I have to do everything, before meeting him for lunch, in which I am obliged to bathe and dress nicely for him and the members that join us at the table once again. No one is allowed to eat until I make myself present at the table, which I felt bad last time I was running late, and they waited for me for over an hour and a half.
If he feels in a good mood, I’ll have the afternoon off. If I piss him off, he gives me more shit to do. Again, everything must be done before we meet for dinner. Where he expects me to dress elegant for him.
Though for dinner, it’s just him and I at our table. Most of the time he doesn’t say a word, just sits there quietly eating. But I gotta say, it feels more intimate, just him and me, together, in a comfortable silence.
I hate this specially because I have to act like a stupid little princess in front of him. His perfect little
damsel in distress. I have no say, he refuses to let me train with the rest of the pack, or allow me to go alone for even a single run.
Today, he had the bright idea to make me wash his clothes. I know! you’re probably thinking, ok not so bad? except, we have fucking laundry machines! And he is making me wash all his clothes by hand! Not even indoors, but outdoors! in the hot blazing sun.
Ok, so, I guess, It’s not such a big deal! I’ve done it before. I’ve had to wash my clothes in the middle of nowhere before. But it makes me mad, because I know he’s doing all this shit because I left for five years without telling him, it’s his way of pay back.
How can I explain to him that I had no choice? I did it for our pack, for him, for my family, so they all stayed safe. I promised alpha Brock I’d keep it a secret. No one was allowed to know. So how can I tell him? He thinks I just left and went on to be at a stupid university for five years studying and partying away, while he stayed here, waiting for me to come back.
Uggh, this is so fucking annoying.
I told him I wanted to train, acting like I’ve not trained in all this time and I need to start training so I can help protect the pack. But he refused, saying I was too weak and I’d get hurt are you kidding me?
Weak? I wanted to punch him when he said that. But I knew if I did? I probably would of regret doing it. His face is too sexy to be punched.
So now I’m here, washing his damn clothes, and Jazzy, who I dragged along keeps laughing her ass off
the whole time she’s helping me. She gets stuck helping me clean, since she’s part of my whole secret anyway. Besides, she has now officially become my brother’s second chance mate. So, she’s family.
I was really hurt when I heard the pack was attacked a year or so after we left. He had already found his mate, who belonged to the crescent moon pack, she had come with the purpose to be with him. They were going to get married soon, but she was killed during the attack.
“I can’t believe he is actually making you wash his damn clothes by hand. This is epic Sel. I wonder what else he has in store for his own personal little maid? Kind of Kinky if you ask me.” Jazzy says.
I slap his shirt on the rock and place my hand on my hip before I snap back at her.
“Shut the fuck up, and help me out Jazz. I’m tired, and my damn back hurts already. ”
She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands.
“You know what? Fucking Screw this shit! he wants clean laundry? he’ll have clean laundry!” I get up,
grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach, and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark colored, but mainly, business attire.
I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!
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Blake’s POV
I tap my foot profusely at the floor. My hand pinching my nose and eyebrows narrowed, eyes glued shut out from the frustration I was feeling.
I know, maybe I’ve been giving her hell, but she made me go through hell for five fucking years without even saying anything, or coming home, even for a visit… I ran around for five years, trying to look for her. Just so she can come home like nothing? For all I know she was fucking partying away, while I was here trying to be a responsible alpha, responsible adult, and finishing college at the same time. All while protecting my pack from fuckin rogue attacks.
I got work done early today, because I wanted to give her a surprise. I had planned to take her to dinner. Maybe even take her to buy a nice necklace and take her shopping for whatever she wanted to get. But now I am mad as hell. All my clothes are ruined… she ruined every piece of garment I own. Blotches of bleach stain in every piece of my clothes including my damn underwear, which I don’t even recall giving them to her to wash.
“Selene, do you even know how to wash a fucking piece of clothes? What the fuck happened?”
“I’m sorry my dear husband. I really did try, I’ve never done this before. I’m sorry, I just wanted to make you proud, and I failed.” She says, as I take her in my arms while she begins to cry.
Maybe I am being too much of an asshole with her.
“Alright, it’s fine Selene. But now, I’m gonna have to cancel our plans for the evening and head out to buy new clothes. I have a really important meeting tomorrow, I can’t exactly wear the same damn clothes I’m wearing now, can I?”
She sniffled, looking down to the ground. Goddess I’m such an asshole. “Blake, I’m sorry. I swear baby I didn’t mean to. You were just trying to teach me to be a good house wife, and I can’t even wash your nice suits.” She cries in between her words.