Chapter ten

"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 was very elated and shocked when I was among the lucky 5 persons among thousands, that were taken." He nodded, full attention on her, awe in his eyes. But she didn't notice. Her mind was in tumult. She had just remembered Sam-Her boyfriend. Knowing that by now, he would be aware of her sudden and unplanned marriage. She pictured the scene of when he got the news. The thought sent shivers down her spine. She knew she had alot of explaining to do. Her head felt heavy, full of guilt. The whole situation looked a mess. 

                Michael studied her curiously, noticing her countenance change. She was suddenly a bit frightened and dull, lost in thought. He held her hand on the table. "Are you okay?" She straightened up and forced a smile. "Yea... Yeah." She stammered. He wasn't convinced, but decided to let things be. "So, this good boss of yours, Who's he?" She swallowed, as if struggling to breathe properly. She tried to speak, but her tongue suddenly felt heavy. "His name is Sam. Sam Hilton. He's the owner of Sam event planners." The name rung a bell in his head. It sounded so familiar. He was sure he has heard that name somewhere, but couldn't place where. Before he could ask to that effect, his phone rung out loudly. Seeing the caller ID, he stood. " I need to take this. Make yourself at home." 

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                Walking into the barroom he picked the call. A voice came in. "Boss. I'm sorry to disturb your honeymoon. But something is going on here, I thought you'd like to know about." He rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Go on." He said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Boss it's about Amanda Fortune. Your runaway bride." He took a sip, already getting pissed. He wasn't pleased, hearing her name. "Go on, I'm listening. What's my business with that lady?" he inquired. "Boss. She's missing and nowhere to be found. And many fingers are pointing to you, in the media, if you understand." He shook his head, in disgust. "That's hilarious. Her whereabouts is none of my business. She probably eloped with her lover, that made her change her mind. She could get missing for all I care." There was silence for a little while. "Okay boss. That'd be all." He poured himself another glass. "I'd be back tomorrow, ensure things are in order." He said. "Sure thing boss."

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                 Now alone, Savannah decided she needed a warm bath to calm her nerves. And take her mind off the troubling thought of Sam for a bit. She made for the bathroom and stepped in. She gasped. It was very big and exquisite. The interior designs were attractive and artistic. With a bottle of wine and a glass in her hands, she made for the huge bathtub that could contain two adults at a time. Readying a warm and foamy bath, she stripped and buried herself in. She sighed in relief, as the warm water did it's magic on her, as she rested her head on a cozy headrest. She poured herself a glass of wine and gulped, closing her eyes and allowing the rich taste, saturate her brains. 

                       "You seem to be enjoying yourself." A voice sounded. She opened her eyes, startled, and sat up abruptly, sending foamy waters splashing out of the tub. She saw Michael at the door, staring at her longingly. He was still shirtless. She traced his eyes to the perky twins on her chest. Her sensitive nipples were squeezed, trying to adjust to the sudden change in temperature. She wrapped her arms around her chest to cover them. "What are you doing here?" She asked, submerging herself in the foamy water to hide from her neck, downwards. He smiled. "You left the door open." She remembered, and cursed herself silently for her carelessness. He walked in, closing the door behind him. She gulped uneasily, as he got closer and closer. She felt goosebumps on her skin as he stood by the tub, his hot gaze burning on her. She tried to speak, to tell him to leave the bathroom and give her her privacy, but her lips refused to move. 

                    He stood for a while, assessing her curiously. Something told him to leave. But his feet were rooted to the spot. He had always wondered what she looked like without clothes. But the foamy water was hiding the attractive features of her submerged body. He took his gaze to her eyes. So pure. So lovely. Their eyes locked. Attraction burning in the air. He took his gaze away, to the bottle of wine. She followed his gaze. "Can I join you?" He asked smilingly. She nodded. "Yea...Yeah." She said, swallowing. He nodded and left the room. She wondered where he went off to, but he reappeared few minutes later. She gasped in shock as she saw him. He had taken off his shorts, wearing nothing but a tight and short boxers that showed his huge flaccid cock print. He was holding a bottle of wine he was drinking from. He walked towards her. He made to strip off his boxers. "What are you doing?" She asked alarmed. "You said I can join you." He asked in astonishment. She gasped in amazement, her eyes boggling. "Join me for a glass of wine. Not join me to bathe."