Unforeseen Love

Chapter 1

Aimee stood in front of her dad, still in shock over what she just heard.

"Oh my goodness!! Dad!!

Why would you enter into such an agreement without consulting me? How can you expect me to enter into matrimony with such an impolite and uncouth individual?” Aimee exclaimed, her steps agitated as she moved from left to right in a display of fury.

Mr Bush sat comfortably on the couch holding a closed newspaper on one hand, while he used his other hand to adjust his glasses.

“Well...I perceived this as the most suitable option for you, given that you evidently have no inclination towards settling down and embracing a more serious demeanor in life. Your nightly revelries at the club, squandering my resources on those frivolous acquaintances you call friends...Bernard is a close associate of mine, and I am convinced that he has nurtured a diligent son who has achieved great success. Moreover, Desmond is a responsible, handsome gentleman, and let us not forget that you and he were inseparable companions in your youth.”

Her father was staring at her with the hope of having convinced her.

Amelia seethed with anger as she absorbed her father's words. She stutters,

"He...he...we were never best of friends. He was a jerk and I never liked him. I made a mistake thinking he was a friend but instead I got played…and now you want me to marry him? Honestly, Dad I'm disappointed in you”

"Aimee, that was the past. I understand that you were young at that time. This presents an opportunity for reconciliation and redemption. My beautiful angel, you possess profound significance and I assure you that everything will transpire favorably. I simply request that you conduct yourself with grace and distance yourself from those acquaintances of questionable value.

Amelia feels irritated by what she just heard as she angrily walks out. Mr. Bush stares at her as she walks away till she is out of his sight and resumes reading his paper.

Agatha pulls up at Demond's mansion.

Enters through the front door…yelling Demond!!!Demond!!!Demond!!!

"Yessssss!!...he yells back. She listens closely to pick out his location.

“Babe, where are you...where are youuu...babe!!”

Demond descended the staircase, casually munching on peanuts. Agatha, observing the scene, noticed Demond's imposing silhouette elongating as he descended, a result of the dimly lit chandelier above. "Why are you yelling?" Inquired Demond.

Agatha smiles revealing her dimples at the sight of Demond. "Babe I miss you, I just couldn't stop thinking about you at school today?. Agatha walks to Demond and perks both sides of his cheeks.

"Babe don't yell out my name like that…except (he pauses) there's something you are not telling me” Agatha wears a smirk.

“What is it?” Demond inquired.

“I…I…(she hesitates) got the promotion”

“You what!! Damn girl, I'm proud of you”

“I know babe” He pulls her in for a tight hug.

“Babe…you won't believe what happened today”. Agatha pulls away. Demond stares at her in curiosity as they both walk to the parlor. “Another promotion” Demond teases her wearing a smirk.

She ignores “While I was on my way to grab coffee before my initial lecture, a sophomore boy walked up to me...complimented my looks and asked if I was single and that I looked like his favorite celebrity crush. Babe, honestly I was dead struck for a minute…this kid was picking on me. I was just standing there staring and wondering what to say or do. I had to walk out”

Demond burst into laughter..."You mean a tenth grader did that. Girrrrllll…you should have whipped his ass and sent him back to school". Demond continues laughing…

"Babe, I was shocked. A kid with such audacity” Agatha said.

“Babe…the young man couldn't resist your beauty” Demond teases her and continues laughing…

Ignoring Demond as she noticed the aroma.

"Hmm…what's that smell"? Agatha asked.

"Oh, earlier I instructed chef B to prepare a delectable meal for us before bidding him farewell. This way, we can relish our private moments and also commemorate the favorable news. The timing seems to be impeccable” He smiles

"Awwnnn that's very thoughtful of you babe”. She leans close for a tight hug.

He kissed her forehead while massaging her head with his left hand and his other hand wrapped around her waist. Ahhhhhh! She whispers. The gentle touch of his hands and the warmth of his embrace enveloped Agatha in a sense of tranquility. It was a moment of pure bliss, where time seemed to stand still. The room filled with a soothing ambiance as she closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the moment.

The ring from the homeline disrupted their moment. Agatha hugs him even more tightly, refusing to let go of him. She eventually gave up when the phone wouldn't stop ringing.

Demond walked to where the phone was and picked it up. He looked at Agatha once more and blew a kiss at her while admiring her beautiful curve while she walked to the dining table to check out the meals.

“Hello…”.

"Demond, how are you?" His father said in a deep tone. Demond was perplexed, because his father was the least on his mind.

"I'm good dad". Demond replied.

"I would like us to meet and discuss some important matters. I want you to come back home first thing tomorrow…I will send the driver to pick you up at the airport" He hangs up before Demond could say a word.

Still rude as always (Demon thought…)

"Babe, who was that?" Agatha asked, walking back to the parlor. She became worried, noticing Demond's cold demeanor.

“It was my dad…and he said I should come home"

Agatha is surprised by the news. She blurts out

“But why does he want to see you?”

“He says we have some important things to discuss. But no worries, everything will be fine. Also, I need you to come with me” Agatha in shock at Demonds request. What's the issue...?" Demond inquired.

"I don't think I'm ready to meet with your dad yet, besides you said your dad is a stern man. What if he doesn't like me.."

"Well that shouldn't be a problem. As long as I love you he would have no other choice but to do the same. Besides I would love to show you where I grew up in” He walks to Agatha and sits next to her, leaning in.

"Don't worry my love everything will work out fine"

"Are you sure babe"? Fear in her eyes as she stared into Demond’s eyes.

"I'm sure love" Demond slowly leaned in to kiss her on the lips, she kissed him back…the kissing became more passionate and intense.

Demond unzips her gown, he carefully caresses her neck down to her lower back with his hand…gently kisses her neck and licks her skin up to the ear. He quickly removed his shirt revealing his biceps…Agatha rubs his chest with both hands whilst staring at his body in admiration curiously waiting for his next move. He helped her pull her gown halfway exposing her bosom. Demond slowly uses his tongue to lick her navel up to her n****e…Agatha moaned in pleasure aloud, feeling the rush of dopamine coursing through her veins. The couch had grown uncomfortable for the pair, prompting Demond to scoop her up in his arms, her grip secure around his neck, and carry her up to the bedroom. She chuckled joyfully during the ascent, holding onto him tightly.

“But babe, what about the food?" she said teasingly.

“That can wait...I need to feed on you first” He smiles flirtatiously as Agatha smiles back and bites her lower lip hard.

Aimee was having a bad day as she laid on her bed all day pondering on what her father said. She was the only one at home…her dad had left earlier to attend a meeting at Ben’s Oil, Benards company with other shareholders.

She was feeling parched and starting to experience a migraine, prompting her decision to indulge in a swim. Retrieving her towel, she strolled to the kitchen to quench her thirst. After retrieving some orange juice from the freezer, she proceeded to the backyard for a refreshing nighttime dip in the pool.

While gliding through the water, her mind couldn't help but dwell on the unsettling prospect of becoming Demond's wife…she harbored an intense loathing towards him. Back in high school, Demond had subjected her to a humiliating ordeal in front of the entire student body by surreptitiously placing a bag of excrement in her school bag, causing her to emit a foul odor. The memory of this incident fueled her determination never to forgive him. Recollections of the abhorrent experiences she endured in high school due to Demond's actions only served to intensify her animosity towards him. She vowed to do everything in her power to ensure that their impending marriage would not prosper.

Frustrated by these thoughts, she came out of the pool, cleaned up and went back into the house.

On her way, she decided to visit her studio where she creates and stores all her masterpieces. She observed some of her artworks adorning the lofty walls of the staircase leading to the upper floor. A smile graced her lips at the sight, imbuing her with a sense of upliftment. She recognized the skilled hand of her father in their arrangement.

Aimee pursued her studies in fine arts at the prestigious Yale University. Since childhood, she harbored a deep passion for sketches and images, thus vowing to pursue her artistic education at one of the world's premier institutions, firmly believing that her artistry would one day garner her renown.

Selecting a paintbrush and a pristine sheet of drawing paper, she positioned herself in front of the canvas. Gazing at the blank expanse for a moment, she found herself immersed in contemplation. The shrill tone of her phone shattered her reverie, prompting her to abandon the paintbrush and hasten to her room to answer the call.

She looked at the phone to see who's calling…it's Fatima, her best friend.

She picks up.

“Hey girl where are you? We are almost at the party” Fatima said in a loud tone.

" I won't be coming today”.

Fatima is perplexed by Aimee's response because she knows Aimee would never turn down a party.

“What's wrong bae”?

“There's nothing wrong, I'm not just feeling it today”

"Ok if I say so. I will talk to you later bye…” Fatima hangs up.

Aimee was overcome with melancholy as she returned to her painting. The desire to create had seemingly desert

ed her, prompting her to abandon her paintbrush and retreat to her chamber in a fit of frustration over missing the party.