A CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE

Six: An intense tea party

"Put me down right this instant," I said struggling in his arms as I saw we were now in his room.

Dropping me carefully he said. " Hey, you don't have to shout okay? I'm not gonna do anything nasty to you, I'm not like that. I just wanted to portray a make believe situation between us, as I saw Hilda peeping through."Brushing my dress off to make them straighten as they got a little folded while in his arms, I said, standing akimbo. " So now what? Can I just go back to my room since the show is over?"Thinking he would agree immediately and walk me out, I was surprised when he said, "No you can't. You are spending the night here, at least just for today."

"You must be joking."

"Do I look like I'm smiling?"

Although he didn't had an angry face except for the cold, restrained usual one he had when we first met, but it was true, he wasn't smiling, so he definitely wasn't joking.

"But this isn't part of the contract," I said, clenching my teeth.

"You don't have to remind me, I know that. But remember we have to make it as much believable to others as we claim, and this is part of the process."

If I knew him better I would have been able to tell if he was truly doing this for the sake of the contract as he claim, or maybe for some other pervert reason. But unfortunately I couldn't tell which it was.

"Well I can't sleep with this on, I need to go change in my room," I said as an excuse to leave and not return, as I wasn't ready to lay with him in the same room not to even mention the same bed. He was still a stranger.

"You stay put. I will send Hilda to get you some night wear," he said, commanding, as if he knew what I planned on doing in my mind.

Giving to defeat, I said nothing more, as I just roamed about in his very large gorgeous room which was two times the size of mine, but the structure and furniture with mine almost were the same except for the pillars in mine which his bed didn't have.

Few minutes later, after Hilda had brought a nice looking night wear which was scarlet and had beautiful black embroideries on the hand and V- neck shape it had, I slipped into it in the bathroom after washing myself. Forgetting he had entered the bathroom room before me, I was shocked when I saw him still naked as I came out from the bathroom. Well he had his pants on but he was shirtless. And because he was always in a corporate wear each time I saw him, I never noticed the hot masculine figure he had underneath. His chest were broad, and his arms were built just the way I liked my men, not too much built up arms, but moderate and sexy. His abs that were just three lines in each side complimented the hotness. For reason I couldn't tell, I had my eyes lingering on them.

"And what are you staring at?" He asked jerking me back from my lustful look.

"Nothing," I said swallowing quickly as I headed for the small sofa by the window, which I intended to make as my bed for the night.

"Take the bed, I would be the one sleeping there," he said, slipping in sexily into a white t-shirt.

"It's fine," I said not wanting to take his space." I can manage, you lay on your bed. It's yours after all."

But ignoring me totally he advanced to me and raised me to his arms immediately, and a part of my night dress slip open and revealed my olive thigh. "Hey you need to stop doing that I said," covering myself up like a little embarrassed girl, that was ashamed to have her skin seen outside by the opposite s*x as he laid me down on the bed.

"Then try not to be difficult almost all the time," he replied, going on to the sofa to lie down.

"Good night," I said, but he didn't reply, instead he turned his back to me.

Feeling hurt, I made a disgusting face at him."You should be glad I even managed to say that to you," I whispered, thinking he wouldn't hear. "I heard that you know, and you don't make a good disgusting face at all if that's what you got." I gasped in surprise, putting my hand over my mouth. "How did you know I did that?" I asked, really surprised. But instead of answering that, he said, "Good night."

And for some reason, I found myself smiling and happy that he reciprocated that back to me, and into the warm soft bed and cool night with him lying where he was, I feel into a deep blissful sleep.

Later when I opened my eyes it was already day break, and Lawrence was not in the room anymore. He had obviously have left for work, and without waking me up. But why did I expect him to wake me up? I asked myself, but before I could reply myself, Hilda came in. "Oh finally you are awake ma'am. I was about coming to wake you again."

"What do you mean again? You mean I didn't wake up the first time you came?" I asked, because I knew no matter how deep in sleep I could be in, at just one (hard) tap by the leg would get me up.

"No I didn't actually," she replied smiling. "I was coming to, but your husband told me to let you sleep a little more,"Really he did? But why? I asked myself again. But Hilda brought me back from my pondering, as she said."Ma'am if you wouldn't mind I would say you start getting ready. Mrs Susan is already on her way from what she told me on the telephone, as you didn't pick up your phone when she called."

" Oh no," I almost screamed." The tea party, I forgot totally about it. I'm I already that late?" I asked searching for my 'new phone,' for I didn't even know where I'd dropped it the previous night.

"No not yet, but you might if we don't get you dressed up. What are you looking for?" she asked, as I moved up from the bed now searching for the phone." No worries," I said as I found it laying near the door where she stood. "There it is," I said as I picked it up, it was still in the box inside the small bag just like it was the previous night. I must have dropped it without knowing while I was struggling off from Lawrence arms, and I smiled a little at the remembrance of the previous night. But hey, this man is not my real husband and nothing special happened between us, so why was I smiling really?

"I see you both enjoyed yourself," Hilda said. "Your little smile there says it all."

"Let's get me ready," I said promptly, shying away from whatever she thought happened between us, even though nothing did. Or did it? I wondered again trying to play back everything.

An hour later, I was fully dressed and glammed in a very beautiful pastel pink gown, with my hair tied up in one French tail which fell over my left shoulder, and a cute matching net cap, with some gloves and matching shoes to go with it. If I'm to describe myself,I would confidently say I looked extremely elegant and gorgeous.

As I came out to the front door outside, a white limousine was packed waiting obviously for me, and a man who I suspected to be the driver opened the car door for me. "Thank you," I said entering."Good afternoon ma'am," I greeted the lovely woman beside me who was Lawrence's mom. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late and for especially not picking your call," I apologised seeing she wasn't really putting on the cheerful face she had at the ballroom. "It's totally fine," she smiled brightly. " I know my son can get wild in the other room," she said, giving a wink that I never knew she could pull off.Smiling a smile which I hoped reached my eyes well enough, for I was beginning to get nervous by the second as I continue to pretend like something actually was between Lawrence and I. The facade was getting hard than I originally thought.I wasn't proud of doing this at all.

The tea party was like how I had pictured it in my mind and even more. As we finally arrived, every women dressed elegantly was in place, talking and getting all chatty with each other. All the women there were of great class, and somehow this made me to remember that I didn't really belong here. "You look extremely gorgeous by the way," Lawrence's mom complimented. "Thanks, I said smiling genuinely this time."Just act natural and elegantly," she said, almost whispering." Or better still, follow my lead." After exchanging pleasantries with most of the other middle aged women like her, who also had a daughter or sister that they cheerfully introduced with pride, we all got seated in one large rectangular table. I thought this was where we would get quite and sip on our tea which was in delicate fine ceramic teacups, but instead the main chat began.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's drink up shall we?" a nicely soft spoken woman said. " oh no, we can't yet," Mrs Romero, an obese woman, who I found out was Lucas mum spoke."We can't just yet, as someone is still left coming," she said pointing to an empty seat, that was just three seats away from were Lawrence's mom and I sat.And just like that the large huge door of the hall where we sat for the tea party slungned open, and stepping in in such manner was non other than Valyrie.She was dress in a blood red A shape gown and a sharp edged matching beret, with a black Birkin bag that matched her boots that were clearly not feet to appear on in this type of occasion, but I guessed she didn't care and intentionally wore it to stand out. Her dark makeup, with her lips painted in burgundy colour gave her a dangerous feminine look that matched her aura. And unlike everybody else she didn't greet a soul, not even her mother, she just took a hold of her seat and sat with everyone staring, baffled by her whole aura and attitude.

Few minutes in, with everyone now having their teacup close to there lips, questions in the form of getting to know and chat more with each other started flying."So how exactly did you meet Lawrence my dear?"Mrs Romero asked me."He frequented were I worked and from there we got all chatty with each other and then fell in love and married." I said without flinching, I was prepared for this."Awwn, how cute," a pretty lady that was about my age said."If that's what you describe as cute, then I suggest you go look at the word in the dictionary again."Valyrie who had been silent, sipping her tea, un-engaging to the conversation since, attacked the young lady.The lady, feeling insulted decided not to reply out of scare she had for valyrie, which everyone had, except me."Really?" I said to her."Then I would like to hear how you describe your own definition of cute." "A half baked wannabe like you wouldn't understand, and that would be if I was into silly things like love,"she replied not even looking at me."Then what I shame," I said, "You probably will end up dying not experiencing the most delicate feeling in life."Pained by this, she stood up, advancing to me like a storm.