chapter 3. getting to know
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The next morning , I woke up and was startled to see myself in a very different room,I was on a massive bed,the bed softness was on another level.
Rubbing my face against the plush pillows and breathed in.
Nhmmm.
Yesterday confirmed that Mr Luther was indeed not looking at me but was blind.
Feeling better.
I sat with my back on the bed,this was my first day of being a billionaire's wife.
I didn't know what to do.
We had a little discussion,the honey moon was cancelled.
I was a little elevated by that.
We would get to know each other, like two mature adults.
We would set some rules to be followed as I had come to know that it was a contract marriage.
It seemed that my father had owed a lot of debt for my father- in - law,a shwred business man.
And in return,one of my father's daughter would get married to his son for a year and if not suitable would not continue.
My sister Sheila had been the favorite of the two of us,so she had been the one to be arranged,which she had been ecstatic about .
I figured she didn't want to stress herself with taking care of a blind billionaire.
Sighing,I would be here for a period of one year and then I would leave.
So far he had been of a gentlemanly behavior.
She wondered how he was feeling,being a blind.
She wanted to ask him ,but decided against it
What of if ?in asking she touched a nerve and he snapped.
Shaking at the thought,she got up dressed her hair and saw him coming out of his bedroom at the west end of the building.
He was in his night wear,his hair slightly in disarray,his cane tapping gently on the floor as he walked towards the dinning,with measured steps.
I watched him,go down the stairs.before scolding myself.
If I was like this I would make a bad wife,
I loved looking out for people who were in need.
Going down without another thought ,I met him halfway down the stairs.
Holding his unoccupied hands.
Let me help you from here.
He turned to look at me and shrugged.
Looping our hands we arrived downstairs,making sure he was comfortable,I went to the kitchen.
He sat still,his tablet in his hands as his P.A entered and briefed him.
I noticed that there were no househelps around after the first day .
Did he dismiss them?.
I reasoned what to cook,what do married people cook?.
There were lots of items on the fridge.
Too much things ,and the person wouldn't know what to cook as was my case now.
His Personal assistant was gone now,and he turned up the radio to listen to the news.
What would you like for breakfast,any allergies?.
Reducing the volume,
What ever you cook,it's fine.
She stared at him,that was a good.
She prepared scrambled eggs,tea,oysters and an A5 wagyu beef.
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They had finished eating and was sipping their tea,the room quiet.
We would be expecting someone,he said.she placed the cup in his hands and watched him wrap long and slender hands round it, bringing it to mouth,sipped,his firm pink lips touching the rim of his cup.
She wondered what he taught about the tea.
lifting his eyes from the cup ,he seemed to look straight at her as if he knew she was gazing at his lips.
She averted her eyes.she would have to admit that he was handsome,than her ex boyfriends.
They thought she was Sheila.
Luther ,his voice low and gentle said "I want to know you, Michelle. Not just your voice but your face, your skin, your essence.
Michelle said nervously."How can I...?"
Luther extended his hands. "Let me touch you. Let me feel you."
Michelle hesitates for a moment, then reaches out and takes luther hands, guiding them to her face.
Luther,his fingers tracing her features,"Your skin is so soft...like silk."
Luther fingers continue to explore Michelle's face, his thumbs brushing against her lips.
Luther's hands pause, his fingers still touching Michelle's lips with intense concentration.
You got cupid lips.
Luther had gotten a slight image of her, but he wasn't sure it was exact.
He had been relieved when she had let him touch her.he stiffled a smile.
Removing his hands,he got up to go shower.
Looking at where he taught she was and couldn't help saying.
Let's take a shower together, wifey.
He couldn't see her expression,and was sad at that.
Chuckling gently she stood up and took his arm.
You first, Michelle said with suppressed grin.he was flirting with her.
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