I wondered why Kit was repulsed by the dress when he was the one who chose it for me. “What’s wrong with my dress? It’s comfortable and soft!” I defended the tassel mini dress that I wore.

“It’s short and it shows your collarbone,” he said.

My nostrils flares but I held my tongue as I shook my head in disbelief that he could be nosy for a man. Of course, the collarbone would be visible because it’s an off-shoulder mini dress! “Is there a mini dress that is ankle length?”

“I thought that you’re the same size as Kema,” he replied but it didn’t answer my question.

“Who’s Kema?” I asked him because my interest was piqued when he mentioned the woman’s name with affection. Kit assured me that he has no girlfriend, but who was Kema in his life? I wanted to know asap!

“It’s none of your business. Follow me upstairs and choose any dress from her closet that isn’t short and revealing.” He went ahead and I followed him.

So, the other room belonged to Kema, I concluded. Kit unlocked the door and turned on the lights then we both entered the room. “So, the dress I’m wearing today belongs to her, am I right?”

“Yes, that’s right. Go on and check her closet,” he instructed.

“Hmmm okay,” I replied. “She’s petite,” I noticed and Kit confirmed it. “Where is she now?” I knew it’s none of my business but it would be better to be informed especially when I was going to wear her clothes.

“She’s dead,” he answered.

I dropped some of Kema’s clothes to the floor and my hands shook uncontrollably as I picked them up. “Dead?” He let me used the clothes of a dead person? How disgusting! “I hate you!” Rage pulsed through my veins as I stormed out from the room.

“Ariana wait,” Kit followed me downstairs but I didn’t dare to look back. I was infuriated that he made me a fool! Earlier, I was overjoyed to believe that he bought those dress and it turned out that they belonged to a dead person and he made me wear it!

What a despicable man!

He slammed on my door but I ignored him. How could he be so ruthless? Would it cost him a fortune to buy me new clothes?

As I lay on my bed, my thoughts went to the moist chocolate cake that Kit threw in the trash bin. It would have been great if I could have some cake while feeling down. But no, the horrible man discarded them into the trash bin.

The clock told me that it was already nine in the morning, and I felt safe to go out. “You’re still here?” I was surprised to see Kit leisurely reading the newspaper on the couch.

“I’m not feeling well today,” he said.

I guessed that he was just lying. “That’s karma, Mister Kit,” I told him.

“Watch your language, Madam.” He warned me, but duh, who cares? I was still mad at him, and there was nothing he could do to appease my anger!

I went to the door to go out and check if Carl was somewhere outside his home because I needed to see him. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked Kit when he blocked me from going out. “Am I your prisoner?”

“No, but you must not go outside when you’re not done with the laundry.” He said.

I felt a flash of irritation when he told me the reason why I couldn’t go out. Surely, the laundry could wait, right? “Teach me how to use your washing machine, then I will load your laundry.”

“The machine is not working so you have to do it with your hands,” he replied.

It was beyond my expectation, and I groaned at the thought of hand washing his clothes. “You’re just kidding, right?”

“See it for yourself,” he challenged me, and I went to check the laundry area to see if he was just lying, but it turned out that he was not.

“Mister Kit, you’re being cruel to me, why?” I was flustered when he gave me a basket of dirty clothes he retrieved upstairs.

“Asking you to do my laundry isn’t cruel, Ariana. It’s part of your job, remember?” Kit reminded me that I was his housemaid and I should do the needful.

“You knew that I had no experience in doing household chores,” I complained.

“I knew? Who knows if you’re just lying, Ariana. Now go ahead and earn your keep,” he commanded.

“You think I lied? Really? I misjudged you for being kind,” I carried the laundry basket outside and never looked back.

While at the laundry area, I was lost on how to do it, and I stared at the basket with his dirty clothes when Kit opened the door to check on me.

The man cleared his throat before he offered to show me how it’s done. I couldn’t say that I was glad for his help because I didn’t want to do it again.

“Easy, right?” He asked me.

“No, it’s not. Maybe you should help me on my first time doing it,” I said to coerce him but when he agreed, I wasn’t expecting it!

As I watched him separated the colored and white clothes, I was mesmerized at how efficient he was. “I had no idea that a man can do his laundry,” I said.

“I live alone, Ariana, so it’s a must.” He replied.

“Why don’t you get a new washing machine? It would be easier and faster if you have one,” I told him.

“Clothes will last longer if hand washed,” he said and I nodded in agreement since I didn’t know better.

“I see,” I replied, but sitting on a stool opposite to him while washing the laundry, was kind of uncomfortable especially with the off-shoulder dress that I wore.

“Earlier, you had no problem with the dress, why do you look uncomfortable now?” Kit noticed my discomfort and he was rude enough to tell me about it. Couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut?

“You make me uncomfortable! If only you wouldn’t steal glances on my cleavage, anyway, I better go and change my clothes.” I said and stood up to leave, but he was fast in grabbing my hand, and I raised my brows when he did it.

“If you didn’t want me to look, you should wear something decent!” Kit washed his bubbly hands and stood up.

“Decent? So, are you telling me that Kema is indecent for having this dress or you are just being mean to me!” I stopped him from leaving and blocked the door to the kitchen with my body.

“Don’t you dare speak ill about my sister!”