Arriving at the place he mentioned, Court, the car came to a halt. He opened the door and walked out, and I did the same as well. We walked into the lawyer's chamber, signed an agreement, and received a set of rules and regulations before returning to our car.
Entering a Photoshop studio, we snapped some pictures before returning home as he took me to his house.
"Sir, please, what about my sister? Have you told them to continue working on her?" I asked as we drove back home, staring at him with sad eyes.
"Yeah. I have," he answered without glancing at me. "As from now on, don't call me sir anymore. We are married. Call me Dickson, okay?" He corrected me and I nodded in response, looking a bit human while still keeping his straight face without looking at me.
After a while, he rolled his tightened face in my direction. "Make sure you keep this relationship secret. Don't let any of your friends know about it or your relatives know about it. Don't.
If I hear it in anybody's mouth any day and anytime, nobody will see your dead body," he whispered firmly in a tight tone, staring at me with those tiny cold eyes that sent shock sensations of fear all over my body, causing all my body to shake in horror.
I nodded quickly in response. "O-okay," I stuttered, looking away from his eyes, and he took his cold eyes away from me.
After a while, a sense of relief swept through my body from up to toe and I took a deep breath, sighing in relief and looking out to the window as the car drove gently, letting in some cool breeze.
I closed my eyes and let the cool breeze shower on me. Suddenly, my mind took me back to his bright pink lips, causing me to slowly roll my head in his lip's direction and stare at it.
Unhealthy thoughts began to use my brain as I began to think of how I could grab those lips at that moment and suck it to my satisfaction, roll my tongue in his mouth, and enjoy him moaning in my mouth.
He looked sexy in his black tuxedo and his well-shaved long face gave him a baby face. He looked like my dream guy. A guy that I had been praying all my days to have, but unfortunately, it happened to be a fake marriage instead of a real marriage.
If only his facial language alone could make me melt in my pants, what would I do if I caught him with his bare body?
I bit my bottom lip at the thought as my whole body began to quiver, and my breast tensed up, seeking his massage, and my nipples started tingling, expecting his fingering.
I felt my spot start tingling in between my legs, causing every fiber of my body to vibrate.
But unfortunately, the person I was dreading for, was not interested in me. Instead, he kept his straight face while scrolling his phone up and down, causing me to let out a quiet groan.
I tried to take my eyes away from his lips, but it happened to be no avail as I kept staring at it and swallowing the lump that kept balling in my throat because of those thoughts.
Suddenly, I got distracted by his cold deep voice. "Why are you staring at me like that? Do you want me?" He asked, taking me out of my thoughts as he kept scrolling through his phone, causing me to wonder how he caught me.
I quickly took away my gaze from him and looked out of the window after shaking my head in disapproval and answering "No"
"Hm. He seems cocky and proudy" I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders gently while staring outside.
He let out a soft chuckle after my response and craned his neck before continuing with what he was doing as he mumbled something in his breath.
"Maria?" he called loudly after we had arrived at his skyscraper's mansion, and she quickly ran out from a corner to where we were standing.
"Yes, sir," Maria answered after arriving, breathing heavily.
"Where are others?" He asked.
"They are working, sir," she answered, pointing upstairs.
"Okay. Go and call them for me," he commanded sternly, and she quickly returned to go and call.
Immediately, she arrived back with four people behind her back, making them five.
"Master, look at them here," Maria said as they reached where we stood.
"All right. Now" he cleared his throat. "Maria, Nelson, Miriam, Favor, and Grace, this is your Boss Lady from today. She is Clara, and Mrs. Clara Dickson these are your maidens.
Send them whatever you want," he explained, trying to be much more calm and polite with me in front of them, causing me to scoff in dismay.
"Hypocrite! Hypocrite!" I curse him in my mind as I keep a straight face with a small fake smile on my lips.
"Take her to her room, Maria. But before you, um…" he said, Clearing his throat and turning his gaze to me. Taking a few strides in my direction, he plants a soft kiss on my chin, causing my heart to burn, but I pretend to be calm as well as he does.
"Honey, don't forget we will attend my friend's birthday party tonight. So please, go and prepare for it." He whispered in my ear lobe as he kept rubbing the spot he had kissed, causing my face to flush and sending some terrible feelings to my body.
I nodded my head in response and slowly moved away from him. "Maria, come, let's go," I said with a fake smile as I grabbed Maria's wrist, and we walked away from him to my room.
"Ma'am, this is your room. It is close to the master's room," Maria said as we walked in after opening the door. The inlook of the room looks so inviting as I couldn't help but stare around, feeling things in my hands.
"Ma'am, please, I'm going out. Is there anything you need me to bring for you?" Maria asked after showing me things in that room.
" No, my dear, I'm okay for now," I answered, shaking my head gently and smiling at her.
"All right, Ma'am. But if you need anything at any time, do well to ring this bell, and one of us will quickly attend to you." She pointed to a switch on the wall. I nodded my head before she walked out.
After a while of staring around the beautiful room and feeling some things with my hands, thoughts about Miranda, my roommate, quickly jumped into my mind, causing a sense of guilt to crawl through my heart.
I sat slowly down on the bed and let out a disappointing sigh as the thought of guilt kept rolling in my mind.
"I didn't tell Miranda anything. I didn't inform her about this marriage. She has been more like a sister to me. She has been more than a friend to me. Yet, everything just happened coincidentally without giving me a second thought.
How will she react if she sees my engagement picture with my CEO?" I thought but got distracted by my phone's ringing tone.
I slowly grabbed the phone at the bedside and checked the caller ID. Behold, it was Miranda who called, causing my stomach to stir, my whole body to tremble in fear, and battles of questions began to run in my mind.
"Has she seen my engagement picture? How does she feel? How will she react if I answer this call?" I muttered, asking and causing more guilt, more body quivering to myself.