Camouflage

Chapter Two

His hazel green eyes were clearly visible through his skydiving goggles. He was very experienced in skydiving. It was one of his passions. He was several thousand feet above in the clear sky from the earth. This was scary for most people but he was totally in love with it. Skydiving was like that it presented a new thrilling experience for him that not many get to have it because of fear. This game was loved by him and almost feared by many. He liked to fall to raise the highest in both sky and life. 

       Turquoise water was touching white sand shore. A huge crowd of people could be seen on the beach, applauding for him. It was his birthday party, arranged by him for his close, far, almost all friends. 

     Jumpmaster beckoned him to get ready. His corner of lips lifted up in a slightest smile. People waited for his motion, he did not. Before the jump master could give him a signal to jump from the plane. He leaped out of the plane and accelerated downward. Wind was touching his skin with a pretty force. He was feeling the temperature change and pressure of the wind on his skin. It was noticeably cooler at jump altitude. Feelings were like opening the refrigerator door on a hot day, and having that wave of cool rush over his body. The wind resistance from his freefall speed felt him like pressure. It was windy, his joy level was pumping. He opened his parachute, it lessened his accelerate speed. Cream color parachute was blossoming overhead. By ram-air principles, air trapped inside several air pockets which was keeping the parachute inflated. People were shouting his name. He was using toggles to drive his parachute. He had approached near the land. Noticing the wind direction and speed, He was making his parachute fly in the same direction. He pulled the both toggles in the unison. He smoothly landed on his feet. 

     "Always on the feet. "His younger brother smirked while saying out loudly, music was pretty high. His younger brother was moving his body on the beats of music. He was walking at him. He gave her elder brother a tight hug, "Happy birthday, brother. "Both brothers have green eyes, definitely he was with a hazel difference. 

       He pulled back, "Thanks, Jordan. "He smacked on his shoulder. 

      "They are waiting for us. "Jordan smiled. 

    His father threw the grand party on this day, indeed every year. But, It was special today. He was getting his titled throne. He was studying Jordan face attentively, "Are you up to something? "He tilted his head and glared at him. 

      "I'm not, but dad is planning your wedding. Mom has already selected a girl for you." Jordan said, raised his hands up to prove himself innocent. 

      He knew this would come as his last meeting with his parents was about, was he dating anyone or a special one he wanted to marry? He could read people's faces just at a glance, "Carry on the party for my friends."He said to the manager and tugged Jordan from the back of his neck at his car, "How does she look? "He asked Jordan with a smile. It wasn't that he was excited or what! He trusted his parents' choice. There was love between his parents and they understood each other without exchanging words. He wanted to have the same love level and spark with his future wife at least. 

      "How you know, brother. I've seen her. "Jordan winced, staring at him with an open mouth. 

      "Her picture. Not her. "He corrected him. 

       "Why is the elder brother so intelligent, God? "Jordan dramatically said, looking above at the sky. He loved his family and expected the same from his future wife. There were many girls in the party and out there who would easily be ready to do anything at his beck and call.

    ' If you are getting love easily that isn't love anymore. ' he thought with a smile. 

     He glared at him, stopping at his yellow Lamborghini. 

       "She's beauty from heaven."Jordan said. He didn't smirk nor chuckle. 

     He trusted his parents and their choice. It'd be our parents who would always want you to be happy in your life, "She'd be. After all, Mom chose her. "He said.

     His man gave him his car key, "Happy birthday, sir."He bowed his head. 

     "Thanks, Cree. "He nodded at him and held the keys from him. Unlocking his car, he got behind the wheels. 

     "You can pick any girl, brother. You don't know her. "Jordan said, getting in the front seat. 

    He knew this would be going to come as this was the only difference between two brothers, "We'll talk about it. When you'll reach my age. "He said, inserting the keys in the keyhole and turning it, he raced his car from the beach toward his heritage private property. 

     "You mean twenty seven. Four years are left. "Jordan smirked. 

     He hit him strongly on his back of the head, "Yeah, Twenty Seven. "He chuckled a little. 

      He made his way to The Watkins property. He could see swarms of people in front of the lawn. He always told his father that he didn't like birthday parties. His father always halted him saying he's the first born and it essential for society as they expected this blessed day to be celebrated. His father was the king of here and it was his duty to be the next ideal king who protected his people. He moved his car toward the back door as he didn't want people to gather around him. He pulled over the car and climbed out of his car, leaving the keys in the keyhole. 

     "See you at the party, Brother. "Jordan smiled. 

    "Sure, "He whispered. Through the back stairs, he trod in the house. When he reached his room. His room's door was already wide open. It made his eyebrows crushed. He stepped in his room. 

     "Mom, I love my room. "He said, as he had himself picked up every small and biggest antics, showpieces, furniture. He had taken full twenty four hours to select the interior and decorating stuff. His room was a combination of Dark coffee and cream colored walls. It wasn't that he was crazy about coffee. His mother never did experiment with his selected things. It was strange for him to see his mother standing in his room. According to him, she shouldn't be in his room but in the party, attending guests. 

     "You'll love your wife, too. "His mother spun. She was holding a tablet in her hand. His mother was in an expensive Louis Vuitton's white silk gown. Walking in pointed heels, She rested her free hand on his shoulder, "Happy birthday, Atkinson. "She smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

      "Thanks, mom. What are you doing with my room? "He said, looking around. 

     "Well, Come. "Her mother held his hand and made him walk to the right side of the room which was showing another door which was leading in a giant hall. 

     "Where'd it come from? "He winced, His mother was the only lady in this whole world who could make decisions on behalf of him and only one also to whom he didn't cringe to show his emotional side. 

     "She needs her own place, right? For her hobbies. I saw Diana when she was six years old, adorable kid."She said with a smile but sadness in her eyes. 

      Diana! He recalled her name. His lips twisted in a killer smile. He wrinkled his lips to make it away and concentrated what his mother was saying about his to-be-wife. 

       "It was her mother's funeral. That bullet was for me, I guess. She tried to save me but couldn't save herself. Diana was a little girl unable to understand what happened to her mother. Her brother, Bryan, He was sixteen years old, enough to understand everything. He hated our world. He took away Diana and settled his business. "She heaved a deep sigh. It also told him one thing that Diana didn't know anything about this wedding yet or knew but didn't want to. Although he was doubting the second option. 

     It saddened him to hear that she lost her mother at such a small age. 

         "Well! Here's her picture. "His mother said with a smile, after touching her fingers on the tablet's screen and turning it to him. 

       He wanted to see his Future-To-Be-Wife face to face, not in any picture. "I believe in meeting people, mom. "He said, pushing it down from his face with a slight touch of his left hand on it. 

        "So you need her address. "His mother chuckled. 

         "No, I'll get it myself. "He said, striding toward his closet which was spread in a room. He raked his eyes on the queue of pricey suits' queues, Everything was ornate. It was a computerized closet. He stood in the centre of his closet. There were rack upon rack around him, filled with expensive designer suits, tux, t-shirts, and jeans and his all kinds of footwear etc etcetera with full rotating cabinets at one side of this closet room. In the centre, there was a huge collection of his wrist-watches and cufflinks. 

      He was expecting her to be at the party. He wasn't bothered about his look. Girls could not help when he passed by them. They gawked at him with an open mouth. 

      "You have to make room for her clothes. I want this wedding to happen within ten days. "His mother smiled, stopping next him. 

    Ten day! Ain't it too long. He thought.

    "There's a lot of space mom. Mostly the closets are empty. "He said, signing with his thumb at his right and back side. 

      "I'm planning to add more closet racks. "She smiled. 

      He hadn't dated many girls but no girl was brought in his room before. And here, his mother was making room for his to-be-wife. She would be the first one and the only one. He pushed the button and the screen came to life. "You can do anything with the empty space but not to my room. "he said. 

    "I already know it. "He heard his mother. 

    "Good evening, Mr. Watkins."A female computerized voice said. 

     "What about this Atkinson? "His mother showed him a white suit made by their family designer. 

      "White? "He raised his brows. He avoided wearing white as he always kept himself prepared for the fight. But he could not deny her. 

      "With a blue shirt. "She gave him his suit and patted his shoulder, "Your father and Mr Shelton are gonna announce your wedding. All are waiting for you. "Her mother turned away from him, walking out of the room. 

     He was curious to know, would she walk in the party to show herself or he had to do it on his own, "Is she coming to the party? "He asked his mother. 

      It halted Eleanor's steps, "No, "She said, whirling, "His brother is a successful business man and.... I really want her for you. She is perfect for you."His mother said, tilting her head to one side. It cleared his second option. He knew this look when his mother genuinely wanted something to be. He always made sure to fulfill her wishes. He never got an opportunity to do it before. Today, he got and he'd do anything for it. 

        "She'll be your daughter-in-law, mom. "He promised his mother. 

       She nodded at him with a huge smile, "Atkinson, you're aunt wanna talk to you. "She said.

      "Okay, "He nodded and Eleanor paced toward the door. 

        "Diana, "He smiled broadly and rubbed his neck, glancing down at his suit. He did not want to wear white suit. But to keep her happy and smile on his mother's face, he took it