Five

Samantha woke up groggy the next morning groggy and disoriented. 

A little lightheaded, but full with life and hope, her eyelids fluttered shut, as the events of last night came crashing down on her 

She had had sex with The Orion Sharpe! 

How weird was that?! 

Well, it wasn't weird, it was the best moments of her life and she was left with nothing but memories that she doubted was going to leave her psyche. 

A rap at the door drew Samantha out of the slurs of last night's reimagining. 

With a lazy yawn, her eyes popped open, only to reckon that she was utterly alone. 

'Of course, he wouldn't want to be caught with a mere mortal like me.' Her thoughts echoed loudly. 

At the second rap, she was on her feet, reaching for her dress. 

She took a glance at her reflection in the mirror. Could anyone know that she had been thoroughly plowed through? 

That was her making light of the real situation.

Planting a fake smile on her face as usual, she stepped forward, and opened the door. 

A lady in white uniform stared at her. "Good morning, Mrs. Sharpe." A wide smile greeted her. 

Like an avalanche, the memories of her getting married to Orion on impulse and now she was left with silence.

Oh... thank you." 

"Mr Sharpe instructed us to bring something to you. A few changes of clothes and towels if you don't mind."

She didn't mind but was a little bit skeptical about what was going on. 

Samantha's heart swelled with gratitude that he didn't let her go back to work in last night's clothes. What would have been her fate if one of the bystanders spotted her?

"He has informed me..." She played along. 

She was forever going to be grateful for him covering her so quickly that nobody would have been able to figure out that she was shitting them. 

Another lady poked her head forward and then handed her a bag of designer clothes. 

YSL?

Her eyes grew bigger as soon as she inspected the clothing bags and couldn't be more jumpy.

Just yesterday he had ordered a lot of clothes for her and today he was still doing the same? 

If he was so caring, why did he leave? 

Something buzzed in the room and she sprang towards the object. Her phone. 

It had to be Orion. 

True to her thoughts was his name flashing on the screen as a text icon popped up. 

*I trust you got my package. You don't have to come into work today, nobody expects you to be present so early. They would expect that you take time to enjoy your honeymoon.*

Her hand hovered over the phone as she thought of the best answer to give to what she was currently facing without sounding a little bit rude or crazy. 

Of course he knew better than to antagonize her this way but she would not also be surprised if there were a whole lot of things that she had not gotten right. 

She couldn't cuss out his condescending remarks because he had made up for it by providing her with sufficient clothes for the week. 

Another message popped in when she was reluctant to reply and she took a deep breath. 

If he was going to play this way by all means she was going to show him but she didn't care about what people said, instead she cared about what truly mattered. 

This time his texts annoyed her. 'When are you moving into my house?' 

'We haven't spoken about our living conditions.' she thought. 

Because she was in a hurry to scorn her ex-husband she had forgotten to discuss something so important that was going to leave a long lasting impression. 

'Where are you supposed to live?' 

It was a rhetorical question which she didn't expect that he was going to reply to. 

He had gone MIA and had the nerve not to be around when she woke up so that they could have a normal discussion. 

Her phone started ringing. 

She was skeptical about picking up the phone and listening to Orion's deep voice. After last night, she didn't think that she could handle the way he operated when he was in a good mood. 

"I have my guys at the front of your house but we need your permission to get in."

Her ears roared with anger.

How dare he take whatever long humans make a huge one out of it? 

He wanted to prove that he was that important but he had failed because he needed her permission to...

"Samantha?..." His cool voice sounded like a glass of cool water in a desert. 

"I heard you the first time but I'm not in support."

"And why is that?"

She could hear his patronizing voice, asking what exactly she had in her apartment that was holding her back. 

"We had an agreement and I would love to have a house by the time it expires." She settled with the least antagonizing response. 

It was only going to be dignified if she responded accordingly to what he had planned. 

"Samantha, you don't have to worry about owning a house..."

"Well, not all of us have access to money the way you do so please allow me to hold something so dear to me." She pleaded, her tone leaving no room for arguments instead just a stance that she was not willing to budge on.

"Okay, you get to keep the house as usual, but you have to come home tonight." He reiterated. 

The idea of having her house was because she wanted to retain freedom and not because she couldn't end up renting another apartment by the time this charade was over. 

"I agree with that. I would love to spend a few hours more here while I..."

"I sent you my card. You can use it to get whatever you want." 

Irritation flashed in her eyes at his rude interruption.

Maybe she was a little bit paranoid but there was only one thing to do, and that was simple. 

They had to sign a lot of agreements. "I'm going to earn my own keep, Orion. On paper we are the perfect husband and wife, but in reality I would love to spend my own money."