Redeemed Legacy

Chapter4

I got back from the hospital quite late. I had to get food on my way to the apartment because I was too tired to prepare something to eat.

I took my seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and I started eating my food. Just a few minutes after eating, my phone rang. At first, I thought it was Richard. Since our hot argument yesterday, we haven't spoken to each other. He might probably be thinking I would have come begging him, but no, not after the way he has been treating me recently.

It was an unknown number, so I picked it up.

I was not prepared for the baritone voice that came from the other side of the line.

“Hello, this is George Davis. Am I speaking with Miss Josephine Ray?” he asks

“Yes, you are” I answer

There were a few seconds of silence from his end, probably thinking of the next words to say

“So how do we meet“ he asks

Tomorrow is Saturday and I will not be visiting Lucy until 4 pm, then meeting him in the morning would be perfect since I had done my laundry the previous day.

“Tomorrow by 10 am is fine by me,” I say

He made a sigh as though having an appointment as early as 10 am was not okay with him.

“Or should I do it at a later time” I ask

“No, don't worry, I am cool at 10 am,” he says “And where should we meet?” he asks

“I will text you the location,” I say

“All right then, bye,” he says and immediately cuts the call

He was so in a hurry to drop the call, he couldn't wait for me to tell him ‘’, bye'. So, I have a date to prepare for tomorrow or should I just call it a casual meeting with a guy who will be my husband in a couple of days?

I can't believe I am in this kind of situation. I just hope everything I will be doing in the next couple of days will help save my sister. She is the one at the center of this proposal I accepted.

I switched off the light and headed to bed to sleep, so I could wake up early to prepare to meet George.

…………………

I put on a navy blue gown, matched with black heels, and took my only Gucci handbag, which Richard got for me two years ago on my birthday. I packed my hair to the back and I applied simple make-up. I know I look elegant and beautiful in my choice of outfit.

When I was done, I took a taxi to the restaurant we were to meet. When I got there, he wasn't in the place yet, so I took my seat, ordered a drink, and waited for him for 15 minutes.

He entered the restaurant with his gorgeous, strong physique. I couldn't stop staring at him when he came in.

I have seen him a couple of times at the office, but it is always for a few seconds when he comes looking for his father. He does not even bother acknowledging me when he comes, he just goes straight to his father's office and comes out almost immediately.

And I don't bother to think of checking him out a bit due to his not-so-good way of life. To me, he is someone I should not bother knowing.

But seeing him, standing in front, wearing a casual t-shirt with jeans, paired with sneakers blew my mind. No wonder women are always around him like flies. He looks so cute with his wet hair, a sign of him just getting out of the shower.

He brought me back from my thoughts by waving his hands at my face.

I felt embarrassed and straightened up and smiled.

“Hello Josephine, “ he says

He took out his hands for a shake, looking as though we wanted to start a business meeting and not talk about our proposed marriage.

“Hi, George” I reply (I shook him back).

I took a seat, and he just stared at me. It was looking awkward with each of us having nothing to say. I had to clear my throat to start a conversation.

“You came late,” I say

“ I woke up late, I almost forgot I had a meeting by 10 am,” he said unapologetically, as though he almost forgot the football game he had with his friends and not something as important as this meeting.

“Okay,” I say

“Do you care for anything more apart from this drink?” he asks

“I am fine with this, thanks” I reply

“What about you?” I ask

“I am fine,” he replies. He cleared his throat and began

“Mr Davis wants us to get married, so he can convince the Board of Directors that I can fit in to be the CEO,” he says

He called “Mr Davis” as though it was not his father he was talking about. I looked at him, expecting him to continue.

“So what day do you think we can get married?” he asked impatiently, as though tired of the conversation.

Anger flushed within me, who does it think I am, do I look like a one-night stand, who he believes he can use and dump? He does not even want to know anything about me, where I live, why I accepted to marry him, what I feel about the proposal, and everything. He just asked what day I think we could get married.

This is so sad, we have not started the plans yet, and I have started regretting why I agreed to this in the first place. I had to remind myself, I am here for Lucy and that is all. I got to marry him and my sister got to do her heart transplant.

I looked at him squarely and asked back “Don't you care to know more about me before we proceed to get married?

He thought for a few seconds and replied “Maybe”.

I am in a situation I never thought I would have been, a situation where the man who I am to get married to is not sure about getting to know me. I never planned for this in my life.

“Maybe!” I say

He saw how displeased I was. Then he said, “I would love to. Will you come to stay in my apartment for 2 weeks, so we can at least get used to each other before we get married?”

That is so thoughtful of him. Two weeks should be enough for me to get to know the man I am about to get married to, so I agreed.

“I guess it is a good idea for us to know each other better,” I say

“Just let me know when you are ready, so I can help you pack your stuff from your apartment,” he says

At least, he acted like a gentleman and did not expect me to carry my 2 week's clothes to his house myself.

“All right, I will let you know,” I say

He checked his wristwatch and said “I need to go now, I need to meet up with my friends. What about you? Are you going now, so I can drop you on the way?” He asks

“No, thanks, I will get a taxi,” I say

Without any persuasion from him, he called the waiter and paid for my drink.

“I will see you around,” he said, then he took his leave.

I heaved a sigh of relief at the way the conversation went, I finished up my drink and stood to take my leave.

I was not heading home, I was heading to Richard's place to tell him about everything that had happened to me recently and, eventually, to break up with me. I guessed it was long overdue with the way he had treated me in the past 3 months.

I know it is going to be a tough one to break the news to him, but I have to, I can't hide the fact I am getting married to him.

I took a taxi and dropped by the front of the multi-story building where he lives, occupying an apartment. Even if it is a small apartment, it is furnished and conducive for him to stay in.

As I go in, memories of the past fill my head, how we will get pizza, hold hands, and laugh at our conversations as we step into his apartment together.

He jeopardized our relationship with the way he treated me recently, and it is too late to make amends.

Even if I did not receive the marriage proposal from my boss, I planned on ending things with him and the proposal made it faster.

I reached his apartment and I knocked on his door. He opened, but the sight that greeted me was terrible.

This can not be Richard.