His Little Wife

Disclaimer.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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"Twaine! Hey, Twaine!"I woke up to a seventeen-year-old girl sleeping softly in my bedroom.

"Hmmm. What the hell!"

It was obvious in her voice that she was not yet in the mood to get up.

"That's bad! Get up there." I told her again as I dried my hair. I just finished taking a bath and this bitch is still asleep.

"I don't want to go to school!" She said lazily.

"Who told you not to come to school, huh?"I asked her annoyed.

"Just myself." She answered.

"Twaine!" I shouted at her. This kid pisses me off.

"Yes! My brother, I will get up!" She said and glared at me.

"Stop calling me brother, I'm your husband, not your brother." She knows how to annoys me.

"But you're 5 years older than me!" She reasoned out.

"So, what?" Because of annoyance, so I climbed on the bed and I brought my face close to hers.

"Call me brother again and I will kiss you." I threaten her.

"Fine, I will not call you brother again—so you can leave there on top of me, Sir Kyle?" Because she called me sir so I started to apply my lips to her lips.

I started to kiss her. I was happy to see her close her eyes and she also responded to my kisses.

Before we even headed to where I had already cut off our kiss.

"Get up and prepare yourself before we get caught up in school," I told her pretending that nothing happened.

"Why did you kiss me?" She was still complaining.

"All right, take a bath and get dressed." She burst out of my room and went to her room.

"So, childish." I just whispered.

We're married but we didn't sleep in one bed. We have our bed. Last night she slept here because she was afraid of thunder and lightning. So I let her sleep on my bed while I was on the sofa.

I'm a professor at Hartfeld University that's why I decided to enroll Twaine in Hartfeld so that I can watch over her.

We are married but only our parents know. That's why we have to be careful at school.

How did we become husband and wife—and why?

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The answer will be found out in the following chapters so stay put and wait for the updates.

Kyle's Point of View :

"I want an allowance!" Twaine suddenly appeared in front of me after she got dressed.

"God, Twaine! comb your hair first! You look like a child!" I told her while shaking my head.

"I'm still young! You're just old." She said philosophically. I glared at her.

"Are you going to annoy me or I won't give your allowance? You choose." I told her.

"Of course I was just joking. To be honest, you're the most handsome man I've ever met!" She's flattering me. Tsk. Before ruining my day, I took my wallet and gave her, her allowance for a week.

After I gave it to her, she immediately left the house. I put her first because we can't be together, apart from ruining my job, Twaine will lose the freedom to choose the one she truly loves.

I was twenty years old and a fresh graduate in college