MY CONTRACT WIFE

MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?) 

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Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could easily mistake him for a refined Italian version of Nipsey Hussle. His Italian shoes shone brightly on the expensive rug. His eyes fixed on her. He began speaking. "My love. From the first day I set my eyes on you. I knew it. I knew something left me. You stole my heart. You fixed a puzzle in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Do me this favour and let me be your man for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me???"

       The lady who sat gracefully in front of him was his mom with an indifferent expression on her face. She was obviously bored with his false expressions of love. "Not bad. But was that how you convinced her to marry you? Damn... if I was her, I'd not have accepted," she said, then laughed mockingly, later smiled mischievously at him. Michael chuckled satisfactorily. He stood up and returned to his chair. "But mom... It wasn't that bad. She accepted right? that's all that matters. And remember I'm not even ready for marriage yet. But you've been on my neck for grand kids." His mom a very beautiful and petite woman in her early fifties sat delicately. She looked so young. Most people mistook her for his elder sister. All thanks to the fortune she had spent to maintain her youthful beauty: Personal cosmetologists, personal masseuse, a world class gym installed in her mansion that she uses to stay in perfect shape not forgetting pedicure and manicure sessions. She even had a personal dermatologist and plastic surgeon when necessary.

          "you're my only child. I need grand children from you. Stop playing around and settle down. You're not getting any younger." She opened a bottle of red wine and poured them each a glass. She took a sip and turned on the stereo in the living room. Her favorite Italian songs breezed happily into the room. "Of course mom, I've done as you requested. The wedding is this Sunday". She looked shocked as she quickly turned off the music. "Isn't that so fast? You guys barely met. You've just known each other for a month. And I can tell you don't love her. Most likely she doesn't love you too. She's just after your wealth." Michael lit his expensive cigar customized just for him. It had cost him almost a fortune to get it up to his perfect taste. He never shared his cigars with anyone. He inhaled, exhaled and sighed satisfactorily. Rich aromas denting the room. 

             He studied his mom for a while, his handsome head wreathed in fragrant cherry tinted smoke, wondering what exactly was going through her mind. She wanted him to get married. Amanda was his suitable choice. She was basically his spec in a woman. A superstar model, one of the hottest and most sought after in the whole city of Detroit Michigan. They met just a month back and had had few dates and of course, sex. She was so sexy. She knew exactly how to handle a man sexually. He even jokingly suspected she did porn considering how good she was. He asked her to marry him and she agreed. "That doesn't matter mom, all that matters is, she accepted." 

            The door opened to reveal Gallina. His mom's personal servant, housekeeper and chef. His mom Selena Quintanilla was Italian and Gallina was her relative who had been with her for as long as he could remember. She informed his mom in Italian, lunch was ready. A language he'd involuntarily learnt from his mom from an early age. "Michael.. join me for lunch" mom offered. "Thanks mom. But I really can't. I have to head back to the office. Maybe next time". He said checking his platinum watch. He kissed her cheeks and exited. Outside, the afternoon sun was at it's peak. His body guards were already stationed outside and rushed towards him in a haste. One held an umbrella over him and led him to his purple Lamborghini Aventador. He had always loved purple so much. His personal chaffeur was already at the wheels. His body guards in their exquisite suits and matching ties quickly disappeared into other cars behind him and the entourage exited the exquisite compound gracefully. 

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Savannah sat before her laptop. Next to the laptop was a cup of coffee. She had barely slept for days. All thanks to the job she had to do. She was in her room illuminated brightly by the morning sun beaming through her window panes. She was still in her nighties. She was just 21 but looking sideways at a silver mirror hanging conspicuously on the wall sideways her, she looked older. This job had really taken a toll on her not like she cared. Afterall it was her dream job. And considering the pay, she was ready to work her body out and even add extra hours to ensure everything went perfectly. She was an event planner. And got the contract for the wedding of the ages. A wedding between world famous Mr Michael Verrati- The youngest billionaire in America and Amanda Fortune one of the biggest super models in the country. It still felt like a dream. She swore with her life to do everything humanly possible to ensure the wedding was more than a huge success. Everything was going perfectly she just had to do finishing touches to everything.

       Although it was Friday a working day, she was at home. She was excused to focus on the job from home. Just the peace and quiet she needed to finish up all plans, routines and event sequences for the wedding next day. Her phone rung suddenly startling her. "Shit!" she caused silently as she clumsily poured her coffee on the floor. She turned searchingly looking for the phone and saw it in a tangled mess in the bed sheets. She didn't care to check who was calling but answered anyways. "Hello..." "Hey babe". A voice replied. Damn... It was Sam her boyfriend. "Hi Sam." Would I have answered if I'd known it was him? The thought flitted through her mind, but he spoke again before She'd have the chance to think about that. "Listen I know you're very busy. And you kinda like a pre-warning, but are you free to come over tonight?" she should be free by then but she hadn't rested in days, she needed that night to catch enough rest for tomorrow. The deal day. 

       "I'm not sure I can make it tonight Sam," sighed tiredly walking towards a cabinet to pull out a bottle of analgesics. "I can't make it tonight". "Ohh too bad" he sighed disappointedly. "How about tomorrow night then? you should be done with the job by then." She pulled out two pills and swallowed without water. "Yeah tomorrow is perfect. After the wedding, I'd go straight home and prepare." She felt him smile. "Alright tomorrow it is" he drawled. "Goodnight babe" he said. "Goodnight" she returned. "I love...." she cut the call before he could finish, thinking he was done.