DREADFUL SOUNDS

I pull my bag downstairs, and my toe squacks as the outpoor from the cold floor hits it. I am trying to fight back my tears in all possible ways I can, but it seems it's failing me; it's dropping already, more like the silent ticking of the wall clock. I try to stop it, but when it fails to come under my watch, I let it fall. I don't think I deserve this. I don't deserve what is happening to me; I have wanted better; in fact, I deserved better—a better man, a better family, and any other good thing in life—and not this.

Slowly, I lift my head forward, directing my eyes to my dad and siblings, who maintain a particular position in the sitting room. Their faces are all gloomy; he has wanted to say something, but as his mouth makes tiny moves, he dares not. He dreads me at the moment, and everything concerning me has been done. It's all over. Last but not least, I banter my eyes towards mom, who sits on a couch not too far from them; her head is slightly bandaged, which is why I had to undergo this at first. Looking away, I realize someone is missing. Of course, how can I forget Samantha, my elder sister? She should have been the one to undergo this and not me, but she used schooling as an excuse and left. Thinking about her, I watch angrily and in disquiet as mom lets out a light smile but a sad one, as I can dictate.

"Sister Mira," my youngest sibling, tried to speak to me, but I cut him short like a piece of trash, following the bodyguard's lead. the bodyguard who has come to take me to my enemies hell.

"Mom, why is she going away?" I hear him question me further like a persistent mouse as I walk out of the house.

He's just too young to understand that his sister sold herself to a rude and heartless billionaire just to save mom's life and take the family out of poverty for good. Yeah! I never saw this coming, and if someone had told me I would end this way, I would have gotten myself involved in a fight with them, but here it's unfolding right in front of me, and I can just watch.

I have heard a lot about my husband-to-be, and sincerely, nothing I have heard is anything to write home about.

A terrible playboy who sleeps around with any lady he finds sexy, one who is so rude and grumpy, one who has no respect for women Tell me exactly how I am going to cope with someone like that.

"Ma'am, you need to hurry up because, sir." Arnold doesn't like being delayed, and again, I won't want to lose my job.

"We have spent more than 3 hours in your house already, so let's get going already." The bodyguard word pierced into my ear like a sharp needle, causing me to shiver and finally render a nod. I fastened my step after having a final glance at my family members and then my house.

"Is your boss house far from here?" I question the bodyguard as soon as the driver hits the road, and all that follows my question is another breakdown of tears.

I really don't know why you are weeping this way. It's not like it's going to solve or change anything," my mind shuns harshly, causing me to wink my eyes continuously in an attempt to stop my fast-flowing tears.

"It's just an hour drive, but this car you see here is super fast, so we will definitely get there before an hour," he responds, and I just nod, trying hard to be strong now. It's a decision already made, and even if I like it or not, I will have to face it.

"Ma'am, we are here already," I hear from my sleep, prompting me to spread my eyes open. I can't believe I actually fell asleep in the car.

"I will help you with your bag, ma'am; you can just go in," he adds, and of course I just nod but maintain my stand instead of moving.

"What are you waiting for, ma'am?" The question came up as expected.

"How on earth am I going to locate my way around this massive house even if I go in?" I vent out my anger, which I have hidden in my words.

"This house is just too big, and I can't possibly find my way around."

"OK, ma'am, I will lead you to my boss's room then". His reply came softly, causing me to rethink the way I spoke to him.

"Wait? boss room? " We aren't married yet, so what am I going to his room to do?". I questioned him after realizing his statement.

"I don't know, ma'am; he instructed me to bring you to his room once I return".

"Well, I don't want to go to your boss's room; can you just take me to a room where I can rest my head, for I am pretty exhausted".

"No ma'am. I can't do that; like I said earlier, I don't want to lose my job, so I have to follow his orders and not yours, so just follow me to his room".

"OK, fine then," I reply when I see he isn't giving in, and like he said, he is going to lose his job if I don't obey, and that's the last thing I want to happen to him, so I just follow.

In the mansion, my heels make music as they come in contact with the golden tiled floor, causing me to take a steady step, but I can swear my lips are spread agape because, f*ck, this has got to be the most beautiful building I have seen in my life, and I must admit it.

"Ma'am, I am waiting," the bodyguard cut short, and that was actually when I realized how much of a fool I had made myself.

I followed immediately, hoping to get to his boss's room soon. I need to have a face-to-face encounter with the bitchy fool suddenly.

Walking a few minutes on, we arrive at a room, which I assume must be the boss's room because of its unique design and painting, but what stoned me to a point was the unexpected sound of moans gushing out of the room. I never saw that coming.

I flung a glance at the bodyguard and noticed this shy look on his face now. But why?. 

"You can take it over from here, ma," he says to me, watching as I just nod and he finally walks away.

Now I am stuck between knocking on the billionaire's door or waiting for him to finish his bullshit before doing that. such a shameless man. Is this what someone who is getting married soon is supposed to be doing?" I find myself getting angry.

The moans soon stop after a few minutes, and the next thing my ears hear is the calm sound of a lady's voice.

"This is definitely the best sex I have had in my life," she says, her words only disquieting me.

"Get going already, bitch.

"My future wife will soon be here, and I wouldn't want her to meet a slut like you here." I hear this grumpy but amazing voice and don't need a soothsayer to notify me that it's him. My enemy.

But wait, did he just say he didn't want his future wife to see a slut like her?' Like he cares?

The next thing I hear are her footsteps. They approached steadily, and the sounds of her heels echoed, and that was when it dawned on me that I had been eardropping, but it was already too late as she had already pulled the door knob open and my ear was still resting on it. "Holy shit!".