Chapter 2 : You Are Lazy All Day

Chapter 2: You Are Lazy All Day

Callan

“Thanks, Pet.” Asher said.

“I have to go prepare for work now.” He added.

I had no hope he would reciprocate, the last time he did was such a long time ago. I have almost forgotten how it feels when someone gives you head.

“Breakfast was delicious as usual.” He said with a wink.

With a sigh, I cleaned up the table and poured myself a cup of coffee. The strong flavor is enough to make the taste of cum disappear in my mouth. I ate small biscuits for breakfast before I began to do the dishes. I hate doing them but why wp you dishwasher when you have me? That is how Asher put it multiple times. When I was done with the chores, he was out of the shower and I helped him dress in his neat suit, knotting his tie for him. Asher looks all smart and ready to go so I peck him on the lips and wish him a good day at work.

I can proceed with my morning routine now he has left. I shower dressed in simple sweatpants and a t-shirt before starting my own job. Nothing fancy, since I am a bit stupid and good for nothing, I am just a house husband. Without the husband part technically, since we are not married. The apartment must be clean when Asher comes back, so I began with this. Then, there is grocery shopping, going to the drycleaners to pick up freshly cleaned suits, laundry and ironing. I hate all of these menial tasks but like I said, I don't know how to do anything else and since my man is the one providing for us. The least I can do is take care of him in this way, I may complain about doing these chores but I have never missed out on anything thanks to him and his own work is no fun either.

Since I couldn't afford to go to the university after I graduated high school, I did some simple jobs as a waiter or a cashier while Asher studied. That way I could pay the rent since he had to use the money his parents gave him for his tuition. When he graduated from university three years ago he got a nice offer as a business manager and insisted I stay home since I was too dense to get a real job. That seemed like a nice idea at the time.

It was already four in the afternoon when I finished for the day and I allowed myself a one hour break before starting to cook dinner. Asher asked for a fancy meal that is going to take forever to cook so I can't afford to last for much longer than this. Besides, there isn't much I can do. I used to love drawing but I don't have any talent in that area so I stopped a while ago. I played a bit with his fancy new videogames but I am too dumb to understand them and I didn't get very far. So I went back to the kitchen and began to peel and chop vegetables, trying to follow the complex instructions of the recipes as best as I can. I don't know why he picked something so complicated, he knows I am not a very good cook. As if my subconscious decided to prove that point, this is the moment I don't pay enough attention to what I was doing and the contents of the frying pan suddenly catch fire.

With my clumsiness I managed to burn myself and the sweater I was wearing while extinguishing the fire. I almost cried from the pain in my arm. I quickly removed my sweater and put my arm under cold water for a few minutes to ease a bit of the sting. Then I went to the bathroom to apply a soothing ointment on it. But I know this pain is nothing compared to what I will get when he comes back home and dinner is not ready. I scurried back to the kitchen but of course, there is nothing salvageable from the meal I spent two hours on. How could I be so clumsy? What is wrong with me? I began to cook a simple meal and set the table, just in time before my boyfriend arrived.

“I am home, Pet. I hope you finished dinner because I am starving.” Asher said, going straight to the dining table and took a seat.

“Did you burn the kitchen again?” He asked in a threatening voice. I sighed inwardly, this is not going to end well.

“Yes, it is ready.” I replied as cheerfully as I can while I brought the substitution meal I had prepared. Like I feared, his eyes flashed with anger when he saw what I was bringing.

“This?” He said in an icy voice that I have learned from fear.

“This is not what I had asked for.”

“I know, I am sorry.” I squealed.

“I swear, I tried really hard to cook the meal you wanted but it burned.”

“How can you be so stupid!” He exclaimed, taking the dish and throwing it on the ground.

It shattered in a million pieces, a few of them hitting me in the legs with horrible sounds.

“You had one simple thing to do and as always, you managed to ruin it!”

He is right, of course. I always wreck everything he asks me to do, however easy it is. Tears began to fill my eyes and I barely held them back.

“You laze here the whole day while I work my ass off.” He kept on screaming at me.

“And I can't even trust you to make a good dinner in return. This is unbelievable, you really are good for nothing?” With that he threw the plate at the wall on the other side of the room.

“Did you see how pissed you made me?” He asked.

“I am going outside to calm down and get myself a real dinner while you clean up this mess. I hope that is not too hard a task for you because you will see a really furious me when I come back if it is not perfectly clean. Understand?”

“Yes, I am sorry.” I replied in a meek voice while he just stormed outside

That could have gone worse, I say to myself as I began to sob. Of course, I hurry to pick up the bigger pieces of the meal and the plate to throw them in the garbage bin. When I saw some blood stain on the floor, I realized that one of the shards hit me in the leg. I disinfect the small wound and put a bandage on it. Getting the crimson stain out of the carpet seems to take forever. I rub it frantically, thinking of how much trouble I will be in if he comes back before I have finished.