The Phenomenal Bryson Wyatt (The Invisible Successor)

Chapter 5

Ainslie sprang up to her feet after dwelling on what kind of outfit to wear. She thought of what party her family was hosting and went on the internet to check on it. She learnt that her father's international shares company had come up top two of the year of share sellers and was very excited. She rushed to her room and went through her clothes in the closet. She couldn't find anything new to wear but picked on a blue dinner gown which she had bought some months back.

By 6 pm, Bryson walked into the house and saw Ainslie appeared, looking all dressed up and ready to go out. He wondered if she was going to the bar again to get wasted.

"Ainslie, you're going out?"

"Obviously. I'm sure you're not blind."

"Where are you going? Please, don't tell me you're going to the bar to get wasted."

"You don't deserve an explanation from me. By the way, I'm actually going to a party my family is hosting tonight."

Bryson's lips parted and he stared at her, dazed.

"My father's international shares company got the top two position of the best share sellers in the country. My mother called me earlier and invited me over."

"But I think your Dad isn't going to be happy to see you. You know…"

"You know nothing so you just listen to me, Bryson. My father has no issue with me coming there.. I'm his jewel. You just have to look your best tonight."

"Pardon me, but I don't understand what you're saying, Ainslie."

"Stop acting like a dimwit. You're coming along with me to the party."

Bryson shook his head in disapproval. He knew her family didn't like him a bit and they probably won't be happy to see him at the party.

"I'm sorry I can't come along. I'm sure my presence won't be welcomed at the party."

"Yes, no one will care about you because you're a nobody, Bryson. Nonetheless, you're coming along because unfortunately for me, I'm your wife and I need you to escort me to the party."

"But your family is likely to humiliate me again. I really don't think I should come, Ainslie. Please just go. I'm a bit tired and I need to rest."

"Bryson, please don't get on my nerves this time.m," Ainslie requested, almost yelling. "I don't want to hear any other freaking excuse. Just go in there l, freshen up and put on something good so we can leave for the party," she ordered. She sat down and crossed her legs, admiring her new polished nails. 

Bryson contemplated on what to do. When she lifted her head and saw him still standing, she attempted to shout but he stopped her."

"Don't worry. I'm going to freshen up now, Ainslie."

"Good. The party is starting by 7 pm, so get ready quickly."

"Alright," Bryson said. He waited for some seconds, thinking she would ask him how his first day at work went but she didn't.

"Bryson, will you start heading to the room? We don't have much time," she said and he left for the room.

After fifteen minutes, Bryson emerged, clad in a black suit and a bowtie. Ainslie examined him from head to toe before standing up and they both left the house.

When they got out of the house, Ainslie stood by the side of the road, waiting for an upcoming Uber.

"Why are we waiting here?" Bryson asked. She eyed him and hissed.

"We need to get there, right? We can't trek down to my father's house. I hope an Uber shows up soon."

"An Uber? Why should we take an Uber?"

Ainslie straightened up and turned to face him. "What are you trying to say?"

"We don't need an Uber or a taxi. We can just take the public transport. We are still going to get to your father's house."

"Really? A public transport? Me and you? Are you crazy? I'm going to my father's house after a long while. I'm not going to some circus. We need to arrive there in an Uber so not everyone looks down at us."

"We'll pay twice as much if not more if we take an Uber. We can simply use the public transport. Just forget about what people would think."

"Oh. I see. Who are you? No, tell me who are you, Bryson? You're a mere human. You don't have a car nor are we staying in a nice apartment. I'm the daughter of a bloody wealthy tycoon and you want me to go to my father's house on public transport? Hell no. We will arrive there in an Uber. I know you're shameless but I'm nothing like you. Forget the fact we are a couple now, you'll always be below me and you'll never wish to rise up. It's so pathetic, Bryson."

"Ainslie…"

"Wait, hold on, did I hear you correctly earlier? You said we'll pay two times as much for an Uber? Who and who? You certainly don't have any penny with you to even take the public transport and you're trying to tell me what to do? You're a joker. You better get things straight. You need to act well at the party."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. Don't show you're a low class destitute there. Compose yourself, please."

Bryson opened his mouth to talk but she returned her gaze to the road, not giving him a chance. She stopped an Uber heading to them and both entered the car. She told the driver the address of her father's house and he took them there.

When the driver arrived at the gate of her father's house, he stopped the car and they got out after Ainslie paid him the fare.

Bryson looked around and shook his head.

"Gosh, I don't have much now and it's thanks to my husband."

"You know, we could have taken a public transport and you could have saved some dollars."

"Just shut up. You don't tell me what to do. I'll do as I please with my money. You don't even have any cent with you. Count yourself lucky that I'm not penniless like you. Let's go in."

She turned to face the gate which was suddenly opened by two guards who welcomed them. Bryson stared at the mansion that appeared in front of them. It was a big house that he had always dreamed to live in and wanted to tell Ainslie his desire of owning such a house but he knew she wouldn't like to know.

Ainslie got into the yard and quickly took out her phone and arranged her hair, checking out her makeup through the phone screen.

She held Bryson's hand with a long face which brightened up when they were reaching the huge back lawn where the party was taking place.

When they stepped into the lawn, Ainslie's gaze first caught her mother talking to a friend. She waved at her mother when she glanced at her and headed to where she was with Bryson whose eyes went around.

"Hello, Dear."

"Mom. Good evening," Ainslie said and her mother hugged her.

"Good evening, mother-in-law," Bryson said. Ainslie's mother glanced at him and looked away. He took a step forward to hug her but she took two steps backwards and smiled at her friend who gave her a weird look.

"This is Ainslie, right?" The woman asked and Ainslie's mother nodded. 

"Good evening, ma'am."

"Good evening dear. You look really pretty, Ainslie."

"Thanks for the compliment, ma'am."

"Oh, you're welcome. This is your husband?"

Ainslie glanced at Bryson and nodded. The woman nudged her mother with her elbow and said.

"Oh, Rose, you've got a really handsome son-in-law."

Ainslie's mother chuckled. "Unfortunately, his bank account isn't handsome." 

Bryson stared at her, feeling embarrassed and she eyed him, rudely.