Episode3
1306 Words
ALL MY MEN IN A ROOM
“I'd rather die!”
If only Georgia stuck to those words, she wouldn't be sitting in the king-sized bedroom of her high school bully, getting dressed for some kind of occasion.
From a failed marriage, to having a one night stand with Peter Peterson, and now in the house of her highschool bully. Her life felt like it was a movie. Everything was happening so fast. Georgia stared at her reflection in the mirror as the servants took off her wedding dress.
It was a new one sent to her hotel room by Nate. His marriage to her was a very silent one. Everything was done within an hour. He even arrived at the chapel late. They barely exchanged eye contact, and neither did they kiss after the instruction of the priest.
Georgia let the servants absorb her with heavy pieces of jewelry. They were pieces of jewelry worth millions of naira. The necklace on her neck was a rare ruby stone, glinting as the light from the table lamp shone on it.
There was a knock on the door which snapped her out of her thoughts. A man walked in, dressed in a suit with a tail.
“Mr. Peterson is waiting,” he announced.
The servants went into a hassle. It was a crime to keep him waiting. They concluded their roles and assisted Georgia to the door. The man took Georgia's hand and began leading her down to the car.
“Where is he?” Georgia broke the silence.
“He's waiting in the car,” he answered. She swallowed the thoughts of sharing the same space with the boy who humiliated her and ruined her. Well, this was the price she had to pay for her mother.
“I must warn you Miss…Mr. Peterson is a man of few words, but you must do your best to not provoke him. He is swift in taking action,” the man added as they got to the garage.
“I know Nate better than you think,” Georgia murmured. The door was opened for her. She stood there for a while, took a deep breath, and then went in.
The car smelled like a mix of berry and apple. It was cold, causing shivers to run down her spine. After the door was closed, the top of the car got lit with galaxy stars. They illuminated against Nate's face, which she stole a glance at before turning to the mirror.
“You're still as childish as I thought,” Nate broke the silence which felt unending. Georgia looked at him and discovered his head was buried in his iPad and there was an airpod in his ear.
“He's not referring to me,” she thought.
“I'm speaking to you…Georgia Holmes,” Nate added. Georgia’s heart sank after his specification. She turned back to look at him, but his eyes were still fixed on his iPad.
“Excuse me?”
“You're still upset about the video. I can tell,” Nate closed his iPad and turned to her. He couldn't see her face properly because the car was dark. The stars illuminating on the roof weren't steady.
“Why shouldn't I?” Georgia fumed. Nate scoffed and pulled out a wine from the side of the car and poured himself a glass. “You ruined my life,”
“And now you're my wife. Isn't that enough?” He asked before sending the glass to the tip of his lips. “Wife,” he muttered with a chuckle, shaking his head as he sipped from his glass.
Georgia tried to speak for herself, but she was out of words. Her heart ached so bad that she felt like she was going to stop breathing. Sitting beside Nate was enough torture. Not to mention listening to him speak. She wondered how she ever had a crush on someone like him.
“Why me?” Those were the words that escaped her mouth. “Why me of all women. You've got yourself tons of girlfriends. Or aren't you the playboy you used to be?” She mocked.
A smile curved one side of Nate's lips. He dropped his glass as the car came to a halt.
“Heal…Georgia. You got played like every other girl. You're not that special,” she blurted. He got out of the car immediately, leaving Georgia dumbfounded. To her surprise, he was the one who opened her door.
He stood there, offering a hand.
Georgia was blinded by the flashlights coming from the press team who were gathered around the building.
“Let's play nice for the next one hour. Shall we?” Nate muttered as he forcefully took her hand but with a smile on his face. She withheld the urge to struggle because she knew the power of the press. One wrong move, and there was going to be a thousand publications the following morning.
As they ealked down the red carpet, she could hear their questions.
“Mr. Peterson, is it true you're married to someone?”
“How true is it that you only got married to stand your claim over your late father's empire?”
“How long will your marriage last Mr. Peterson?”
The questions kept coming as they headed down to the Mansion, heavily guarded. Georgia had her face blocked with her purse while getting pulled by Nate. Successfully, they arrived at the building and went in.
Nate took off his suit and delved right into the introduction with the guest at the hall. Georgia was left alone looking homeless and confused. Her eyes wandered the interiors of the hall. Luxury. That was all it screamed.
She thought she had seen wealth with Jordan…but this…this was a discovery.
“Follow me,” Nate grabbed her hand leading her out of the hall. They burst into a more serene room that has a long table and a few guests sitting around. Nate was welcomed like someone who had gone MIA for years.
It was when they were done with him, that they moved to Georgia.
“She's pretty,” one of the ladies said, making Georgia blush. She rubbed her face, trying to hide her freckles. But another woman took her hand off.
“You don't need to. I am Samantha” she introduced. “What's your name?”
“Georgia?” A voice called from the background. Georgia’s eyes trailed in the direction of the voice, and she found herself praying for the ground to open up and swallow her. Jordan was sitting at the other end of the table. He got up from his chair and made his way to her.
“What are you doing…here all alone? How did you find get in?” He asked, surprised.
At that moment, all that filled Georgia's head was to take out her pen knife and cut Jordan's throat. Her tongue was too heavy to give him a reply. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she saw the celebrity whom he got married to instead, walking up to Jordan.
“She's not alone, cousin. She's my wife,” Nate chirped in as he took Georgia's hand. Georgia’s heart skipped a beat.
Cousin?
She saw the shock and disapproval on Jordan's face. But all that was interrupted by the lady who beckoned everyone to return to the table. The food was served and everyone was still in the spirit of discussion.
Georgia requested a glass of wine, which was served instantly. She had just taken in a gulp when the door opened and a lady sprang up from
her chair.
“Peter!” The lady called with excitement.
The drink in Georgia’s mouth forced its way out upon hearing his name.
Ohh…damn!
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