Goodbye To My Fake Husband

I will persuade Fred to marry you

It was in the evening. Fred was sitting in one of the leather chairs in his luxurious sitting room. Eight chairs were facing each other. In the middle was a glass table and it seemed it hung on nothing because its legs were crystal clear. On the right side were cylindrical steps leading to the upper floor. Its treads had a reflection of gold. The newel post, the spindles, and the handrail were made of pure gold. On the walls were artwork in frames; small and large forming a pyramid on the wall. At the left was a glassy bar and a young man in a suit stood at the bar. Away from the bar, there was a swimming pool with sky blue waves. On the right side of the sitting room was a set of a chairs and table.

The entire building has fifteen bedrooms, three kitchens, three waiting rooms, and two helipads at the top of the building. There were four male cooks in the building, six laundrymen, and thirty-five security men.

Fred wore a white shirt and black trousers. He crossed his legs and faced the large television immersed in the wall. In his right hand was a glass of wine, half-filled with dark red wine.

At the entrance door, a man still putting on a black suit was standing. Suddenly, he opened the door and Andrew walked in. Andrew was in charge of bringing beautiful ladies for Fred.

"Sir," Andrew bowed his head, but Fred's eyes were on the TV. Andrew stood some feet away from Fred. He was tall, he had small eyes and a beard on his cheeks.

"Good evening Sir," he increased his voice and this time caught Fred's attention. "I brought someone for you." He added. Fred turned towards Andrew.

"I didn't ask you to bring anyone today." The glance of his eyes was unfriendly.

"Sir, I thought you weren't pleased with my selections. This one is sexy hot." He smiled, clipping his hands together.

"Where is she?" He replied reluctantly.

"Please, I will be right back."

Andrew turned and walked out of the building. The outside of the mansion was very beautiful. There was a lot of land in front of the building. At the left was a mini-game reserve. There were tall trees, shrubs, and green grass. Fred was a lover of a natural environment. A high iron net separated the reserve from the other part of the land. On the right side close to the gigantic building was a spacious car park, housing different brands of cars. There was also a big swimming pool some feet away from the car park. After the pool, there were two pitches. A basketball pitch and a golf pitch and between the reserve and the pitches were a double-tiled lane from the main gate to the mouth of the building. In-between the two parallel roads was a lovely garden of red flowering plants. The environment was serene.

"Please come with me, my boss wants to see you," Andrew said to a young lady in the backseat of a dark blue Mercedes car. The young lady came down and followed him. She wore a short elastic red skirt and silver-colored top. She was tall, and in her right hand, was a small bag with a touch of both red and silver colors. They walked into the building and stood on the right side of Fred.

"Sir." He dragged Fred's attention again.

Fred raised his face towards them and his eyes came in contact with a smiling young lady. She had long blonde hair that rested both on her back and some on her chest. When she saw that Fred had focused his attention on her, she used her hand to move her hair to the back so that he could see her face clearly. She had brown eyes, light eyebrows, and well-combed long eyelashes. Her nose and mouth were small, and she attached silvered earrings to her broad lobe ears. The more Fred looked at her, the more she smiled with her oval face to seduce him.

"You look good."

Fred's remark made her blush. Andrew quickly winked and at the same time, slightly bent his head towards the young lady. His body movement was to make the lady gently turn around so that Fred could see her backside and her curve. She got the signal and turned around. The lady had a heart-shaped buttock and Fred was pleased with her shape. And before Fred could say more words, his special phone rang. This phone was very special to him because only thirteen people have this phone number. His mum, his dad, the nine district executive managers of his companies, the head of all the forces of Alaskan, and the president. His other phones were connected to his male secretary's mobile and desk phones.

Fred turned his face and stretched his right hand to pick up his call.

"Hi Fred," Her voice was raspy and strained and the pitch of his voice was very low.

"Mom?" He raised his voice. "Are you sure you are okay?" He asked.

"No. I'm… not fine."

"Have you called the doctor?" He rushed his voice. "Or let me call him. Where are you?"

"At home. There is no need to call the doctor. I want to see you."

"But, I'm not a doctor. Please, I want to call the doctor."

"I said, no. I want to see you first."

"By tomorrow."

"Are you sure you will be okay till tomorrow?"

"Yes, as long as you promise me you will come."

"Ok! I promise. I promise."

"Thank you." She ended the call.

Andrew and the lady were still standing and watching. After the call, Fred lost his s****l desire. He used his right hand to tell Andrew and the lady to leave. He squeezed his face and drank the remaining wine in the glass cup.

The smile on the lady's face went away. It was a lost deal. Her thought was to win Fred's heart, and after the night, she would be financially rewarded.

When they were halfway out of the house, Fred called Andrew and he quickly came back while the young lady stood and watched.

"Pay her twice what you have agreed to pay her."

"Yes Sir." He waited. When Fred refused to say an additional word, he bowed and left, joining the lady and they went out. Fred looked worried. He turned his face to the wall clock. It was 6:30 PM. Fred stood up and climbed the stairs. The barman stood from his post and came to where Fred had sat down. He took the half bottle of wine and the glass cup. When he saw the two phones on the chair, he took them and went after him.

"Sir, your phones." Fred turned back and collected them and went to his room. He opened the door of his bedroom and sat on his big green-colored bed. It was a very big room. The room was a mini apartment itself. It has a giant white wardrobe at the left corner, starting from one end to the other end of the room. Close to it was a large capacity multilayer shoe rack. There were different kinds of shoes, with varieties of colors. Close to the window at the right was a mini office, a desk, and a black leather chair. On the desk was a white desktop and files were well arranged on the table. Beside the table was a long fridge. And some feet away from the fridge was a small set of dining tables.

The call from Fred's mother has changed his plans for the night. He went into the bathroom and took his bed. After some minutes, he came out of the bathroom and a big white towel was on his waist. He said on the bed. Then he heard one of his cooks saying.

"Sir, your dinner is ready."

His room was computerized. He could communicate with anyone in the building and they too could communicate with him. There were inbuilt microphones and speakers on the wall. And at the upper part of his rooms, thirty screens were watching different parts of the building including the environment.

After ten minutes, when the cook did not hear his reply, he asked again.

"Sir, can I serve your dinner?"

"No," Fred replied. He was worried about his mother's health, so he took his phone and called her. He did not need to put the phone to his ear, his phone was connected to the complex electronic system of his room. Seconds later, his mother's phone started ringing. Then it ended without picking. Fred dialed the number with his finger, leaving the phone on the bed, and waited.

Anna was the name of Fred's mother. She could not pick up the call alone, she ran out of her room and called Sophia who was in the sitting room chatting on her phone.

"Sophia! Sophia!!" She called and used her right hand and demonstrated. Sophia stood up and ran up the stairs to meet Fred's mother in her room.

"Fred called, let's wait, he might call again." She had not finished speaking when her phone rang again. She quickly lied down and Sophia took her phone with her left hand and used her right thumb and index fingers to press Anna's neck so that it would affect the sound of her voice.

"Hello, Fred…" She struggled to speak.

"Are you sure you are alright?" Fred asked with so much concern.

"I am getting better."

"But your voice."

"I'm fine," she interrupted. "Are you still coming tomorrow?"

"Definitely, I will be there in the morning."

"Thank you. Please, I want to sleep, we can talk tomorrow."

"Okay. Sweet dreams. I love you, mum."

"I love you too."

Sophia pressed the end call button of the phone and smiled at Anna.

"I told you it will work," she sat on her bed. "Fred is my son. Don't worry," she touched her right shoulder and added. "I will persuade Fred to marry you."