Crazy Couple. Episode 11

????????CRAZY COUPLE????????

{She’s stubborn ???? He’s arrogant}

Written by Eunice Nwodu????
Short story❤

EPISODE 11

????STELLA????

I stared blankly at Tristan’s wife who was wearing sunshades.

What is she doing here?
I searched around with my eyes but there’s no sign of Jeremy. the jerk has gone to work Perharps.

“Good morning Stella… Remember me?” She asked and I nodded slightly.

I don’t even remember her name.

“Can I come in?” She asked and I shifted so she could come in.

She walked past me into the house while I closed the door.
I wonder why she’s here????

????JEREMY????
I drove to work and all I could think about was Stella. Our crazy drama last night. It’s unforgettable.

How can she change so much?
She was a complete definition of an introvert back then with zero friends…gosh!
If only I knew I would one day be married to her, I would have told my friends to stop bullying her.

I was just angry and quite agitated that she never falls at my feet like other girls. When I and my friends arrive with our Lamborghini sports car, she’d act like we aren’t even there and look away..
That drove me crazy.

And now, all I can think off is how to get her laid. I can hardly pull myself together. I tried all my best to sleep beside her and without touching her. But soon enough, we have to make out.

I arrived at the company and parked my car at the spot I always do.
My PA, secretary, all of them rushed to carry the briefcase I was holding.

The other carried my laptop from the car. Another was holding a cup of foamy latte.

I walked to the building stylishly as they all trailed behind me.

????STELLA????

I chuckled nervously as Tristan’s wife laughed outloud.
What’s…what’s so funny?

“You’re an angel I must say. It’s good that you fry the onions without vegetable oil before adding a little oil and tomatoes” she stated and I nodded.

Since she came, She’ve been saying irrelevant things, asking stupid questions and laughing like am wearing the back of my T-shirt.

“Let’s go and make breakfast!” She beamed and rushed to the kitchen.

What?

“Mrs Tristan!?” I called stopping her.

She paused and chuckled.

“What did you just call me?” She asked sarcastically.

“Am sorry, I don’t remember your name” I stated as my cheeks turned red.

“It’s okay. Well, am Yvonne” she said cheerfully.

Wow…she’s so friendly.

I nodded.

“Yvonne, am really not hungry. There’s no need making breakfast” I retorted feeling uncomfortable.

“Oh… Should we play a game then? How about scrabble?” She asked.

Yeish…
How do I get rid of this lady?

And she’s just too…cheerful.

“Am sorry to ask Yvonne but I really don’t get why you’re here” I said bluntly.

“Oh, am sorry for not making my intentions clear to you. Am just here to keep you company since your husband has left for the office. And also to butter your mind with some tips and advice to keep your man” she replied enthusiastically.

I shrugged.

“Okay”.

She went back to the living room and took her seat on the sofa she was on before. I joined her and she smiled.

“In keeping your man, the sexual stuff comes first” she blurted and I twitched.

“Um…I don’t think I need a tip on how to keep Jeremy. We’re living just fine” I muttered and bit my lower lip.

“What’s wrong?” She asked and laughed.
“Haven’t you both been intimate? I just wanted to say you should try to give him the style he wants and everytime he wants it…”

“Am sorry but I don’t feel comfortable talking about this with someone I barely know”.

She smiled.
“Alright. I don’t mean to pry”…

I nodded. “No problem”.

Her smiles and laughs are awfully too fake like she’s pretending. I heard her husband and mine aren’t the best of cousins so why is she acting like they’re both best friends and we should to?

“Just know that you’ve got a friend in me. And we both can stay and get ready for the gathering this evening” she stated.

Oh…
The gathering!

I don’t feel so good about that.
But one thing’s clear, am not going to eat or drink anything there. Who knows what they’re all planning.

“Okay then. I’ll go take a bath” I said and went upstairs.

I feel like grabbing the telephone and calling Jeremy to tell him, his psycho cousin’s wife is here. But… We aren’t that close.
And he might be working.

I dialed his number afterwards and awaited for him to pick the call.
He didn’t pick the vall.
I stared into my phone.
Why didn’t he answer?
Does he even have my number??

Oh fuc*!

I locked the door before pulling off my clothes. I stepped into the bathroom to have a warm bath.