Chapter 2 Wizton Family Estate

Samuel Pov

I arrived at the family estate; the butler was waiting to open my car door.  The butler ushers me into the dining room.  My father, mother, and younger brother Michael are patiently waiting for me.  I say, "have you been waiting long?"  I am hoping my lateness won't set the old man off.

Father, of course, just grunts at me and directs the kitchen staff to start serving the meal.  Mother just gives me an uptight smile, and of course, my brother just chuckles.  As dinner is coming to an end, father motions me to the study for a whiskey.  And strangely, mother is coming too.  Hmm, something must be up.  Tag teaming tonight I see.  Father hands me a whiskey on the rocks, and mother a glass of dry red wine.  We sit, and the tag teaming begins.

First, it starts small.  Then it is full-blown, I need to find a nice proper girl to settle down with.  Apparently, mother already has a list of potential suitors for me.  Just great!  Thank goodness father comes to the rescue, so I thought.  Father went into a full-blown marriage alliance subject.  What the hell?  Which family is best for the Wizton repetition?  Which family is best for our image?  Father just kept going.

I am so over this, with the contract negotiations from earlier in the day, to being tag teamed by my parents.  I just started agreeing with them, hoping to get out of here with only a minor headache.  I am fully overloaded right now.  I think I agreed to something, but I am not sure.  Hopefully, what I agreed to won't bite me in the ass later.

After an hour of back and forth, I decided to stay at the Wizton family estate tonight.  The parent's tag teaming just wore me out.  It is just too late to travel to my penthouse mansion.

Ava Pov

I wake up excited; I am going to see my beloved Samuel tonight.  I need to run to the grocery store to get tonight's dinner items.  As I am shopping my boss, Mr. Rodriguez, which he is not a very nice boss, stops me and demands for me to work the extra shift tonight.  I would normally have jumped at the offer for more hours, but my husband Samuel is coming home tonight.  Of course, Mr. Rodriguez frowns slightly when I tell him, "No".  He said, he "understood."  But I know there will be consequences to my decison for not working tonight.

I get home and I start to prepare for tonight's dinner, and of course I tidy up the apartment.  I took a long needed sultry bath; I decided to use the luxuary bath salt this time.  It feels like heaven in a box.  I am so overjoyed, that I lost track of time.  When I realized how late it was, I only have fifteen minutes before Samuel will arrive.  I am so giddy, I feel like a little schoolgirl who has just received her first kiss from her first love.

Samuel Pov

What a day from hell I had.  In the morning, at breakfast, once again, father started in on the importance of having a strong marriage alliance.  Mother started with little heirs running around the family estate.  I, of course, blew them off.  I finished breakfast.  I left the Wizton family estate and had my driver drive me to my luxurious penthouse mansion, which is in the upper eastside of the city.

I have a personal maid, a private chef on staff.  I have pretty much have anything a person could desire at their fingertips.  

I arrived at the penthouse, and I headed straight to my study to check my email in-box.  What a nightmare, investor reports, and of course, some pissed off board members.  It cannot be a quiet weekend.  I even had Luka send some urgent contracts that I needed to attend to as soon as possible.  Looks like I will be working from home instead of going golfing today.

I barely finish before it is time to see my beloved Ava.  I take a shower and put on the uniform that would represent a construction manager before heading out.  Honestly, I have no idea what type of uniform a construction manager would wear.  I just picked out one of my old dress shirts and a jacket and some blue jeans.  Hell, Ava believes everything I tell her anyways.  I don't know why I worry so much?

Of course, I cannot have my driver take me in the Maybach.  Last year, I purchased at auction a toyota tundra.  It is not my taste perference at all.  But I have to keep up appearances.  I was tired of taking a taxicab to Ava the smell alone in the taxicab would make my eyes water.  

I barely arrived on time; through the window I see my dearest Ava.  My little secret, twirling around in a yellow sun dress.  Oh, I cannot wait to bed her tonight.