Her husband. He was shirtless and well tattooed around his left hand and shoulders. Looking like something out a fantasy. Of course she knew he was handsome, but she never knew he was this hot. He had a broad shoulder. With few freckles of black hair strewn deliciously on his well toned chest. He was tan with well-defined muscles, a belly that looked hard and ridged like a farmland. His waist was slim, with a line of silky-looking hair curled around his bellybutton like a question mark and disappeared into the low riding waist of the blue shorts he wore, as if beckoning on her curious eyes to wonder about the territory that lay beyond. She tried to hold herself, but she couldn't help drool.
His hands left her waist and she jerked off her revelries. He was smiling knowingly at her, his dimples appearing deeper. She took her gaze off him in a vain attempt to hide the blush that bloomed instantly on her cheeks. "Lunch is ready." He said and turned away, leading the way to the cabins. Blue pearl owned two helicopter pads, 15 guest cabins, two master suites, two swimming pools, several hot tubs, and a disco hall. It was also equipped with three launch boats. Approximately 50 crew members are needed to operate the yacht and serve the guests. They were all ready in their bright uniforms, attentive to any requests.
He led the way to one of the master suites. The door opened to reveal an outer exquisite and spacious sitting lounge. The lights were on and dangling, giving a macabre feeling. On the TV set was a news replay of her wedding just few hours earlier. It sent shivers down her spine. She was grateful she was not in the country to face the paparazzi and attention. Right there, she realized, going back home her life would never remain the same. It filled her with thoughts of uncertainty and unease. Michael opened a door to bedroom. She walked in and paused at the door. The room was very large. Beautiful was an understatement. There was a large bed big enough to take three persons. A corner of the room directly facing the bed was made of blue glass, from the room through the glass, she could see different fishes, swimming about in their habitat. The room was dark. The dim lights adding more of beauty than illumination. Michael switched on the brighter lights and she gasped. In the middle of the room was a dining table for two. "Sit down." He said, sitting. She did and peered curiously at the different covered dishes. Everything on the table was made of gold. He opened the bowls to reveal different strange dishes. "These are my favorite Italian cuisines." He smiled at her hesitation. "They're delicious. Try them." He dished a generous amount for both of them and delved into his. She tasted them. "Wow!" She commented, amazed. "They're delicious."
Done with the meal, Michael studied her. He remembered his conversation earlier with his mom. She was skeptical and didn't approve of his decision to marry someone he didn't know. Someone he had just met. Although he had taken his time explaining his reasons, seeing that he had to make a quick decision to remedy the 'no bride' situation. But she didn't still sound impressed. The pessimism in her voice was expected though. He would be that way too if he was in her shoes. But right there staring at her, something told him he made a right decision. After all, it was just for a year. The thought of committing to one lady all his life sounded impossible. None of the ladies had done enough to make him forget other ladies. He had run a background check on her an hour ago, but instead of getting satiated, he had gotten more curious. From the informations he had gathered, She is Savannah Clayton, a lowly 21 year old girl adopted from the orphanage as a little child by her now late adoptive parents that died few months after her 18th birthday. Ever since, she had fended for herself and saw herself through college. But how an orphan from a lowly background got to work in a prestigious event planning firm and most especially, be his wedding planner was amazing. It showed a dogged and determined individual that didn't allow circumstances derail her dreams. He admired her for that. He didn't know much about her, but there was one way to remedy that situation.
"Savannah." She smiled. She loved the way he pronounced her name, a stress on the second syllable. "Would you wanna keep your surname or mine?" She was taken aback. She hadn't considered that. "I'd keep both." She decided. He nodded producing a document and pen. He passed it to her. "This is the contract. Go through the details." She took her time. Going through, she was satisfied with the terms. A one year marriage and after the one year, they would co-parent if they had a child during the one year. "Jeez!" She gasped in shock, when her eyes landed on a part of the document. Mike was alarmed. "What's wrong?" She drew the paper closer to check if she had read mistakenly. There was no mistake. "It's the.. the settlement money." She stammered in astonishment. Pointing to the document. Mike relaxed. "What's wrong with it? Is it not enough? I could double it." She gaped at him, stupefied. She returned her gaze to the document for the umpteenth time, taking her time to count the zeros. There was no need. It was clear. 100 million dollars.
"No.. No it's fine." She recollected herself. Although he had said he'd settle her, money had not been the primary reason for accepting. She wasn't also expecting the sum to be this much. He was remitting 100 million dollars as if it was nothing, offering even double. Are all billionaires this extravagant? She wondered. She decided to go through the rest of the details. It was indeed a detailed one. A part of the contract states that, she is free to walk away from the marriage whenever she wants, if he breaks any of his vows to her. She signed the contract and returned it. He smiled. "You have a curious history. How long have you been a wedding planner?" "It's been a year now. All thanks to my boss that employed me and helped me maximize my skills. On the day I came for the interview, I lost all hope seeing the qualifications of others that also came for the job. Sam event planners is one of the best in the country and you can imagine the competition to get in. I
Of course he knew what she had meant. But she was the wine he wanted. The wine he wanted to share. She was still looking at him in alarm. He interpreted it as fear. Fear of wanting him too. Fear of the emotions and desire burning in her mind. Fear of her naivety. Fear that if they get that intimate, she'd not be able to hold herself. Fear of being so vulnerable to his charms. He turned, deciding to leave, but on a second thought, he moved closer to her. She was his wife afterall. Her head was still in the headrest as her eyes maintained contact and followed his closing movement. She wasn't moving, as if hypnotized by him. Getting to her, he felt her long, wet and silky hair. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as he massaged her scalp gently, touching, feeling. Arranging and adjusting her scattered foamy hair from her face, he leaned closer and closer. Eyes locked. The air wreaked of passion. He lifted her face to him as his face drew within inches of her face. She closed her eyes, pa
Rome, Italy. "Cheers to the latest couple in the world!!" Someone said. Everyone raised their glasses in accordance and clink-clink sounds were heard as they made a happy toast. Savannah was looking and feeling like a queen. She was the center of attraction. All the distinguished guests were moping and peering curiously at her. Although it was just five guests-three females and two males, noting their personalities, it felt like the room was too small to contain them. She and Mike had flown directly from the island to the grand city of Rome. It was already night. But Rome never sleeps. Everywhere was still buzzing. Full of different lighted artistic art works. Giving it a mixed macabre, medieval and ancient feeling. The room too was not different. She had wished for a simple wedding after party with few guests, and liked the choice of venue. One of the most exquisite suites in one of the numerous hotels she had come to realize, Mike owned. It wasn't
Mike frowned as he heard her. He knew all along she was up to no good. He actually didn't want to invite her to the party in the first place. But she was in Italy for a movie shoot, and had insisted to attend. Zeri and Keira clapped excitedly as they heard her dare. "Yeah... Kiss her." They exclaimed in unison. "Hey. Sukey. He's a married man. Savannah is here. How d'you think she'd feel about this?" Vince asked in astonishment. She laughed, obviously enjoying herself. "It's just a harmless kiss. If he can't do it, he'd say so, and serve the punishment." All eyes turned to Mike, waiting for his reaction and decision. But he kept a straight and very relaxed face, sipping his wine peacefully. Seeing his countenance, Sukey assumed he had accepted the dare. She stood up happily and walked seductively towards him. Savannah watched the scene in keen astonishment. Her mind was a conflict of emotions as she watched Sukey walking to go kiss her husband in her presence.
Coast of Tuscany, Italy Savannah laid in the large, cozy and warm bed in her pyjamas. She was alone. Mike was in the bathroom, freshening up for bed. Her mind has been a battle field of thoughts since they left the party and flew straight to blue pearl. First she couldn't get Sukey's threat off her mind. For one she had always wondered the class of women her husband was into, before her. Hearing three women-a celebrity and two multimillionaires, fighting over her husband and one of them threatening her, made her cringe. She didn't want to feel scared. But she was. She wanted to tell Mike all she'd heard. But something told her he'd see it as empty threats and simply advise her to pay Sukey and her threat no attention. She decided to do just that but then, her mind moved to Mike himself. It's her wedding night and as couples, they are supposed to make love. She remembered her answer to Sukey during the game. She had only said 'no' because sh
It was 6am. Bright and fair. Sam smiled brightly as he stood before the mirror, shaving. His jaw and cheeks full of shaving cream added to his smile made him look very funny and he laughed at his clownish image reflection. He wasn't supposed to be happy. But he was. He felt purposeful and alive again. Resolve, direction and purpose brewing in him. He took his time, making himself look younger. Rinsing his face, he stepped out of the bathroom to his ringing phone in the bedroom. Seeing the caller ID, he smiled. "Hello boss. A very good morning to you!" a husky voice sounded. "As much as I appreciate the pleasantries, I don't need them. How's it going down there? Have you done it?" He asked, taking a towel to wipe dry his face and hair. " Yes boss. Everything was done as you instructed." He smiled, nodding. "Okay. Tell the boys to lay low and wait for further instructions." He ordered. "Alright boss." Silence as the caller waited. "Where are you right now?" He asked. "
The entourage made their way stealthily. "Sir! Which of the mansions will you be staying in?" The cutely dressed driver asked. He was Mike's personal driver. "The one at park's spring." He answered nonchalantly. Nodding, the driver informed the drivers of the other cars in the entourage. "Which of the mansions?" Savannah asked in astonishment. He turned to her questioning, "Yeah?" She shook her head in amazement. "You have so many mansions?" She asked in puzzlement. He smiled. " Yeah... Hope it's not a crime?" He said jokingly. "The one at park's spring is the closest from here. We'd make a brief stop there, before going over to my mum's. She would love to meet you." "Your mom? I didn't know you have a mom. You haven't mentioned her or anything about her." She said, her mind cringing. "Oh really? I thought I did." He replied. Of course he knew he didn't inform her. He actually wanted to earlier, but didn't want to spoil her mood by telling he
Savannah followed behind the two cute and petite maids. They never stopped talking. "I'm Tina ma'am, and this is Emily. At your gracious service." The taller one did the introductions. "I know. Mike introduced you guys earlier." She said, amused at their tirade. They gasped in shock. "You address sir Mike, your husband by his first name?" Emily asked in astonishment. "Yeah?" She asked in confusion. "Not even hunny? My love? Sweetheart? My heart? Or even my husband?" Savannah laughed uneasily. "Of course not." She answered as they got to a door. "Why?" They asked simultaneously in unbelief. "Is this my bedroom?" She asked, trying to change the topic. "Yes ma'am." They answered and unlocked the door. She was grateful they bought the change of topic. Walking in after them, she stood at the entrance and studied the room. It was just as expected. Spacious, beautiful, colourful and befitting. But she noticed something. It was a room well befitting for just one person