CHAPTER 5

Somebody wake me up if I'm dreaming. Me? Wife to Aldwin Ellison? And who says dreams don't come true?

Even though I never dreamt of becoming his wife, I only wanted a single entry in his little black book of pleasure. We stood outside the bar, and he still held my hand, taking glances between me and the road. Just then, a car stopped in front of us. A valet stepped out and handed the keys to Aldwin. My eyes went wide in shock.

Could it be what I'm seeing? An Aston Martin Valkyrie?

I wouldn't have expected anything less. It was the perfect cliché for a man like him; a million-dollar car that belonged on a racetrack.

Could my night get any better?

I stood there, my thoughts running wild, completely lost in the beast of a car before me, when his deep baritone shook me back from la-la land,

“Get in,” He pressed a button on the key fob, and with a soft hiss, the car's door swung up into the air like a giant wing. I gasped.

“Oh my God! I've never seen anything like this.” I said in utter surprise as I entered the car.

“There’s always a first time, I guess,” Aldwin huffed.

He shut the door, then climbed into the driver's seat,

“Seat belt.” His voice was stern. Seconds later, the engine roared, and he sped away.

He looked even more daring behind the wheel. My heart raced, a mix of excitement and anticipation, at what he was going to do to me. I bit my lower lip lustfully.

“Do you always drive yourself?”

He waited a moment, then replied, “I do what I want.” He said without looking at me.

Am I crazy, or is he just unbearably attractive?

I was craving him already; nasty scenes played in my head. A few strands of his jet-black hair fell over his face, but he didn't bother to brush them away.

Gosh, why am I so horny?

“Pull yourself together. He's yours now.” A tiny voice whispered in my head. And just then, his deep baritone cut through the awkward silence.

“Where do you live?”

That question almost erased every bit of excitement I had felt.

Where do I live?

Wasn't he taking me with him?

And in that instant, my senses came back.

“Williamsburg,” I said calmly. “123 Bedford Avenue.” I kept my composure. I wasn't about to look cheap in front of him, like some desperate girl, even though I wanted him so badly.

“Good. We are still on the right track,” He said, finally pushing the hair off his face.

He tapped a button on the dashboard screen,” Sarah, navigate to 123 Bedford Avenue. Williamsburg.”

A calm, automated voice responded instantly, “Yes, Aldwin. Navigating to 123 Bedford Avenue. Williamsburg. Estimated time to destination: twenty-three minutes.”

A detailed map flashed across the sleek dashboard screen, plotting the course. Just then, my phone screen lit up.

For the past two hours, since I texted Lisa that I had been proposed to, my phone had been buzzing with her endless questions and wild speculations.

A new message lit up the screen: “Have you arrived at his mansion yet? Girl, what does it look like?”

“You'd better say something before I come find you myself. What's with the suspense?” Another message came through.

“Bitch! Talk to me. I want answers, so start talking!” Yet another message.

And this time, Aldwin glanced down at my phone screen.

“Having any trouble?” He asked

“Not exactly. Just my nosy roommate; she's worried I'm still out,” I lied.

“She should worry less. You'll be home in less than five.” He said, arching a brow.

He made a turn, then entered the tree-lined grid of residential side streets that led into Bedford Avenue.

He noticed the disappointment on my face, “Were you hoping I'd take you to my house tonight?”

“Yuck. Was that even a real proposal?” I said flushing. There wasn’t an ounce of truth in my words, and he caught on.

“That's good, " his lips curved into a knowing smile. “I'll have someone pick you up tomorrow.”

“Pick me up… where to?” I asked.

“No rush.” He said, expression stern. “You'll be notified when it's time.”

I felt a little embarrassed, yet flushed at the thought. Just when I thought he might ditch me, it was a proper date. But I had already played the scenes in my head: him taking all of me. I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow, then.

“You've reached your destination.” The automated voice announced.

“And here we are.” He said, as he parked in a free spot on the street, which was lined with packed cars.

Now, this was the part where the man would look into the woman's eyes and kiss her before she got out of the car, but it was all in my head. Still buckled in the car seat, I eagerly stared into his eyes, waiting for my imagination to play out.

“Is there something you are waiting for?” Aldwin asked, flexing his wrist, just enough for the Patek Philippe Grandmaster chime to catch the low light; a silent, million-dollar reminder that I was wasting his time.

I caught myself, then quickly grabbed my handbag and turned to the door handle, but a sudden force yanked me back into the seat. I looked at Aldwin, then realised it wasn't him. His eyes flicked downward in a silent command. I followed his gaze to the seat belt still tightly locked across my chest. It pressed so firmly between my breasts that it forced a noticeable bulge, pushing them up against the thin fabric of my dress.

A rush of shame washed over me, from head to toe.

“Oh, I totally forgot.” I laughed awkwardly as I fumbled with the buckle. “My mind is home already.”

Aldwin watched me in silence, a look of amused disbelief on his face. I finally freed myself and stepped out. Before I could even turn to say goodnight, the Valkyrie’s door hissed shut, and the engine growled as he sped swiftly into the night.

I stood there for a moment, holding back the urge to cry.

I was already plotting what to tell Lisa as I climbed the stairs to my apartment. I had never felt so ashamed or belittled in my entire life.

I shoved my key into the lock and pushed the door open. As I stepped into the apartment, I was shocked at the sight that greeted me.