One

I sat in the luxurious room my husband called his study, sunlight filtered through the stained window panes; around me, almost every piece of design here was gold, the mosaic on the wall was gold, the shelves had golden handles and golden design, the chair I sat in, and other furnitures and accessories in here. I sighed my husband is a wealthy, multi-billionaire CEO, who had companies all over the world, (including Africa), but here I sat, resentful, even with all the splendor around me.

I had been married to my husband for a month now, we slept in the same room, on the same bed, but kept reasonable distance, not that he is bad-looking or anything, in fact he is a sight to behold, I had never seen a man as handsome as he is, is just that I had been married to him, by my parents, who would never want to miss an opportunity to get their daughter married to a wealthy CEO

“Good morning” came a deep voice, I whirled towards towards to the sound of the voice, there he was. Standing at the wall was none other than my husband, Arthur Stone, at twenty-five, Arthur Stone was the epitome of a well-endowed man, his dark hair fell to his temples and he raked a hand through it, his blue eyes were like a calm sea, he had good lips.

I nodded choosing not to reply, Arthur didn’t utter any more word, he opened the glass that led to the balcony and stared at the bustling city of Los Angeles. I watched as the wind tossed his long dark hair, he leaned against the railing staring ahead.

This was how our marriage had been, we acted like strangers forced to stay together, and in some way that was true. Arthur shoved his hand into his pocket and fished out his phone and made a call, I watched him give series of nods, then he cut the call, and turned, he brushed past me and slammed the door closed. I frowned, he was acting weirdly lately, he rarely came home and when he came it would be very late, I closed the novel I was reading and went to my room, we had our rooms, why we were sleeping in the same room? I really don’t know, maybe it was because of our parents threat to give them grand children after three months, I was already prepared to lie that I was barren, but a test had been conducted on me and Arthur and we were confirmed okay to have children.

I changed my clothes and brushed my hair when a knock on my door made me jump,

“Come in” I yelled and Arthur’s butler Pedro, came in, he lowered his head.

“Someone is here to see you Ma’am” he said and walked out. I sighed, I really didn’t want to see anyone. I walked to the enormous hall to see my mother waiting, her eyes lit up when she saw me.

“Morgan, look how you have changed, you look more like a woman, I guess Arthur is taking care of you” she said and I rolled my eyes, yes I was provided with luxury clothes and almost anything I want at my disposal, but I hated it.

“Mom!” I complained, “What are you doing here”

“Where is the baby?” She asked, ignoring my question and i scowled.

“Not yet?, what did I tell you?, don’t tell me you’ve not done it before, Morgan, I know you” my mom said.

“It’s none of your business, mom” I retorted, “And we are not ready yet”

My mom glared at me, studying me, trying to see any falsetto in what I just said.

“Fine, I will have a word with Mrs. Stone, where is your husband?” My mom asked.

“Out” I replied curtly, and my mom stared at me before walking out.

I clenched my fists, stormed to the bedroom and crashed onto the bed, my hand touched something and I picked it; it was a note:

Just bought a new Tesler, if you feel like cruising, you can use it, it’s yours anyway

I glanced at the note again, surprised. Arthur had bought me a new Tesler? The dude was way too nice, I got up from the bed and skipped happily, I loved flashy cars, and he, buying a car for me, made my view of him change, I tapped in the code on a panel and the garage opened, sitting among the fleet of cars was a brand new red Tesler, I grinned and grabbed the car keys from a compartment on the wall beside where the car was parked.

I opened the door and slipped in, I started the engine and the car roared to life, grinning I spun the wheel and sped off.

* * *

When I came back, it was already dark, I entered the bedroom to find Arthur on his side sleeping, I frowned, Arthur was never usually this early, I sat opposite him and took of my shoes.

After a steamy shower, I came out of the bathroom to find Alex dressing up, he took of his shirt and I stared in awe. Alex had never took of his shirt in front of me, his chest was well defined and chiseled, his stomach was flat and had their complete eight-pack, he caught me staring and quickly put on another shirt, he brushed back his long hair and headed for the door.

“Are you going out this late?” I asked and he stopped at the door, his hand on the door knob.

“Yes, I have something to attend to” came his deep voice.

“Business?” I pressed, he turned and raised a brow, his blue eyes darkened,

“When did you start asking questions?”

I stood up and glared at him, “I deserve to know”

“You deserve to know?” he barked out a laugh, “Really? Who do think you are?” He said coldly, his voice laced with ice. I almost blurted out “your wife” but held my tongue

Fine! Go to hell I mused as he slammed the door, I lay back on the bed and stared at the door. The usual warm bad felt drafty and cold, sighing I turned off the lights and fell asleep.

* * *

I woke feeling weary, I turned to the other side, the bed was still empty, sighing I stood up walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I did my hair into a ponytail and wore a back and gold designer dress, I stared at myself in the mirror and scowled, the figure staring back at me was looking too expensive for my liking, my blond hair shone from the hair cream I put on it, on my neck was a golden, diamond studded necklace which would have probably cost millions, the dress I wore was the latest trend and from a famous brand too.

I put on hiking boots and walked to the garage, my Tesler sat at a corner, looking spotless, I had ordered Pedro not to wash the car, I wanted something to look normal not flashy here, for once, but the stupid butler had went ahead to wash it, I checked the compactment on the garage wall for the keys and brought it out and opened the car and started the engine, it roared to life and I drove off slamming my foot on the gas, I hated slow driving, I was all about fast and furious,

I parked in front of my best friend house, since I got married to Arthur, I haven’t visited my friend, she sure would be preparing some cheeseburgers now, grinning, I knocked on the door, no one answered, I raised my hand to knock again when the door swung inward and the grinning face of my friend came into view.

“Jeez Morgan, you didn’t tell me” she said and I smiled.

“It wasn’t necessary” I said and she stared at me like I was crazy.

“It wasn’t necessary?” She echoed, do you know who your husband is, he is one of the richest business man in the whole of America, come on girl let’s go in, and we’ll gist more” she said and I smiled when we walked into her modest abode.

Her house made me remember my own home, I hated ever splendor and the shine of gold that greeted me when I returned to our house.

“So” Brielle said, “Did you guys have sex” she asked and I glared at her in shock.

“Jeez, Brielle, I don’t like him, he is so arrogant and cocky” I said and Brielle raised a brow.

“He just bought a Tesler for you” Brielle noticed and I shrugged.

“Out of obligation, maybe?” I said

“Maybe!” Brielle repeated, “Why don’t you ask for a divorce if you so hate your marriage”

I glared at her, “It’s too early Brielle, give me a year, I can assure you that I will work my way out the marriage” I said.

But I was so wrong .