-Eleonora-

No, I should not.

Scratch what I thought previously.

After eating a Big Mac that guy turned into his cold emotional self. I may or may not have asked why his dad hated him so much which took him to explode and say " You have nothing to know about my life" and I may or may not have insisted in knowing. Which lead to an angry discussion when we arrived home of me behaving like an possible emotional support telling him that he could rely on me and tell his problems and him bursting out saying I wasn't his psychiatrist, which.. in my opinion... was very rude.

Fine, ok. I am not the calmest person on earth too, that's quite truth I am very impulsive even when I mean well. I may have said things louder and not in the best way possible, I came to notice he is very sensitive and I need to be careful on my words. However I tried my best for him to tell me what was going on but it just ended up in us shutting at each other and deciding to respect each other lives like in the contract which he made very clear tha I wasn't respecting, he also got very angry again with me for going to the lunch, thing I though we had been over with but that he accused me again making me apologize twice for the same mistake.

I think he was just changing the topic from his dad to me disrespecting the contract.

Doesn't really matter because in the next day he was fine, fine as in cold stupid machine. 

So here I am on another week of work, it passed two weeks since that weird family lunch and only 1060 days till I am single again. It doesn't feel like I am married at all just when I step out of the apartment to public events, besides that is like talking about someone who doesn't exist.

I get to work and my friends ask about my married life, even my workers are very interested in me and specially Blaze, about how he is, as a husband, if he makes food, cleans the house, takes me on romantic dates, takes care of me when I'm sick, if he is any good at house chores, or if he is good at showing emotions and the most asked, if he is good in bed. Although I try a lot to deviate most questions, sometimes I can't get away with them so I try to make up an image of a Blaze being a decent husband, at least is what I try t sell people.

I can't tell them the truth.

Besides the questionários, this marriage life isn't that bad. I rarely see or talk to Blaze besides those public events.

I wake up and dress myself, I get downstairs where h is probably already finishing eating and he leaves, I eat say my goodbyes to Dorothy and go to work. After responding to the questionnaire when I arrive in the reception, I go to my peaceful office and do my work. I have lunch with my crew at the cafeteria avoid dirty questions about Blaze's favorite things, do more work next and around 5h30 pm I leave. I get home, take a nice bath, put some lotion check on social media, watch a movie, I prepare dinner with Dorothy, eat it watch some Tv and go to bed.

Every day is the same, even if it's those days where we sleep in the same bed. I never see him at night, in fact sometimes I think if he actually sleeps, maybe he is like a vampire. Vampire's don't sleep right? Maybe they do but they don't actually need too right?

Maybe it sounds like I'm complaining but actually I'm not it's been 36 days of marriage and I can easily get used to this if I only need to see is stupid face in the morning, I'm pretty fine actually.

So I gently walked down the stairs smelling the delicious pancakes just made by my sweet Dorothy. I saw him already sat on the table with a journal in hand and drinking that disgusting green juice.

"Good Morning" I smiled walking to Dorothy and kissing her cheek.

"Good Morning Miss. Had a good sleep?"

"Pretty good. But my morning just got better at the smell of your pancakes Dorothy" I said making her smile. I grabbed a cup filling it with orange juice

"Oh thanks Miss Eleonor. I have prepared them just for you, I reduced the sugar just like you said"

I smiled mischievously "I can't believe it are you using my recipe?"

Dorothy nodded her head while her smile grew

"And?" I asked raising an eyebrow

"At first "She said taking the plate of pancakes and placing them in the table where Blaze was. Dorothy always made us two eat together. "I wasn't a fan of this healty pancakes recipe"

"But now?"I asked now probably showing my dimples of how happy I was. Dorothy never liked to me to change her food, she was very rigorous about it, she said that it was the one thing she did well was cooking and I agree with that a lot in fact, and so does Blaze he is very picky about food.

He barely ate at our weeding, and I never saw him eat outside of this house not even in that fancy hotel, Cordova,  besides at his parents house and freaking McDonald's, besides that in all the public events and meetings we had till now I never saw him eat but he was good at drinking.

"Now I think they are better than mine"  She said looking at me making me open my mouth shocked, while a chuckle was heard making my happy mood turn into a mad one.

My head titled and my elbow slides across the island making me able to see him since Dorothy was in my front "Do you have anything to say?"

His eyes adverted from the paper to look into mine with a raised eyebrow he asked "Me?"

"Yeah you. I heard your funny little sound" I said while sitting on the chair now that Dorothy was out of the way.

"No. Nothing. I'm sure they are great"

"Yes. Yes they are for your information but you " I grabbed the plate and took it away from him "You will never know that"

He lips formed a straight line and his eyebrows frowned "Okay. I'm sure they are not the best in the world"

"They are"

Wow. He is showing so much despair to my pancakes it's hurting my pride. He got up and casually walked away. I hope I never see him again today, as if he made better pancakes. What is he ? Gordon Ramsay 2.0 ? Please... I need to control my anger I get way to sensitive about my pancakes.

- - -

I am late 5 minutes. I blame Blaze I stood 3 minutes trying to digest my pancakes and they didn't taste so great anymore. I'm getting paranoid.

"Morning bitch" my friendly receptionist said to me making me look at him with a possibl angry face due to his quick change  "Boss. I mean boss"

"Morning"

"Girl. What happened to you?" Miles questioned

"Marriage" I said while walking to my office . I sat down looking at my surroundings. I watched the pink painting I had on the wall, it was nothing in specific just some shapes, squares and rectangles and circles, circles like a pancake-

What the hell did he meant with that stupid snort. My pancakes recipe is one of the bests in this goddamn world. I loved pancakes since a young age my mother used to love to bake so I found myself choosing a favourite meal, pancakes. I got really interested and by 9 I already made my own pancakes, always adding different things trying to perfect my moms recipe. I ended up changing a bit of everything making it a perfect meal for me to eat almost everyday since it's not that healty. I called it 'Healty Pancakes Recipe' , pretty original if you ask me.

Everyone loved it, my uncle Joe, my aunt Tania even my aunt Linda and she is hard to pease specially I pleased the person who I change the whole recipe of, my -

"Mom? "

"Hello my love how are you?" My mom asked me while taking her hot of and placing it on the purple chaise lounge.

"What are you doing here?" I asked while watching her touch my crystal glasses on the center table

"visiting my child"

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason to visit my child?"

"Fair point.But I know you mom"

"Touché" she said pouring the whiskey I had into a cup

"Mom- aren't you trying to reduce it?"

"I am" she lifted the cup "See. I could fill the whole cup I just filled half of it" she said while pointing at the liquid inside

"What do you want?" I asked once again. She grabbed the hat and placed on the floor to sit on the chaise lounges herself, not sit but to lay herself

"Mom-"

"I came here to see you mostly" she said taking a small sip "You're father doesn't care but I do. I need to know if you're ok. Is he treating you well?"

"I guess"

"Really well?" She asked lowering her glasses with a raised eyebrow

"You can't ask for much he is my fake husband"

"Hm. True"

"How's dad? He hasn't asked for ay help on the company is he taking care of everything?"

"I guess for the nights he spends out. I think he is working very much" she answered, my mom never liked my father and his obsession for work. She had a job, believe it or not she was great at it, she had a small bakery, she loved her work but she always prioritized family. Sadly my father didn't shared the same opinion, his missing nights, days, weekends, weeks and then months started to grow on her. She cried a lot, I remember hearing it from my bedroom her devastated cries, after some years she stopped it, I didn't heard her cry anymore she only drank. A lot of things passed through her mind at the begging, she blamed work, over the years I guess she started thinking he had an affair. I don't believe so, my father can be a lot of things but certainly not a cheater.

"You know dad works a lot"

"Doing what? Ruling casinos? Telling people to count poker chips? Or demanding them to inspect slot machines?" My mom said showing her sassy posture

"Mama!" I warned

"Oh please as if he does much" she said placing her glasses over the table. I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on my work, I knew she was saying. "Do you have two cucumber slices anywhere?"

"No, mom. I don't"

"I know you do, this thing as spa with inner pool in the -2 floor"

"Mom I amworking"

" And? I am your mother!"

"This is important"

"So is this" I groaled in defeat calling to reception

"Miles?"

"She hasn't arrived yet" I furrowed my eyebrows not knowing what he meant

"What?"

"Jenny! Isn't that why you called?" Right, Jennifer the whole thing of the pancakes and my mother got me so distracted I hadn't noticed my own assistant hasn't arrived.

"No... I will send her a message. Don't worry. Can you bring me a cucumber?" I asked a bit embarrassed

"Cucumber? "

"My mom..." I explained making him laugh

"And a face mask sheet" My mom said loud enough for Miles to give another laugh

"Help me" I whispered into the phone

"No worries. Thank your husband for having everything in this big ass company"

"I will" He turned off the phone and I finally concentrated on my work after sending a message to Jennifer. I was still reading some old emails, those before the weeding.

"Brocotta? " I asked to myself while reading the email. That name wasn't weird at all to me. "Who is this?"

"The handsome man from the wine" I heard my mom

"What?"

"Alfonso Brocatto, handsome Italian man who makes a delicious red wine. You'd love it. You better hurry I heard they are not selling to America anymore"

"Mr.Brocatto" I tilted my head thinking "Shit"

"Hey, your mom's here"

"Sorry"I said while making photocopies

"It's ok, now and then we need to relax a bit, release bad energies" I grabbed the papers and walked out of my office not before warning my mother

"Mom I need to leave"

"Whatever" she said waving her hand

"Don't touch anything in my office"

"What am I ? A child?"

"No. You're an unstable alcoholic any minute from now. So behave"

"Hm. Fair"

With that I left to the top floor to meet my boss or my husband.