CHAPTER 82

She Was Milking His Favor

The atmosphere in the room tensed up after Maurice watched what was displayed on Benson's phone screen, and his body exuded murderous intent.

'I knew that something was fishy, but how dare they deceive me like this' Maurice pondered, and he shook his head knowing there was no way he was going to overlook it.

If they decided to play a game with him then he doesn't mind going all out with them and also setting the odds.

'No one messes with Maurice Heather and go scot-free' Maurice thought, and a crazy glint flashed through his eyes.

"Can you find anything to support this claim?" Maurice asked, and Benson nodded his head.

"Definitely, but is there something in it for me?" Benson asked, and Maurice looked at him surprised wondering what his friend wanted.

"Tell me what you want," Maurice says, and Benson's face was filled with a smile hearing that. "Then set me up with your wife's friend!" Benson yelled looking at Maurice with hopeful eyes, and the man hissed in frustration hearing his words.

"What?" Maurice asked, but when he saw his friend's eyebrow raised he decided to cooperate.

"Ok, then I will set up a meeting," Maurice said, standing up from his seat and he walked towards the door.

"And can you please stop messing around if you have your eyes on someone…at least don't give the poor girl an infection," Maurice says, and Benson bursts into laughter hearing that, but his smile seized when he realized what the man did.

"What? Did you just jinx me?" He asked, but Maurice did not answer him as he strolled away.

Maurice got back home rather late and he walked into the room slowly not to wake Alexa who was fast asleep.

"I thought she said she was going to wait up," Maurice says, and he smiled at the funny position the girl was sleeping in.

Maurice's deep baritone voice jolted Alexa out of her sleep and she stirred slowly, prying her eyes open to look at the man.

"You are home?" She asked, and Maurice nodded his head.

"Did I wake you up?" Maurice asked, looking at Alexa who was rubbing her eyes as she rose from the bed.

"No, I was waiting for you," Alexa says, and Maurice almost bursts into laughter hearing that.

It was funny to hear the woman say that she was waiting for him when she was sleeping deeply when he came in.

"Really? You don't look that way," Maurice teased, and Alexa's drowsy eyes that were barely opened shot a glare at Maurice.

"What did you mean you ungrateful man…I used to sleep so soundly that even when the house is crumbling I don't use to open my eyes so what are you saying," Alexa says, placing her head back on the bed, and Maurice smiles.

"Then I should be honored that you opened your eyes even when I come back home," Maurice teased, and Alexa acknowledged by humming softly.

"Go and take your bath and come to bed," Alexa says, acting like a doting wife as she rolls to the other side of the bed, behaving like a drunk woman.

"What a doting wife! Don't you think you should join me in the shower?" Maurice asked with a chuckle, and Alexa threw a pillow at him and he skipped into the bathroom laughing.

Alexa's eyes went wide open after Maurice left the room, and she bit her lips tempted by the offer but she shook her head again.

They wrote that being able to do all that and go wild was because they were not home and they could easily leave the memories behind, but here in the country was a different thing.

Alexa's eyes closed immediately when she heard the shower sound go down, and she pretended to be sleeping even adding snoring sounds.

"Are you sleeping?" Maurice asked, entering the room and drying himself as he looked at the lady who had covered herself with a duvet and he smiled.

"Whatever…come and lie down," Alexa says, patting the side of her bed, and Maurice smiles, joining her in bed.

"Good night," Alexa wished him, and Maurice hummed in reply. He didn't know if he was going to have a good night.

The two couples slept with no one of them having nightmares and morning came.

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The air carries a gentle breeze, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy fragrance of dew-kissed grass. The chirping of birds creates a melodious symphony.

Alexa woke up from sleep, and she was faced with Maurice who was getting dressed for work and she decided to feed her eyes.

Maurice raised his head to look at the woman and he caught her staring.

"Are you not going out?" Maurice asked, and Alexa felt awkward wondering if Maurice was not going to get mad if she told him her decision.

"Hmm…about that I quit my job or should I say, I will be quitting my job," Alexa says, and Maurice nods his head.

Alexa thought the man was going to be mad at her, but he turned out to be cool with it.

"Anything you want…make sure you come down for breakfast," he says, and Alexa nods her head.

Maurice walked out of the room, and Alexa was relieved that she could talk to him and she decided to get down from the bed, but a call came into her phone…

Alexa descended the stairs and different thoughts troubled her mind, but she felt at peace seeing Maurice sitting alone in the dining hall.

"Hi..let's eat," Maurice says, and she went to her seat a little bit relieved that the girls were not on the seat.

Alexa dishes her food and she starts eating slowly, stealing a glance at the man and Maurice asking her what she wanted, seeing that she was trying to say something.

"Hmmm….can you lend me some money?" Alexa asked, and Maurice creased his eyebrow in surprise hearing that.

"What? Do you need money?" He asked, and Alexa nodded her head slowly.

"But don't worry I am going to pay you back," Alexa assured, and the man chuckled hearing her worries.

"Ok then..when are you going to pay me?" Maurice asked, and Alexa was happy to hear that because she knew that him asking her was a way to tell her that he was giving her money.

"Don't worry.. immediately I get a new job, I am going to pay up…" Alexa was saying, but she trailed off seeing the two girls walking into the dining hall.

Alexa suspected they heard her words about borrowing money from Maurice because Benedicta's gaze was mocking her.

"What are you saying, Alexa? Did you mean to be milking Maurice's favor?" Penelope asked, walking into the dining hall and Alexa's eyes twitched hearing that.

'What? I am milking Maurice's favor? Is she indirectly calling me a gold digger?'