CHAPTER THREE

ISABELLA

My luggage was taken by a staff of Alexander’s. As I walked up the grand staircase to the entrance of the mansion.

“Good evening ma’am. You must be Mrs. Isabella,” One of the staff that stood by the entrance greeted me

“Yes, I am,”

“Alright ma’am, Mr Alexander is inside waiting for you. Allow me to take you to him,” He said as he walked me into the house.

“Thank you,”

The house was the most beautiful place I had ever been to. The walls were painted white, with golden furniture.

It was definitely the house of a rich person. I was greeted by the cool breeze of the air conditioner. My father got us an air conditioner about 20 years ago but it didn’t take long before it got spoilt and he decided not to fix it or buy a new one.

The house screamed luxury, from the exquisite paintings to the glass vases filled with different types of flowers.

We got to the living room and I met Alexander sitting on a long C-shaped chair facing his 22-inch flat screen tv.

“Sir, the lady is around,” The staff announced.

Alexander turned around to face us and then stood up to walk in our direction.

“Alright, I’ll take it from here,” he said.

The staff left, leaving Alexander and me alone in the large living room.

“Welcome Isabella,”

“Yeah thanks,” I said dismissively.

“I believe I’ve told you the rules of the contract we had and I don’t need to start stating them again,” he asked with an arched eyebrow

“Yeah, you’ve mentioned it,” I replied trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“Alright, follow me upstairs, and let me show you to your room,” he said, immediately walking up the stairs without waiting for me.

We got upstairs and I was marveled by the beauty of that floor. I couldn’t decide which was more beautiful between the ground floor and this floor.

As we walked along the hallway without saying a word to each other, we came to a pause when Alexander got to the front of a door which I was guessing was our room.

He opened the door and the room was as big as my home. I let out a gasp unconsciously and he looked at me with a smirk on his face.

“Is this where we would be sleeping?” I asked.

“We? What do you mean we?” he asked me which made me feel embarrassed.

I paused before talking.

“Uhm, yes we, aren’t we married?”

“I thought you were smarter than that. It’s just a contract marriage, nothing more than that, so why do you think you can share the same bed with me?” he replied, shaking his head like he was disappointed.

“Alright then, my bad. I wasn’t aware of how contract marriages work,” I said rolling my eyes with an I don’t care attitude.

“Well, now you’re aware. I have to get some rest for work tomorrow so feel free to explore the house whenever you can,” he said as he gave me one last look then opened the door and left, leaving me in the large room alone.

“Look at the life I’ve chosen for myself,” I said as I sat on the white bed which felt like I was sinking into the clouds.

I felt pressured and anytime I felt pressured and uneasy, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I searched my bag and brought out a medicine bottle containing my sleeping pills.

I took one and in no time the room began to spin and I began to hallucinate things. That was how the pill worked and soon enough, I fell asleep on the soft bed.

I was woken up by a gentle but persistent knock on my door.

“Yes, who is it?” I asked then let out a yawn while stretching to snap out the slumber in me.

“I’m Lisa, the maid in charge of you,” the voice outside the room announced

“The maid in charge of me? What’s this about?”

I stood up to go unlock the door and I was greeted by a pretty lady just about my age.

“Good morning ma’am, hope you slept well cause you slept almost the whole day,” Lisa said with a bright smile.

“Almost the whole day?” I said as I picked my phone up to check what time it was to see it was already almost 7 pm.

“I probably overdosed on those pills,”

“Would you like me to bring your dinner to you up here ma’am?” she asked with a widened eye.

“Oh sure, that would be great,”

“Alright ma’am, I would be back in a jiffy,” she said then left the room to get my food.

I wasn’t bothered about oversleeping since it was the weekend and I didn’t miss any work. Weekends were meant for resting and that was what I did.

Just a few minutes later, Lisa brought a large tray of food containing different foods like toast, tea, fruits, coleslaw with a glass of orange juice and so many other foods.

“Thank you, Lisa,” I said to her as she placed the tray on my bed carefully.

“My pleasure ma’am,” she said and took her leave.

I began to dig in and continue binge-watching my favorite series ‘How to get away with murder’.

I was done with season 3 when I realized it was already 12 am, so I decided to finally walk around the house and explore since it was late already and I wouldn’t have to bump into Alexander.

I wore my flip flops and left my room and began to wander the hallways.

At the end of the hallway, there was a door slightly opened and my curiosity got the better of me so I entered.

The room I had entered was filled with beautiful paintings and there was a man who was backing me and sat there creating another lovely piece.

I cleared my throat and saw that it was Alexander that was painting the beautiful work.

“What are you doing here?” he said with a widened eye displaying his shock.

“Uhm…” I stuttered.

“Answer me!” He shouted.

“There’s no need to cause a scene, Alexander. I saw the door slightly ajar so I entered,”

“So why didn’t you knock before entering?” he asked, arching his brow.

“I honestly didn’t know you’ll be here, to be honest. But why are you so defensive? This is a lovely place,” I asked him as I scanned the room with my eyes admiring his work.

“I never said it wasn’t lovely, I just don’t want anyone invading my safe space,” he said defensively.

“This is your safe space?”

“I shouldn’t have told you but yes it is,” he said as he sat back on his stool and continued painting.

“It’s a lovely place. I know we don’t know each other like that but I’m here for you,”

“Hmm really? Have a glass of wine with me let’s chat,” he said, stretching his hands at another stool.

From his behavior, I could tell he was tipsy, but I decided to let it slide and have some bonding time with the arrogant CEO of Steele enterprise.

As he poured wine into my glass and I drank from it, our exchange flowed effortlessly, words weaving an intricate pattern of shared stories and laughter. The air hummed with unspoken tension as our fingers brushed while reaching for the wine bottle.

All of a sudden we stopped and let our eyes do the talking. We looked at each other like wild animals staring at their prey and before I could process any thought he pulled me closer and began to kiss me passionately.

He raised me and dropped me on one of his tables which made me use my hand to clear out all the paint from it. The room was a mess as we started pushing each other from corner to corner undressing ourselves.

He ripped off my clothes and stared at my nudity with so much joy in his eyes. He sucked on my breasts like no man had ever done and pushed me to face the wall and inserted his large cock in me.

It was difficult at first but I was able to take it in. He started thrusting slowly then moved on to a very fast pace which made me moan out loud. He covered my mouth with his palm just so I could shut up and not draw attention to us.nn

He pulled out when he was finished and handed me a T-shirt of his since he had ripped my pajamas apart.

“Here you go. Goodnight Isabella,” he said then walked out of the room leaving only me alone holding the shirt.

I put on the shirt and walked back to my room and fell on the bed asking myself. “What the fuck just happened?”