Rowe's multi-billionaire Castle.
"But what are you thinking? The wedding is just few weeks away."
Rowe's tough face folded into a bulky frown, though he knew that deep down he was as soft as a tissue whenever it boiled down to his only son, Max. Max was his only heir, though he had another son somewhere which he had held back from Max.
Max was seated on a luxurious milk colored leathered sofa. Twas a full-floor condo. The view from the living room had a great water opposite. The lapping of the water is reflected by the transparent glass filtering the panorama.
Rowe's apartment was a paradise of its own form. Several rooms and sitting rooms. Though that main parlour was the choice of all, especially when they were having such delicate discourse.
Most of them believed that the view had a peace to it. Such peace which was needed t
The next day. "The door is shut, sir. Seems she's got an off." The driver of the black limousine called at well-built man with well shaped face seated at the back. Twas Max. The glass of the door by which he was seated was unwind for a clearer view of what the driver had said. "I don't think we came too early. Or did we?" Max asked not sure to whom he had directed the question. His face was still glued to the locked door of the studio. There were lots of things to owed that too. Given by what happened between himself and Dia the other day. He opened the door of the limo and stepped out. His Italian shoe warming the bitumen. He was greeted by the bellowing breeze. His grey suit could counter the coziness. "I got this. Go on." He ordered the
Dia and Grandma's house. "Not now." Dia cussed as she heard the thick and rich voice come from the sitting room. For a while she thought of pretending as though she was dead. If that in any way would help her avoid the morning talk. And for fuck sake, why would he stop by that early in the morning. Twas just 10am. Whatever. She couldn't hear clearly, the conversation was indistinct. But she needed no soothsayer to tell her that the discussion they were having was about her. She would just retire to the bed and pretend as though she was a sleeping log. Then she heard the pressured call, "Dia!!! Your father is here." Her grandma was approaching her room. "Oh... Shit!" She flung into the bed and tucked herself into the fluffy c
Jane's Dance Studio. "It's quite a wonder." Dia watched the lips of the old woman dance to the words. She didn't owe the woman an explanation, she only needed a last help from her. She wasn't sure whether or not the woman was in. She was only waiting. "Could you, please?" She pleaded. That was the second time, but it seemed to her as though she had said it like a kabillion times. She wasn't so good at being polite. "I don't know how that would seem to her. She shouldn't had held it back from you." Dia didn't know why Jane kept stretching the short rubber of conversation. Probably because it seemed elastic to her. "It must had slipped her mind." Dia defended, though she knew that Jane could be as obstinate as fuck. "Please Jane, I have an u
Grandma and Dia's place. "Where to again?" Dia stopped almost at the door. She had meant to sneak out. She turned immediately, she had been caught. "I'll be gone for a while." She wore the smothered face, eating up the old woman with an ambiguous look. Grandma was wearing an apron, and had just walked out of nowhere. "Don't tell me you're still seeing that Max guy." Grandma's feminine voice feigned a deep vibration in the throttle. They both knew she didn't have it. "We've had this discussion, Ima. Trust me." She said as she turned again to walk out. She heard the old woman calling, "You do know that I'm obsessed with proofs." Dia didn't reply. She walked to her car. She saw that taxi driver whose mother was suffering from cancer. Her n
Same day. Grandma and Dia's house. "Must you always be a creep, Dia. Why ring the bell to your own house?" Grandma said without turning on the chair she was seated. She was looking through an album of pictures. Pictures which meant a whole deal to her. Pictures which were part of her life. She'd rather lose her life than lose the pictures. Twas the pictures of her husband, parents and wedding pictures. The chiming of the bell came again. She sighed and stood up. That meant twasnt Dia, or could she be up to some of her childish pranks again. "When would you grow up, Dia." She hurled as soon as she opened the door. But her jaw dropped instead. She was pushed out of the way. A group of strangers stomped into the parlour. "Who are you?" She fought her balance and held unto the wall behind her as
A luxurious restaurant. "You come here often?" She was the first to break the silence. She dropped the apple pie in her hand and pick up the glass of red wine. She took a sip. Crisp and elegantly. She wasn't doing it on purpose, she simply didn't want attention. Max was seated beside her, on a wooden two seater restaurant chair, draped in black but shining leather. Twas cozy in there, and aside the unusual silence, the waiters were super professional and nice. Like they were created for the tasks. He was having a deep dish pizza. They both were sharing the bottle of red wine. If she would be frank with herself, that was the best lunch she'd ever had. "I'll say every week. Though not everyday." He smiled and concentrated on the pizza. The way he slid the knife through the meal and put the fork to his mouth was
Rowe's apartment. "This can't be true." Rowe chanted, more of an affirmation to himself than a mere statement. He picked up the now stinking soaked suit concealed in a fancy grocery nylon. He watched the boot of the limo dance to the tune of the remote control. He didn't bother looking into the nylon again. He felt like something wasn't right. His wife, business partners, son might deceive him, but not his instinct. "Rowe." He ignored the salutation of one of his henchmen scattered around in designated place around his castle. Like in the movie Spartacus, Rowe's favorite movie, he had all his henchmen call him by his name when meaning to accord respect, just like the gladiators referred to Batiatus/Marcus as Dominos. He had climbed the stairs to the door of the elevated front door. There was a wel
Max's office. "Do you have an appointment with him?" The lady in a corporate dress shot at the man standing before her table. The man's aura was charming but the gaze he wore seemed to speak ill of the former. "I do not need an appointment to meet Max." His firm voice complemented the facial expression he maintained. "A moment please." The secretary pleaded as she punched few numbers into the landline and put a call through. She spoke over the phone, "Sir, there is a man here of the name --" She peered at the man, giving him the what-is-your-name stare. He said firmly, "Derrick." She looked away and concentrated, "Derrick. He said he is some college friend." He watched her receive an instruction and h
Four months Later. Maldives.~Dia Wealene~"How many times have they kicked?"Caidine called at me, walking out of the hut to join the remaining three of us. We were seated at the edge of the long wooden elevated basement on which the hut had been built. The row of huts were built on the ocean.I had my head resting on Albert's shoulder and Ray seated next to me. Caidine got to us and handed each of us a hollow, long cup of tasty spicy juice. Ray let her sit next to me."Now you've made them seem jobless. I don't believe that all babies do is kick. They sure have some other tasks they catch up to."I teased. I knew I was being unreasonable but no matter how sour and crazy my joke seemed, Albert's laugh was always the loudest. And sometimes, I am forced to think that he laughs at how boring my jokes are.And he has been acting that way since he discovered that I was pregnant with his twins. Two g
Wealene's multimillionaire house. Yorkshire.~Albert~"Let no one say a thing, I got this covered."Dia promised as Ray, Caidine, and Ray jr in between them walked towards us after pulling over their own car in Mr Wealene's large compound."Everyone seems to be here. But who is the owner of those strange cars. I hate to believe that crazy Mr Wilson is here. But it's all good, everything would be sorted today."She affirmed as she ran her arm into the space between my arm and waist. She held me like couples would do and called,"After me, y'all."As we walked towards the door, I wanted so badly to tell her the last secret but sincerely I was scared. And I still am. I should tell her but I just can't, no matter how hard I try.But the fact is, the truth cannot stay hidden for long. In just less than five minutes, all would be ratted out. The only concern that scared the hell out of me is her reactio
Sweet Home.~Dia Wealene~"When did you get a new Ferrari?"He queried as soon as he pulled over in my compound. One thing was the fact that I couldn't believe that this was the end of vacation, let alone the recent stance he had just assumed."What Ferrari?"I turned to him but he had stepped out of the car and walked over to my side. He got the door and I stepped out. He pointed in the direction of the garage. Parked was a red Ferrari. "I never drove this in, and I don't remember telling the automobile company to bring a new car. Nor did Caidine tell me about any--"I hesitated for a while as a supposition suddenly hit me."Come."I walked towards the door as he caught up with me. He held my hand and we both walked into the parlor."Where are they?"I quizzed, walking into the empty first parlour. Then suddenly, came the blast of music over the speaker, b
Colorado.~Dia Wealene~"I wish we could stay a week more."I complained, tracing my pinky finger through the deep hollow between his two pouting chests. The tip of my skin feeling the hardness of his torso. My head was on the spot where the shoulder meet the chest. We were both in bed. We just finished having sex. And it hadn't been forever since we got here. It's late at night. We're in a hotel. Hyatt Residence Club Beaver Creek, Mountain Lodge."We will. But not now. We will go on several other vacations after our wedding."He assured, stroking the loose strands of hair on my temple. Gentle caresses that turn me on."But wedding can wait. Let's just enjoy many more days alone."I looked up at him, my head poised, chin on his chest, eyes sorting out his.He suddenly sat up, leaning on the head of the bed. He helped me up too and made me sit in between his thighs, his warm arms wounded around m
In the middle of the ocean. Bangkok.~Dia Wealene~"Where'd he go?"I walked into the large sitting room in the yacht. My eyes were slightly heavy from sleep but that wasn't enough to slow me down. I walked past the numerous couches locked into each other in a circular mound in the heart of the space.I put up my left hand and caught the sight of the diamond ring glistering. I smiled at the memory of a day before yesterday. I kissed the ring and let out a light laugh. I walked towards the door.We'd spent the previous day in a private jet and had flew all the way from Vegas to Thailand. I have no idea how he chooses his thing, but he seemed obsessed with long-distance stuff.The 24 hours we spent on the jet passed by so quickly, since we spent most of it playing games and watching movies. And earlier this morning, we've set on the ocean and had had some sex spree. And I was just waking up. Waking up to hi
"Albert?"I turned around. I was on a cliff with a flat, rectangular top. At the edge of the cliff on the four sides were lit candles and in the middle were sprinkled pink flowers all over the place."Albert?"My heart would liquefy. I'm sure."I'm here!"I heard his voice from the path that led up the cliff. I hurried towards there and couldn't move any further. There were rocky stairs that lead up the cliff. And at the edges of the stairs were candles too. That must be what we had climbed.Albert was walking towards me, climbing the stairs, and in his hands were two giant bouquet of different kinds of flowers I'd never seen."Albert?"I wasn't sure of what else to say as he got to me and handed me both the flowers."Come, my love."He called and I followed him not sure of what to expect even though my sixth-sense was loud enough.As we got back to the spot I had left be
Grand Canyon.~Dia Wealene~"Do you really think this is necessary?"I argued, not sure of what else to say. Of course I was been beaten by curiosity as well as anxiety, but both had pressed on me so greatly that I was beginning to feel uncomfortable."We're almost there. You don't have to worry, as soon as I park the car, you'll be in my arms all the way through, till we get to where we are going."He explained. But I kept up the pace of the argument,"But really, Albert. It's already night. Having a blindfold on me makes no difference."I could feel a silhouette eating me up as he pressed his lips on my cheek."To me, it matters. Just trust me, baby."There was plea in his tone and I wasn't ready to prove further."Fine."I muttered, even though twasnt enough. I wanted to tell him to kiss me in the lips to shut me up but I let the urge slide.We had left Japan early this mor
Thermae Bath Spa. Japan. ~Dia Wealene~ "This is one of those. At least, my young days tasted some of the renowned English buildings in some part of the world." He replied, explaining. He was leaning on the border of the Minerva bath. Twas like a large pool with steams, but I could tell from the feel of the water on my skin, that the water is well treated; mineral-rich. "But it's rather strange. A UK establishment in the heart of Japan. Maybe I should say it's impressive. One of these days, Cleavinks should have a branch too in one of these Asian countries. I'm sure their folks are pretty innovative." He turned to me at that, closing the space in between us; we were facing the front before the turn. "No folks are dumb. But really, have we come all the way to Japan to talk about business?!" He pulled me closer and stole my lips. His left hand at my nape, and the right sliding down my back till it h
Few Days Later.~Albert~"Where to?"She quizzed, taking a quick glance at the side of my face. I turned to her as quickly as I could, my eyes straying off the express road, my firm hands drifting the steering wheel through the road."Disclaimer: All you have to do for these seven days is to sit back and trust all of my words. Because if you ask me again to where I'm taking you, I would have no choice but to tell you, which would make it no surprise anymore. You know, I can't really keep a secret from you anymore."I paused. The rays of the sun stealing through the window of her seat beside me revealed the glee sweeping past her face. I guess I tried. Caidine had told me to give details whenever she asks a question. I had forgotten to ask her why, but I guess it's really working and helping."What else did Caidine teach you?"She sneered at me. My heart missed a beat. I wanted to show it as Caidin