Takeout & Throwdowns
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I don’t know what to do. I hate my fate. I hate everything. Sometimes I think maybe it would've been better if I died with my parents…
But—
SLAP!
I smacked myself, hard. "Get a grip, idiot," I muttered. I have a little sister. I can’t just fall apart. Tears slipped down my cheek anyway.
“I’m Zac Smith,” I growled. “I don’t cry.”
Yeah, right. My tears didn't get the memo.
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“I can’t cook, okay?! Order your own damn food!” shouted from downstairs.
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That woman. Not even five minutes of peace to have a breakdown.
I slammed my fist on the desk.
I grinned bitterly. I’ve got a whole squad of maids and servants, but I gave the chefs a holiday—just because I knew someone I mean her could at least clean.Not the whole mansion in one day but she's good at that. BUT COOKING LOL LOL..She can’t even boil water without nearly setting off the fire alarm.
So… how is she gonna eat? Not my problem.
I’ve tried every trick in the book to get her to leave—my life, my office, even my dreams—but nope. She's as clingy as a sticky note in a hurricane.
DOWNSTAIRS
Zαc's թօѵ
Ayesha was sitting, probably thinking about where the chefs were.
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“Where are the chefs?”
Zac Smith(ML)
“Mmm… holiday.”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“What?! You planned this, didn’t you?!”
Zac Smith(ML)
“Guilty. Should’ve read the fine print before signing up for this ride.”
Zac Smith(ML)
“So, how’s that divorce coming? Oh—and your resignation? Can’t forget that.” grins
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“Divorce?!”
Αվҽsհα's թօѵ
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Cold-hearted, ego-filled, emotionally constipated ICE MONSTER. But I can’t leave… not when my bank account looks like a horror story.
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
"Fine, but I want to remain in the office."
Zac Smith(ML)
"No, you.." points finger at her chest “Go back to your country. Park your drama there and put your ass there, and don’t come back."
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“Wow. Someone woke up with a filthy mouth.”
Zac Smith(ML)
“Because you’re a filthy cause.”
Αվҽsհα's թօѵ
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Deep breaths. I can’t piss him off now. If I go back, the neighbors will start chanting, “We told you! She thought she could handle a foreign husband!but she couldn't”
Nope. Not giving them that satisfaction.
Zac Smith(ML)
Angrily “Stop standing there and thinking! Just vanish already!”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
Cuts him off “Don’t forget my dad helped you. This how you say thanks?!”
Αվҽsհα's թօѵ
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I’m sorry, Papa… this is the only card I’ve got left to play.
Zac Smith(ML)
“Wow. There’s the real you. I almost believed you had a soul.”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“And you can’t divorce me. Remember the contract? No party can divorce unless my maa says so. Bet you forgot that clause.”
Zac Smith(ML)
“Ugh. You’re nothing like your dad. He was a legend. I don’t know why he even raised you. If you were my daughter, I’d light your ass on fire and launch you into traffic.”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“EXCUSE me?!”
Zac Smith(ML)
“Move. I’m going to cook.For us.”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“Wait… for us?”
Zac Smith(ML)
"For me and Emma."
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“What about me?”
Zac Smith(ML)
“Order takeout. Should’ve learned how to boil an egg before marrying a CEO. Oh, and don’t you dare say, ‘give me money.’”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“Why would I? I never begged! I used my own hard-earned money.”
Zac Smith(ML)
“That was my company’s money.”
Ayesha Mukherjee(FL)
“Oh, shut up. I earned every damn penny. Blood, sweat, and caffeine!”
Zac Smith(ML)
“And yet, I still wanted to throw you out… but your father stopped me.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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