My Billionaire Husband

Brianna walked in gingerly, glanced around, and noticed that the deco was very different from Scott's. Scott much preferred dark colors while Chris was the opposite.

"Chris, I have to go. Thanks for accommodating me last night. I am so grateful you let me stay here," Brianna said politely.

"No problem. I will let the driver know." Chris smiled.

Brianna nodded and said goodbye. As expected, they covered her eyes again and put the same music on in the car. The driver dropped her off at the same spot, outside the French Café.

She turned around to check the plate number after getting out of the car, but only to see that it had been covered. Such a mysterious person! Brianna thought and hurried to the company.

***

It was around eleven o'clock when Brianna got to the office. She noticed that people were looking at her in a strange way which made her feel guilty. She had not been to the office for a while. Surely people were jealous of her and were judging her, thinking that she didn't have to work anymore because she was Mrs. Anderson.

Just as she sat down by her desk, she received a brief message from Scott. "Come over."

Brianna hurried to Scott's office. She walked in only to see the pretty young girl she saw yesterday sitting on Scott's desk, offering him gr.a.p.es intimately.

Scott kept his eyes fixed upon his laptop, typing, and casually accepted the girl's intimate offer.

Picky as him, he would not even accept others to cook for him except me. He refuses to stay in any other hotel except his own. And in his own room! He never allows any other women into his office, let alone being so intimate. Brianna thought.

Though feeling hurt, Brianna went over with a smile. "What can I do for you, Scott? Is there something urgent you want me to handle?" She looked at his perfect-looking face and waited for an answer.

Scott didn't even take a look at her. Tentatively, Brianna explained, "I went for a drink in a small café in the neighborhood last night, and it started pouring down when I was leaving. A friend happened to pass by and offered me a lift and accommodation, though I did intend to stay in a hotel."

Scott acted as if he didn't hear her. He kept his eyes on his laptop still.

The young girl put another gr.a.p.e into Scott's mouth, then turned around to speak to Brianna. She looked at Brianna with disdain, though her voice was sweet. "I'm starving. Scott said, you are a good cook. Why don't you cook us lunch?"

Brianna knitted her brows, annoyed by the girl's demand and disdainful look. "I work for Scott, not for you." She replied coldly.

The girl pouted her lips, grabbed Scott's arm, and said pitifully, "Scott, I'm starving."

Scott took her hand off him and said to Brianna indifferently, "Brianna, get lunch ready in forty minutes. Make something that Lucia likes."

Brianna rolled her eyes, and reluctantly, she looked at Lucia and asked, "What do you fancy, Lucia?"

"You can cook whatever I say?"

"I will try."

Lucia ordered a full course of various cuisines, none of which was anything easy and quick to prepare. Brianna simply nodded. "What about you, Scott?"

"Sandwich. The usual." Scott said. He still wouldn't look at Brianna.

Brianna could hear Lucia talking cheerfully and Scott offering a brief response now and then. Why should I also cook for the girl?! She thought angrily. She wanted to curse and smash the pots and plates a few times, but then she thought about her mother and reminded herself that she was, after all, just his possession.

Why do I feel angry? It doesn't do me any good. Why should I care who he's seeing, who he's good too, or how many women he wants?! It's just a deal between him and me. No, I won't cry. I can't cry! No, I don't feel upset! However, the more she thought about it, the more upset she felt, and soon tears filled her eyes.

About forty minutes later, Brianna brought the food out and put it on the table. "It's ready." She said. "Is there anything else? If not, I shall leave you two alone." She tried to sound as calm as she could.

Lucia tried the food and said ungratefully, "It's not as good as I expected. I believe if I learn, I can make something better."

"Well, you should learn and cook for Scott then. Can I leave now?"

"Hey, don't speak to me in that tone. I'm only making honest comments as an employer to their employees."

Brianna clenched her fist, trying to restrain her anger. "Excuse me, my name is Brianna, not Hey; also, I'm not your employee. I'm Scott's legal wife. He's the one that pays me. My boss hasn't complained. Who are you to complain?" Brianna said.

"You, you are..." Lucia jumped off the desk and stomped her feet angrily.

Brianna went on. "Didn't you say you can cook better than me? I bet you don't even know how to use the stove. Why don't you cook dinner tonight for Scott then and see what he says? I don't mind if you take my job. I don't want to ever cook for you again anyway."

"You, you are so rude!" Lucia stomped her feet again and turned to Scott for help. "Scott, how can she speak to me like that?" She said tearfully.

Finally, Scott took his eyes off the screen and looked at Brianna. All of a sudden, he stood up and kicked the desk over, the plates smashing onto the floor.

Both Brianna and Lucia exclaimed and stared at Scott Ain's shock. Then Lucia went over and held onto Scott's arm, looking pitiful and scared. Scott took her hand off him and glared at Brianna.

Brianna had never seen Scott so angry. Her heart was racing, terrified. She bit her lips, bent down, and started picking the pieces up quietly. A sharp piece cut her finger, but she didn't say a word.