The Mansion

Zina’s POV

As I walked out of the hotel, I just couldn’t erase the memories of last night off my head, every single fiber in my body needed that stranger between my legs again, but that can’t happen anyway.

He’s so mysterious that I’m not even sure that we would ever cross paths again.

Last night was just a silly mistake and I had ended up embarrassing myself in front of him, I sighed in disappointment as I brought out my phone to get a taxi but noticed that I had turned it off because of mom’s persistent calls.

Immediately my phone came up, her messages flooded my screen. I didn’t have the strength to argue with her, so I just texted her.

“You said once I’ve made up my mind I should let you know so you can send your driver to come pick me up, I’d be ready in thirty minutes”. I tapped on the send button before proceeding to book a taxi.

I got to my apartment and picked the things that belonged to me which were my closes and it fitted into one luggage and a travel bag. Every other thing in the house belonged to the owners of the apartment, I got a message from an unknown number telling me that he was sent from my mom to pick me up.

I took one last glance at the apartment before moving out, I dropped the keys with the security guard at the gates and told him that I won’t be staying till my rent expired.

If someone asked me I’ll tell them that I really didn’t have so much expectation from my mother’s soon to be husband. Maybe just a man that is doing a moderate job a small monthly pay or he is probably living off of mom’s money.

Nothing in the world had prepared me for this surprise, there’s no way mom could have pulled this off.

The car that was sent to pick me up was a black Lincoln Navigator, I mean it could be hired or rented. But this house in front of me??? There’s no way this can be rented and even if it was rented, who the hell rented it???

It can never be my mom, and that I knew very well. Who the hell is the rich bastard my mom is getting married to???

Everything seemed expensive around here, even the air, and the staffs that were scattered around the building were not exempted.

A maid led me into the mansion, I stopped in my tracks. This house held an architectural arrogance.

This was a mansion, but not the regular mansion that are seen in movies, This right here is sprawling modern mansion, painted white with some touch of gold. Half the house was made of glasses, the living room and the balcony to be precise.

I had seen a room with a swimming pool in it, through one of the glass doors on my way in, but I didn’t think it was such a big deal till I walked over to one of the windows and looked outside, I was speechless.

There was a beach behind the building, a huge one, A private beach.

“A private beach.?”

Inside a house.

In New York City.

I blinked. Then I blinked again because blinking once had not resolved the situation.

“You can close your mouth now, it’s been opened since you walked in” A voice behind me said. I turned to see my mom on the stairs, she was glowing, I hadn’t even noticed her there.

“My mouth wasn’t open” I said turning away from her in embarrassment. “How did she even bag such a rich man” I whispered.

“Young lady, I can hear you” she said moving towards me, but I moved back.

“Mother” I started slowly. “I get it that this life is what you want for yourself, but what I don’t get is why you’re trying to force me into it” I bit my lower lips in frustration.

“Zina I know” she started but paused, I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t.

“You don’t know anything Ma, it is enough what you did to dad but marrying a rich man just few years after he died is not just wicked but unreasonable, as if you haven’t done enough you’re threatening me into it, I’m 23 Ma, I can fucking take care of myself” I ranted.

“Language young lady, I am choosing this life so that you don’t have to suffer the way I did with your father” she hissed, her Stern eyes bored into mine as she walked now the stairs towards me.

“Is that why you didn’t save him? So that you don’t have to suffer with him anymore??? And after his death you can run off and get married to some wealthy bachelor, what if he’s a con artist because I know that you would never spend this much on a man?” She raised her hands and for a moment I thought it was going to land on my face, but it stopped midair, and she turned away from me.

“You don’t have a choice, do you? You are here and that’s what matters,” she smacked her lips and sighed “I’ll show you around to your room” we didn’t say another word to each other, I just followed behind her quietly.

My room was on the second floor at the end of a wide corridor.

She opened the door and I gasped in shock, the bed, the long glasses that divided the balcony from my room, the floor to ceiling Curtain, the reading table, the chair even the decor were all magnificent. This was more beautiful than some hotel rooms I’ve seen in movies, tho I was pissed, I was eager to see more.

“Where’s the bathroom” I asked her. She pointed towards one of the doors smiling. “I’m sure you’ll love it”.

“You wish I would” I sneered but immediately I opened the door she pointed, I was in shock. She was definitely right, I loved this bathroom, but she didn’t have to know.

Now let’s imagine you’re walking into a private bathroom that looks like a luxury spa. That’s was how this bathroom looked.

The white marble tiles on both the walls and the floor were spotless.

The soft ambient pink lights beneath the Gypsum ceiling designs were glowing softly, The black bathtub has soft smooth edges, while the shower was demarcated with glasses.

“Isn’t this bathroom too large? Does your soon to be husband has a thing for reckless spending?” I was pissed, or maybe I just didn’t to acknowledge how lucky she was.

“Zina, you’ve not met him, once you do, I promise both of you will definitely bond”. I scoffed.

“Bond?? What makes you think that I would want to bond with a man that would be replacing my dad?” I said slowly turning to look at her, but she looked away.

“Zina, I’m not doing this with you right now, my engagement party is today and I don’t care what you want or not, the party holds this evening and you’re attending , Next week we’re getting married” I tone was laced with anger tho she controlled it well. She never looses control or let her anger shows no matter how intense it as. I wanted her to shout, to hit me or throw something at me for being rude but all she did was she towards the door with a sigh.

“We’re leaving for the venue in five hours, I hope you’ll be ready by then, and even if you’re not the maids would drag you down”, she started walking towards the door but paused, smacked her lips and added, “One of them would be bringing your dress, I hope you’ll like it”.

“You keep saying hope , hope , hope like some form of incantation or something, you desperately which everything would go your way but I promise it won’t, I’ll never accept that man as my father” She looked at me like I was beyond saving but said nothing. Her phone started ringing, she picked it with a smile before walking out of my room.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to place my luggage’s.” I said to no one in particular before noticing that there was another door in my room, I walked towards it and there it was, another sick surprise, “A walk in wardrobe?” I walked inside and was in awe. “How did they even know what I’d like and my sizes.” Different dresses, different shoes and bags were all organized on the shelves.

“This is too much, she would really go out of her way to make me accept another man as my father? Never. This is fucking annoying”

I was really frustrated, “I’m twenty-three for Christ sake, what’s so wrong about not wanting to leave with my mom and her husband” I wanted to cry but couldn’t.

I needed to talk to someone, but who?

Not when supposed boyfriend was busy screwing his ex. “Hello Zina” The sound came from my phone, I looked at the screen and realized that I had dialed Darren’s number without realizing it.

“What the fuck is wrong with me” I hissed finally deleting his number from my phone. With that I’ll have no reason to ever dial him. “Maybe I should just think about other things” that’s the last thing I said before drifting off to sleep.