My Daughter My Wife Episode 11
Thank you for choosing Siri as your online beautiful sweet story reading partner. Today we have “My Daughter My Wife Episode 11 Or Chapter Eleven Of My Daughter My Wife by Paul Eve Stories Or Novels To Read with Siri.”
🧔 My Daughter My Wife Episode Eleven: 👫
After Madonna slept off that night, I went back to work, working as quickly as I could, and putting in my best to ensure the effort was worth the stress.
By the time I was done, it was just a few minutes before 5am. I was so tired and worn out, thinking of whether to start preparing for work, or to just sleep for a few minutes to enable my brain reboot, when the arms of sleep pulled me away.
I was very tired and in need of the sleep, so it didn’t take much for me to succumb to the pulls of sleep and found myself moving to the rythme Madonna created as we lay on a beach sand, making love
A heavy knock sounded on my door, jolting me roughly out of the sleep, and making me realize I was only dreaming.
“Who’s that?” I roared angrily, wondering who dared bang on the door of my room as if I was owing rent.
“It is me, Bisi Ajayi, and I have come to tell that Jezebel to let you go to work Andrew” my mother’s voice came reverberating into my room, shocking the hëll out of me.
“Ekààrò iyà mì” I greeted swiftly, feeling like she could suddenly stretch her hands through the door like Elastic Girl from ‘The Incredibles’ and give me a sound slap for screaming at her.
Madonna had been woken by the bang on the door too, and she was sitting with a frown on her face as she realized that my mother was referring to her as a Jezebel.
I tried to kiss her good morning, but she pushed me away and got off the bed angrily.
Her baby bump was beginning to appear, and I could see how beautiful she looked in the sxxy bum short she was wearing, get bōõbs also looked fulller and more inviting.
I watched her walk out of the room, and I couldn’t help but notice how her big butt rolled as she walked angrily towards the door.
“Damn this job!” I cursed under my breath, remembering that I had to run off to work when I should be making her lay that attractive bum on my bed.
I rushed into the bathroom and had a quick bath before dressing up as hurriedly as I could.
“What is going on here? Madonna, that’s my mother your talking to in such a high tone!” I was saying when I rushed into the sitting room to find Madonna screàming on top of her lungs at my mother.
“Oh really? So now I’m not somebody’s child right? She had to hit my mouth this morning and all you have to say is that she’s your mother?” Madonna fired, making me open mouth without being able to say a thing.
“Did you say I hit you? Did you just try to make me appear bãd for asking you to shut your mouth and allow my son prepare to leave for work?” my mother asked, walking closer to Madonna to demonstrate what she had done before, to make me see what she had done, squeezing Madonna’s mouth as she placed her right hand over her.mouth.
I didn’t need anyone to explain further to me, that my mother had apparently hit and squeezed her mouth as she tried to ask her to shut her mouth and refrain from speaking so loudly and end up distracting me from preparing to leave.
“But, how am I going to explain to my mother that Madonna isn’t her daughter and wouldn’t be able to take those things she does to us her children?
“And how am I going to make Madonna understand that my mother is just like that?” I was thinking, standing there but not hearing a word as they continued to scream and tear at each other.
A honk outside my door made me jolt back to reality. I dashed out of the door to find Chuks my friend sitting in his car, and screàming at me to get the hêll inside the car.
My legs moved on it’s own accord and I was soon sitted inside the car, and Chuks was racing towards the office.
“Look Andy, if you don’t put yourself together, I’m gong to have to stay away from you. I can’t keep covering your a$$, while you leave it open every minute because of your uncontrolled desire for sxx.
“I’m getting tired of you now. You’re not a teenager for crying out loud!” Chuks berated me, looking truly upset.
“I’m sorry okay! I didn’t plan to get late again today, but something happened” I tried to explain, feeling very bad with myself.
“Andy, you’d have been way sorrier, if the General Manager didn’t believe the shît I told him about your car breaking down and you calling me to come pick you up earlier
“You’d have been in a hëll of troubles if I had missed you on the way and you arrived the office without me, when you failed to take your calls and know the game I had to play to save your head” Chuks told me angrily, and I looked at my phone, to see that he had called me a dozen times.
“The phone must have been ringing while my mother and my wife were at it again this morning. I’m so tired Chuks, I really don’t know when everything turned this way” I lamented
“We’re here Andy. You better know the motor part that got you stuck on the way because you’re taking up the lie from there.
“And Andy, once you’re done with the General Manager, please come to my office, we need to talk” Chuks told me and walked away.
I rushed to the General Manager’s office, grateful to God that I was able to finish the job before I shut down the system earlier that morning.
He looked at me in irritation as I scuttled around, trying to set up the projector to give him a demo of the presentation, just as he had requested for.
The General Manager refused to utter any word after the acknowledgement of my greeting when I entered until the presentation ended.
“Mr. Andrew, like always, this is a superb job. You’re good at what you do, I must say, but you’ve got to put your acts in order. It’ll be a big shame if you’re going to get kicked out of this place, when we need you so bãdly here.
“Whatever it is that is distracting you now Mr. Andrew, please deal with it! And do it promptly because this isn’t the Mr Andrew I hired and have been working with for so long. Please don’t make me have to take a hard decision about you” the General Manager told me.
If only he knew that right after he told me the job was okay, I didn’t hear any other thing he said, because my mind had drifted back to my worries, having ensured that I had successfully completed the task he gave me!
“Mr Andrew!” I heard him call me, and knew that I had most certainly blanked out.
“I’m sorry sir, my wife…” I began but to my greatest surprise, my boss got up from his table, and walked up to me, holding my shoulder as he spoke.
“It’s okay Mr. Andrew, we have all been there, having to cope with family burden and getting so edgy when responsibilities become choking.
“I’ll see what I can do about giving you a salary raise, and see how it can ease your financial burden, but you must also be prepared to do more for the organization.
“As a matter of fact, I have just decided to add your name to the list of those going to Chicago for the official negotiations for the collaboration with our new internatiinal organization of interest.
“Yes! You’re going to be on that team because the only reason I omitted your name in the first place was because I didn’t know your troubles were merely family and finance related, so now that we have an understanding, you’ll be going!” he told me, patting me on the back, wrongly assuming that my mention of my wife meant that I was under pressure because of financial stress.
I didn’t see Chuks until sometime before closing because the General Manager had compelled me to immediately go to the department incharge of our travel arrangements and logistics.
“You need to stop laughing now Chuks, I don’t see anything funny in what I’ve said” I said angrily as I sat opposite my friend, asking him for suggestions on what to do about what the General Manager had offered me.
“Forgive me Andy, but I think you’re going crãzy. How can you be looking all flustered that the boss had offered you a salary increase and wants you to go on a trip to Chicago, when we know the fringe benefits that go with that kind of trip, just because you think your wife won’t like the idea of you staying away for a fortnight?” Chuks asked, looking àngry, himself.
“You know what Chuks, I don’t blame you. You don’t know what it means to be in love, so you won’t understand what’s going on in my life right now” I told my friend with a hiss.
“You’re not in love with that girl Andy, you’re obsessed about the crãzy things she does to you in bed.
“And if you as much as get a different kind of experience from another woman, you’ll understand what I’m saying. You have simply never had a good sxxual life before this time” he told me.
“I take exception to you referring to my wife like that Chuks. The one you’re calling that girl is my wife!” I roared.
“No Andy, she’s just a piece of fantasy! A wife won’t be calling her husband endlessly during work hours and sending numerous messages to demand for sèx when she dãmn well knows he should be working” Chuks told me, showing me my phone, with messages displaying on the screen.
I went berserk immediately, feeling like kicking Chuks to deãth! How could he have taken my phone and made me feel I forgot it at home?
“So Madonna had been calling me since? Who knows what may have happened at home?” I thought as I rushed out of his office and found my way home since I didn’t drive to work.
“Please tell the General Manager that I had to go for my car because it’s obstructing traffic” I sent as SMS to my friend on my way home, glad that it was only a few minutes before official closing time.
TO Be Continued
