When I walked into the house two days later looking as frustrated as I felt that I had, for the first time in my life, gotten a lower than average score in a test, I saw my dearest mother-in-law who for the record didn't like me. My level of frustration automatically hit the roof.

I was totally not in the mood for a snobby snippy mother in-law who rivaled her son in the act of snobbery.

At 50, Mrs Amanda James was still beautiful, which wasn't strange because the fruit never falls far from the tree. Beautiful woman + A husband I have never met who is probably beautiful = the sex god I called my husband.

Slim, tall, blond with flawless make-up, it was understandable why she looked at me with distaste each time she saw me. I was everything she wasn't and I was definitely not good enough for her golden child. She only put up with the arranged marriage thing because it had to do with business.

"Good evening Ma." I said with a tired polite smile on my face.

"Hmm. Danica." She replied with a stiff nod before turning to continue speaking to Keith. I heard words like stock and profit and loss and stuff like that fall off their mouths as they talked about whatever business gibberish they were talking about.

I just went to the kitchen to get something cold to drink and when I opened the fridge, I smiled as I looked at the sexy looking bottle of Coca-Cola in the fridge. It wasn't mine but I vowed to replace it before Keith found out I took his Cola. Keith was nicer to me but I didn't want to imagine what he'd be like when he found out that I overstepped my boundaries.

I was too thirsty to realise that I drank half of the content in one go..and that I wasn't alone in the kitchen. There she stood, watching me with judgmental eyes.

"At least now I know why you wouldn't lose weight. By the time you finish packing so much sugar into your system without proper exercise...I'd rather not complete that statement as it leaves a rather horrible mental image in my head. It is quite unfortunate that Keith has insisted on bringing you to my birthday dinner. The least you can do to not embarrass me and my son and your father is to not eat like that."

And with that, she ran her finger across the counter and looked at it as if expecting two years worth of dust on it but when she didn't see anything, she turned her head high and walked out. Of course she wasn't going to see anything. I cleaned that house every day just to save myself from whatever it was anybody wanted to use against me.

I looked at the bottle in my hand and having lost my appetite, I poured it down the drain. Yeah. Her words hurt as usual.

I just sat down on the chair and laid my head down because i felt very lethargic and my head was banging. I thought about all the things I had to do and how much I just wanted to sleep for days.

I have to make dinner and feed the cats and do the dishes. Also I have that 20 pages-long-paper I need to work on, and those shirts Keith said to launder and I promised dad I'd walk his dog with him today and...damn i have so much to do. I'll just close my eyes for some seconds. 200 seconds tops...

My thoughts ran wild as I tried to program myself as to which to do first. Closing my eyes, I just took a deep breath and what felt literally like 200 second later, I opened my eyes. My eyes automatically went to the clock on the wall and I sat up with a start and in the bid to jump down from the seat, I didn't see the kitten in the way until it was almost too late. I avoided stepping on it but somehow, I ended up on the ground with my ankle twisted in the weirdest way.

I shouted out in pain before I could even before I could stop myself. I really really tried to not cry but I couldn't help it. Tears streamed down my face as painful sobs left my mouth.

I didn't hear Keith come in but I did try to quiet down when I saw him stooping before me with his brows creased with... worry?

"What is it? What's wrong?"

I pointed at my leg and he looked at it and then pulled his phone out of his pocket as he tried lifting the leg that was beginning to swell up.

He spoke to whoever it was he called and then disconnected.

"Okay. I just called the doctor and he said you shouldn't walk on it, and we should ice it before I bring you in so he will take a good look at it to know how bad it is. But I have experienced enough sprains to know that if if drives you to tears, it isn't as small as it might seem to be."

He said as he carefully laid my leg down and went to the freezer to get ice. Thirty minutes later, I was in an annoyingly pristine room. I hated hospitals because they were so white and clean. It was ironical because I was schooling to be a veterinary doctor. I was going to work in a similar environment, just with animals instead of humans.

When Keith stepped out to take a call, the doctor and a male nurse walked in. I looked at the doctor. He was an older man, older in the DILF kinda way. I liked his salt and pepper. It made him look hotter than he already did. Hmm. Who knew I had a thing for older men?

When I turned my eyes to the nurse to really look at him, our eyes met and the room suddenly felt hotter, like the sun was literally above me. For some strange unknown reason, I felt the heat climbing my neck up to my face and I immediately broke eye contact as I tried to keep a straight face while I gave myself a talk.

Calm the fuck down Maya. You are supposed to be in pain not ogling him. Besides you are married. A married woman....A horny married woman....No! No! No! Stop thinking! Just. Stop. Thinking.

Unfortunately, my pep talk didn't work. I was still too aware of his presence, so aware that I refused to hiss when the doctor touched my swollen ankle.

Ten minutes turned into twenty and soon, I was having my ankle wrapped by the nurse.

"So just like he said, in about a month time, you should be back on your feet. Stay off the foot, and..."

Blah Blah Blah was all I heard as I listened to his voice. Low and husky in a way that sent goosebumps up and down my skin. God! His eyes are beautiful. Then he smiled and said something and I literally died. He had dimples. Then I understood what he said.

"Thank you. And you are a total knockout too."

I almost burst open in embarrassment. I had said that out loud. And did he just call me hot?

Damn. I felt like a teenage girl who was being asked out for the first time in her life; only I wasn't a teenager and he wasn't asking me out.

"Want to go out to lunch once your leg is nicely healed up?" He asked with a smirk that sped up my heartbeat qand in as much as my heartbeat quickened, I shook my head.

Licking my suddenly dry lips, I replied "I..I'm err...m..married."

He gave me a full blown smile and my heart dropped into my stomach. He was beautiful.

"I know. Doesn't matter. Marriage has never really stopped anyone has it?" He said and I thought about it. I wanted nothing more than to accept but a) I was a married woman who really took her vows seriously b) what could a beautiful specimen like him possibly want with me?

When he finished up with whatever it was he was doing to my leg, he pulled off his gloves and right there in my presence, he snatched up my phone which was beside me and typed in something and then gave it back to me.

"Now I have your number. I'll call you later beautiful." He said with a wink as he walked out. At that moment, I realised three things.

a) That was just rude and disrespectful.

b) A guy just acted like he was interested in me.

c) A guy just showed interest in me and took my number