He started the car and he drove out of the compound. None of us said anything as he drove away. I looked at my phone to see if Florence has sent any message but there was no news from her. I wondered where she is right now. I was still deep in thought when we reached Majid's home.

He drove into the compound. I couldn't help but think that it is very beautiful. There were flowers all around the compound.

" Welcome to our home" he says as he parked the car. He opened the door but this time I was fast enough and opened my own door by myself. I saw a lady coming toward us.

" welcome sir" she says to Majid who was at the car booth.

" thank you" he answered back to the lady. " by the way Adrian, this is Mrs Powell my housekeeper, Mrs Powell meet my bride, Adrian" 

She has a surprise look on her face, she was probably expecting to see a beautiful young lady and not a man like me

" nice to meet you " I say to her.

" nice to meet you too, sir " She says, having quickly recollected herself.

"although today will be her last day working here" Majid added. Wait, if she is retiring does that mean that I will be the one doing the house chores. She went to carry my things out of the car.

" no, let me carry them" I say to her. She dropped the bags and I took it. Majid was talking on the phone to someone so he ignored us.

" if you insist, at least let me show you the way to your room" she says. 

" sure" I allowed her to lead me inside since I do not know anything about this house. She opened the front door and we entered. The inside was big. The parlour was painted with butter cream color. The chairs were brown.

" this way please" she says breaking me away from my thought. She climbed the stairs and I followed after her. There were so many rooms upstairs. We walked until the second to the last room. She opened the door for me and I entered. Majid was no where to be seen. He must have gone to do other things.

" in case you need anything, just let me know" she excuse herself and left. I close the door and look around the room. It was pink in colour. They must have painted it this colour thinking that Florence would be the one coming. The room was very big. I move to where the bed is. It is very big. I have never stayed in this kind of big bed before.  I carried my bags and put it in the wardrobe. Then I flop on the bed.

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" Mr Adrian " I heard someone saying from a distance and I opened my eyes. I didn't mean to fall asleep but it seemed that I had fallen asleep.

" Mr Adrian, are you in?" The person was knocking on the door. I stood up from the bed and went to open the  door.

" Sorry, did I wake you up?" Mrs Powell was apologising. 

" it's okay " I say. 

" I came to let you know that dinner is ready" she says. Even for her last day of work she seems energetic.

" thanks for letting me know" I say. She excuse herself and left. I went downstairs and found the dinning table. Majid was there already.

" ah my love, I am glad you came for dinner " why the heck is he calling me ' my love'. I ignored him and took a seat and sat down.

" don't be like this. I took the time to cook your favourite dish" how the hell did he know what I love the most? Who told him? What is he planning to make me do?

" this is not my favorite dish" I lied, I can't let him feel like he has won.

" oh really. I was so sure that this is your favourite food" he says. We ate the food in silent. I quickly finish my food and left the dinning. I went back to my room and took my bath. As I was about to lock the door and sleep. Someone knocked on my room door.

" yes, I am coming" I said as I went to open it. When I opened it, Majid was there. He entered inside.

" yes?" I questioned him.

" what are you standing there for? Or have you forgotten this is our wedding night?" He says. He is joking, right? Or has he forgotten that I am a man.

" Majid, I do not understand what you are getting at" I hope it is not what I am thinking.

" what do you mean by you don't understand? Did you not agree to perform the duties of a wife, I only came as a husband should" he says as he close the room door and went ahead to pull off his shirt. I could not stop myself from looking at his muscles, his firm body and abs. My eyes and hands were moving on their own. I almost wanted to touch his firm muscles. What is wrong with me? Is he trying to seduce me? I am a man but I am being seduce by another man.