6. Alda Terms

     

When Micheal heard this, the joy written on his face could not be ignored and this verily, Alda saw clearly.

“But on a few conditions,” Alda said suddenly, which called Micheal back to listen. Though Micheal did not know what Alda’s condition might be, he knew he was ready to accept everything in that Alda was indeed a virgin. 

“I will live in your mansion, but we will sleep in different rooms. If only there were visitors, we would be affectionate. Secondly, there will be no sex throughout the lifespan of the marriage and lastly, my two siblings have the right to visit me and most importantly, my siblings must always eat at your mansion.” 

“Done!” Micheal agreed almost immediately as Alda had spoken. “Now, you will get tested before we both visit the family lawyer.” He furthered. 

When Micheal said this, he quickly peeked at Alda to check her reaction if there were any written expressions which were against being tested if she was indeed a virgin. But there was none, and he smiled. 

However, when he thought about it, it was still yet funny to him that a worthless stripper was a virgin. “Who would have thought?” he blurted. 

At this moment, Micheal faced the table and divided the whole chalk on the table into bits. He then looked at Alda and smiled at her. If Alda understood what he meant, it was a lie, and she only shifted a few inches away while he watched her do his stuff.     

Alda’s thoughts about Micheal or her thoughts that judged Micheal about his lifestyle were all blank. Everything she thought about even when she stared at Micheal as he continued to sniff was the cash she was going to earn after the Marriage contract had expired.

And so immediately her thoughts became a vision as she watched herself like she was on television owning her restaurant on Farland street. 

Though Alda and her sisters were the poorest on Farland street, they had their own dreams and they wished that someday they would be achievable. And such was this for Alda, who saw a way to achieve her dream restaurant. The only thing which would be left was to get married to the man of her dreams. 

Micheal however, was not done sniffing the whole of the chalk. His whitish nose and his whitish lips and heavy fast-long breath indicated that he had enough and thus he shook his head strangely and laughed hysterically. 

“Finally.” He blurted amid his laughter. But he was the only one who understood what he meant or intended to say. 

He looked at Alda again. He said nothing. The only thing he did was to look around in search of his shirt and pants and, of course, his black suit and Italian shoe. 

All these were what he scattered around on the floor and immediately as he found his shirt, he picked it up and flung it at Alda. “Put that on,” He said. 

Alda said nothing in response and only did as Micheal told her to. And at this instance, Micheal did not wait any longer, he jumped into his pants and wore his black suit without the inner white shirt and tie. 

It did not matter if Micheal looked untidy, like his rough hair and reddish eyes, he rang the bell of the private room and that was an indicator to the bouncers who then unlocked the door and came into the room. 

These were not the same guys who brought Alda into the room, but certainly, their type of hair was what made them different from those who walked Alda into the room. Such was the fact that they also looked bold with their muscular arms and dark shades. 

“No! Leave her!” Micheal instructed as they captured Alda by her two arms and almost tore her shirt from her body. 

As Micheal said, they did and immediately freed Alda's arm. However, it did not mean they will not walk her out of the room and as such; it did not mean Micheal did not follow closely behind them. 

Micheal had patronised the alchemy strip club numerous times, and he was familiar with their working strategy. He knew very well that he would have to be close to Alda and tell them what he wants plus extra funds lest she would be sent downstairs to dance more and if ordered, she cannot hesitate to f**k someone else the same night. 

“Hey! Don’t touch her that way,” Micheal warned as he saw that Alda was pushed to walk faster just as if she was some kind of criminal. But it did not matter if Micheal was a man of high profile. The bouncer looked back at him angrily. 

“This is none of your f**king business,” he voiced with his deep silent voice, which could hardly be heard as a result of the loud music coming from downstairs. 

Micheal would not have that. Most especially when a man below his social status had spoken to him rudely. And it did not matter how strong he looked. Micheal was not scared of him and in a blink of an eye, he sent a jab into his stomach and brushed his face with his other fist. 

As if he hit his hand on hard rocks, Micheal felt the pain in his hands and the bouncer only felt nothing. The bouncer with his hefty hands grabbed a hold of his suit and flung him down the stairs. 

This did not stop the music from playing, and neither did the stripper stop dancing. But the drunken men gathered to watch as the bouncer jumped down the stairs and got a hold of Micheal again. 

The drunken men filmed the heir of Walt Draper’s group being punched in the face while they laughed and cheered. And almost immediately, the news of this was already being televised everywhere, which then prompted the attention of the strip club owner. 

“Stop the f**king music and get the f**king outta here” the strip club owner yelled, but if he was heard, it was a lie.