritation flooded Damien's mind and it switched his demeanor. He untangled Selene's arms from his body and made to walk pass her when he felt her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. Selene rested her head on his back, saying.

"But why, why are you so cold to me, I try to show love to you but it is always hard for you to reciprocate it, I –" she was interrupted by the sudden yanking of her arms away from her husband's waist. Her eyes widened like saucers, she stared at the now fuming Damien.

"Get this in that empty skull of yours, we are only married because my mother deemed it so. And she also deemed it so because of the urgency at ground then. So if you dare come near me, telling me trash about love, your hell will begin right here on Earth, I will make sure!"

Selene could see rage written all over his face as he glared intently at her. She almost peed on her self right there but she held on, although perspiration was pouring down uncontrollably from all over her body.

Damien turned around to her relieve but not without muttering something else.

"I wonder if someone like you can ever fall in love, bitch!"

Selene's facial muscles twitched as she couldn't help but also glare at Damien's retreating back. Did he just call her a bitch?

"I'm going to get to him, I'm going to get his heart and I won't give up". She thought to herself as she marched into the family kitchen.

"Move!" she said coldly to the cooks and cleaners present in the kitchen. They all stared back at her in shock, what was she up to?

"Are you deaf, I said move!" she barked at them and they all bowed their heads immediately in fear, but not exiting the kitchen.

"But– but ma'am, what will the Master and the Lady eat for dinner?" one of the cooks who seemed to be their head amongst the rest said in her plump voice.

"Master and the Lady?" Selene's hands rolled up into fists as she heard that. So they didn't even consider her as family and so didn't bother to include her into their serving list for tonight. This made her even more furious than she already was.

But she breathed in and exhaled softly, then spoke in a soft tone. "I'll be making dinner for tonight"

The eyes of everyone in the kitchen widened in disbelief. They all exchanged glances between each other in awe. How was she going to cook when they were there? There were more than twenty cooks in this mansion and she still chose to cook, why?

"But – but the Master said– "

"Master said I could cook, now get out!" Selene couldn't take it anymore, she had to yell at them all in frustration.

Without any further arguments, they all exited the kitchen silently, with Selene giving a them a disdainful scowl as they did.

She glanced over at the orderly arrangements of shiny pots, and other kitchen utensils and then glanced over at the ingredients and the food stuffs around. With a stupid grin, she rubbed her palms together and went towards them.

Damien was in his room when the sounds of loud crashes and steel bangs disrupted his thoughts.

"What the heck! I hope it isn't Rachael breaking one of the kitchen utensils again? I'm not going to forgive her like the last time", he said and continued with his rest on his king sized bed.

Almost an hour later, there was a knock on his door, a servant came in and informed him that dinner was ready. After telling the servant he would be there shortly, the latter left.

Damien exited his room and the first thing he perceived made his nose twitch. He quickly pinched his nose as his face distorted with disgust.

"What is that horrible stench?" he asked but got no reply. Nonetheless, he continued his decent and made his way to the family dining room.

Here, the stench was even stronger but curiosity made him to take a seat. He glanced at the cooks who placed the covered plates on the table but they would all just swerved their gazes away.

What's going on? He was perturbed.

He glanced at his mother across the table and she also wasn't looking at him.

Then when the plates were opened, Damien screamed, "What is this?"

All gazes were now turned to him, watching his distorted but amazed face glaring at the atrocity before him.

"Rachael, what is the meaning of this?" he asked the head cook, but all she could do was to bend her head in shame.

"I cooked it." a feminine voice rang out and Damien looked up to Selene.

"I thought I should make dinner for my wonderful husband and the family, what do think?" she asked and all Damien couldn't do was to stare at her and back at the food.

Was she joking? Damien was speechless.

Selene walked galiantly towards him and dipped a fork into the food.

"Come on honey, have a taste, you'd love it" she said in a tantalising tone and brought the fork closer to Damien's mouth. With a dreaded scowl, Damien slapped for fork away, causing it to make a clanking noise on contact with the tiled ground.

He instantly sprang to his feet, grabbing hold of Selene's white shirt by the collar. He glared intently into her eyes, fire boiling in him like a volcano .

"Damien." Monica his mother, called out his name softly, just to bring him back to his senses in case he wanted snap her neck.

"You, you wretched bitch!" Damien growled.

Selene was shaking visibly all over and perspiration immediately overwhelmed her.

"Mo – mother –" she stuttered and faced Monica with pleading eyes.

"Damien son, let her go now come on" said Monica softly, trying to gain her son's attention but Damien was anything but listening right now.

"Damien, let her go!" this time Monica raised her voice a little and Damien looked at her, still frowning.

With an evidence of reluctance in him, he let Selene's shirt go but pushed her backwards. She whimpered, almost tripping.

Damien didn't utter a word, he believed he had already passed across his message. If only Selene dared to, she would make food in this house.

He trudged towards the stairs to his room. As he lay on his bed, he couldn't help but imagine if Adrian also cooks this terrible. She couldn't, she doesn't look like one who could. She wasn't like this unholy sapling he was unfortunate to call a wife.