SECRETS OF THE BILLIONAIRES DIAMONDS

Chapter five:

I stumbled into the quiet, dark and cold mansion. It was late, the sound of my hills against the floor echoed through the walls announcing my return, I noticed light in the dining room as began the journey up the grand stairs.

The usually dark wing suddenly had light in its dining room, and within it Desmond sat at the end of the table, on it was low and blurry candle light that danced in the darkness.

“Samantha,” he said, his voice stripped of the arrogance I was expecting “come in here. “

I slowly stepped into his view, he pulled out the chair beside him and gestured-in other words sit right here. I take the seat beside him and then he began.

“I owe you an apology, I know I’ve ignored you these passes few days and I can’t let you continue to think that is what you mean to me, the truth is I’ve been so busy with work and my father has me working extra hard,” his words were light and gentle, he almost sounded human.

My head tilted- if only he knew how heavy it felt on my shoulders, how blurry he looks right now.

“So you push people away when you don’t need them? You ignore me but get all over me when the cameras are watching, do you even love me, Desmond?” I asked.

“Baby why are you talking like this?’’

“Do you? Because it doesn’t feel like you do, and I know you’re hiding something”

He stared at me for a moment, and in those seconds the air thickened, the candle flicked on the slight brush of wind.

“You’re right Samantha, I have treated you wrongly and I have been hiding something, my father and I talked and he acknowledged how busy I’ve been and I told him that we haven’t had time to ourselves or time to plan the wedding, “Desmond admits.” So I told him I would take some time off work and do something for you, something fun so you know just how much I love you and care about you.”

Shit I forgot about the wedding,

I was shocked at the words he said to me, for a moment I could recognise who was talking to me-is this the same mane who slept at the other end of this fortress? Was this the man who barely said a word to me but used me to protect his image when the press covered us?

“Then prove it” I said to him.

His eyes met mine and then suddenly he pulled me to him and kissed me, he took me from the dining room to the living room. The passion between us was electric his soft and smooth skin pressed against me with every stroke I felt him deeper inside of me,

By morning I woke up lying in my bed – I had no idea how I got there.

Desmond was gone and so were my cloths, I walked into the bath room and took a shower, I put on a robe and came out to a banquet of roses that sat on my bed and a not that read: beautiful flowers for my beautiful lady. Have a great day C.

Red flushed my cheeks like the like poison apple, I had never felt so close to Desmond, I believed he was beginning to trust me, it finally like I was bride to be and at last he realised.

In the office he and I would usually catch ourselves stealing glances at each other, the vibe between us was acentric, and everyone saw us together, we did interviews together , went to major end of year events, we flew to major countries together and had dinner at the most beautiful of places : china, Africa, Paris. He even promised me a honeymoon on the family island. He was proving his words to me.

One evening when we got home from the airport he said to me in the car: “I’m really glad you would be spending the rest of your life with me.” He said it so softly I almost didn’t notice the irony in it but that didn’t matter when I walked into the surprise party he had set up for me. He got almost all my close friends.

For a while it was nice tolerating everyone, he disappeared as he always did on our trips. That nigh as we laid together I said to him. “I’m loving the way you love me, I just wish I knew what makes you happy”

I would usually wake up in empty but this morning I found him sleeping right beside me, it was the first time I had seen him sleep, the most vulnerable I had ever seen him, he seemed so peaceful.

I left him and went downstairs and quickly threw some fruits into a bowl and pored a cup of coffee, but before I had the chance to surprise him, he met me in the kitchen, he stood by the door, his expression harsh and angry, he stretched out his hand showing a picture of me and Isaac at the lounge and a headline: bride to be having second thoughts. Before words could come fall out of my mouth he turned and walked out of the kitchen.

“oh no” I whispered to myself. “Desmond! Desmond!” I called out trying to see if I could bring him back.

I had never seen him angry before. Annoyed yes but not angry.

I walked back into room slowly- like a creeping cat. Desmond stood by the window, staring at green that surrounded his estate. “Maybe I am hiding something,” he said, his voice calm, unbroken. “But it’s not what you think, you’ll see soon enough. Just trust me.”

I walked in a little closer. “I do, “I tell him-but I actually meant I will.

“Then why are you with Isaac?”

“I wasn’t. He walked up to me at the lounge, he just wanted to congratulate me that’s all”

“That’s all? So he didn’t tell you anything?”

“No, he didn’t.” I tell him in the convincing voice I could muster. “But what else did he have to tell me?’’

He walks past me, takes his shirt of the edge of the bed.” I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,” he tells me before leaving the room, his shirt hanging over his shoulders.