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2024-10-29 19:42:56MY CONTRACT WIFE (It's just for one year... right?)
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Michael knelt with one knee on the Persian purple rug on the floor. In his right hand was a gold ring he held in an offering kind of position. He flashed his best "Mr sexy" smile. A smile that had always come through previously in his various escapades with women. He was dressed to "kill". He wore a purple silky suit customized just for him. His long black hair was weaved stylishly and beautifully all back. He was dripping with jewelries. A purple diamond earring on his left ear, a glittering golden ring on the index finger of both hands, a hundred carat golden chain round his neck with a red diamond as pendant. One could easily mistake him for a refined Italian version of Nipsey Hussle. His Italian shoes shone brightly on the expensive rug. His eyes fixed on her. He began speaking. "My love. From the first day I set my eyes on you. I knew it. I knew something left me. You stole my heart. You fixed a puzzle in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Do me this favour and let me be your man for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me???"
The lady who sat gracefully in front of him was his mom with an indifferent expression on her face. She was obviously bored with his false expressions of love. "Not bad. But was that how you convinced her to marry you? Damn... if I was her, I'd not have accepted," she said, then laughed mockingly, later smiled mischievously at him. Michael chuckled satisfactorily. He stood up and returned to his chair. "But mom... It wasn't that bad. She accepted right? that's all that matters. And remember I'm not even ready for marriage yet. But you've been on my neck for grand kids." His mom a very beautiful and petite woman in her early fifties sat delicately. She looked so young. Most people mistook her for his elder sister. All thanks to the fortune she had spent to maintain her youthful beauty: Personal cosmetologists, personal masseuse, a world class gym installed in her mansion that she uses to stay in perfect shape not forgetting pedicure and manicure sessions. She even had a personal dermatologist and plastic surgeon when necessary.
"you're my only child. I need grand children from you. Stop playing around and settle down. You're not getting any younger." She opened a bottle of red wine and poured them each a glass. She took a sip and turned on the stereo in the living room. Her favorite Italian songs breezed happily into the room. "Of course mom, I've done as you requested. The wedding is this Sunday". She looked shocked as she quickly turned off the music. "Isn't that so fast? You guys barely met. You've just known each other for a month. And I can tell you don't love her. Most likely she doesn't love you too. She's just after your wealth." Michael lit his expensive cigar customized just for him. It had cost him almost a fortune to get it up to his perfect taste. He never shared his cigars with anyone. He inhaled, exhaled and sighed satisfactorily. Rich aromas denting the room.
He studied his mom for a while, his handsome head wreathed in fragrant cherry tinted smoke, wondering what exactly was going through her mind. She wanted him to get married. Amanda was his suitable choice. She was basically his spec in a woman. A superstar model, one of the hottest and most sought after in the whole city of Detroit Michigan. They met just a month back and had had few dates and of course, sex. She was so sexy. She knew exactly how to handle a man sexually. He even jokingly suspected she did porn considering how good she was. He asked her to marry him and she agreed. "That doesn't matter mom, all that matters is, she accepted."
The door opened to reveal Gallina. His mom's personal servant, housekeeper and chef. His mom Selena Quintanilla was Italian and Gallina was her relative who had been with her for as long as he could remember. She informed his mom in Italian, lunch was ready. A language he'd involuntarily learnt from his mom from an early age. "Michael.. join me for lunch" mom offered. "Thanks mom. But I really can't. I have to head back to the office. Maybe next time". He said checking his platinum watch. He kissed her cheeks and exited. Outside, the afternoon sun was at it's peak. His body guards were already stationed outside and rushed towards him in a haste. One held an umbrella over him and led him to his purple Lamborghini Aventador. He had always loved purple so much. His personal chaffeur was already at the wheels. His body guards in their exquisite suits and matching ties quickly disappeared into other cars behind him and the entourage exited the exquisite compound gracefully.
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Savannah sat before her laptop. Next to the laptop was a cup of coffee. She had barely slept for days. All thanks to the job she had to do. She was in her room illuminated brightly by the morning sun beaming through her window panes. She was still in her nighties. She was just 21 but looking sideways at a silver mirror hanging conspicuously on the wall sideways her, she looked older. This job had really taken a toll on her not like she cared. Afterall it was her dream job. And considering the pay, she was ready to work her body out and even add extra hours to ensure everything went perfectly. She was an event planner. And got the contract for the wedding of the ages. A wedding between world famous Mr Michael Verrati- The youngest billionaire in America and Amanda Fortune one of the biggest super models in the country. It still felt like a dream. She swore with her life to do everything humanly possible to ensure the wedding was more than a huge success. Everything was going perfectly she just had to do finishing touches to everything.
Although it was Friday a working day, she was at home. She was excused to focus on the job from home. Just the peace and quiet she needed to finish up all plans, routines and event sequences for the wedding next day. Her phone rung suddenly startling her. "Shit!" she caused silently as she clumsily poured her coffee on the floor. She turned searchingly looking for the phone and saw it in a tangled mess in the bed sheets. She didn't care to check who was calling but answered anyways. "Hello..." "Hey babe". A voice replied. Damn... It was Sam her boyfriend. "Hi Sam." Would I have answered if I'd known it was him? The thought flitted through her mind, but he spoke again before She'd have the chance to think about that. "Listen I know you're very busy. And you kinda like a pre-warning, but are you free to come over tonight?" she should be free by then but she hadn't rested in days, she needed that night to catch enough rest for tomorrow. The deal day.
"I'm not sure I can make it tonight Sam," sighed tiredly walking towards a cabinet to pull out a bottle of analgesics. "I can't make it tonight". "Ohh too bad" he sighed disappointedly. "How about tomorrow night then? you should be done with the job by then." She pulled out two pills and swallowed without water. "Yeah tomorrow is perfect. After the wedding, I'd go straight home and prepare." She felt him smile. "Alright tomorrow it is" he drawled. "Goodnight babe" he said. "Goodnight" she returned. "I love...." she cut the call before he could finish, thinking he was done.
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Damnit! she swore tiredly, using the back of her palm to rub her sleepy eyes. It was one of those rare moments he said he loves her but she'd screwed it up this time. She wiped off the coffee spill and sat back before her laptop. Sam was not just her boyfriend. He was her boss. He owned SAM EVENT PLANNERS. The company she worked for. She was grateful to him for giving her the job. And also assigning her to take charge of the contract. When he asked her few months ago to be his girlfriend. She accepted. Thinking about it now, she realized she had accepted based on gratitude not really that she loved him. Done, she shut the laptop, undressed and entered the bathroom. She took her time, washing herself back to normalcy. She stood before the mirror above the bathroom sink, admiring herself. She was 6 ft tall, with a long flowing, jet black hair that stopped close to her enormous well shaped buttocks. Her boobs stood firm in front of her with her pink nipple
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Everyone joined him in the toast, glasses clattering, renting the air. Zach was the owner of ZACH TECH. The largest tech company in the state. His gadgets were in high demand. He was Michael's best friend. A wiry short guy in his early thirties. Michael chuckled and nodded in appreciation. When everyone had had enough with the casinos, they returned to the energetic strippers, raining the dollars from the casino table on their asses as they twerked and wined rhythmically. This was a congregation of the who-is-who in the city. Companies and conglomerates owners, politicians, award winning blockbuster actors, multi award winning musicians, distinguished personalities and millionaires. Everyone reeked of successes. Everyone had met success early. This was his clique. This was those he kept for company. Like minds like him. Success stories like him. They had set principles that guided them to where they were presently. But that night, all those principles were susp
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As expected, she looked nervous. Standing clumsily, trying to straighten a dress that obviously didn't need straightening. She tried as much as possible to avoid his gaze, instead, eyeing her reflection on the mirror-like window. But he cared less about all that. He was Michael Verrati afterall. Who wouldn't be nervous around him? But he was loosing patience with her muteness. He hoped she didn't just come to stare at him. As if Zach noticed his growing impatience, he coughed to draw her attention. "Yo! you ain't dumb right? why the fuck are you here?" His rudeness was just the perfect tongue loosener because she caught herself and spoke. "Mr Verrati. The wedding is about the begin. But your bride hasn't arrived. All plans to reach her too, has proved abortive." It took him a while to understand. Then he stood up abruptly. "What d'you mean? She hasn't arrived?" She nodded fearfully. He checked his watch. It was almost time to process in. "Odogwu!" he called loudly. The gi
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A third sense told him to beg or plead persuasively. But he hadn't used the "please" word in decades. "C'mon. Let's just get married. It's just for a year. I really need to be married. I'm ready to accept any terms or demands you give. Whatever it is. After a year, I'd settle you with any amount you need and you'd go back to your life." First of all, she was shocked at the offer. It was totally unexpected. Secondly she was pissed. He was asking her with such arrogance as if he knew she can never say no. Common sense told her to tell him to fuck off and leave him to deal with his mishap. But here she was, rooted to the spot. Her tongue heavy to speak. She was shocked that she was actually considering the offer. she just couldn't help it. Of course, any lady on earth would jump at the offer with her both hands and both legs too. He is, afterall, everything a woman would ever want in a man. But she had always prided herself that she wasn't jus
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"No! No!! That's not true!!! He screamed, rushing to the table to retrieve his phone. He dialed a number, pacing around the TV set as the number rang for a while. "Pick up! Pick up Goddamit!!" He shouted at the phone. "Good morning boss." Zino's happy voice sounded. "What's good about the morning Zino? Huh??" He wished he could punch someone. "Boss," Zino sounded confused, "I don't understand what you're talking about. What's wrong?" Sam held tighter to the phone, imagining it was Zino's neck he was squeezing. "Zino are you kidding me right now?!" He shouted angrily. "I gave you a simple job to do. A very simple job. Kidnap Amanda Fortune. So that the wedding wouldn't take place. And you couldn't deliver? I'm disappointed in you Zino. I can't believe you'd fail me like this!!" He shouted. He felt his eyes turning sore and red. Zino went quiet in obvious shock. Hasty footsteps was heard as he rushed and kicked open a door noisily. He was breathing heavily. "Boss.
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Sam woke up and squinted his eyes. The room was unrecognizable. It actually felt too bright for his eyes. He tried to use his right hand to wipe his eyes, but his hand felt different. He looked to see a line of drip connected to it. That was when he noticed he is on a hospital bed. He was even in patient clothes. How he got there, he couldn't remember. He sat up, glancing around to study the room, trying to remember what happened last. Then he remembered. The whole events chronologically flashed back. At that moment, he wished it was all a dream, but it was to real, he was seeing the scenes play before his eyes again. "Savannah!!!" He screamed. The door opened. Jenny stepped in. "Boss. How're you feeling?" She asked, concern printed on her face. He frowned at her. He actually wished it was Savannah that walked in. "What am I doing here? How did I get here?" His head weighed a ton. He was beginning to feel dizzy. "Sir I found you lifeless on the floor at your office
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Her husband. He was shirtless and well tattooed around his left hand and shoulders. Looking like something out a fantasy. Of course she knew he was handsome, but she never knew he was this hot. He had a broad shoulder. With few freckles of black hair strewn deliciously on his well toned chest. He was tan with well-defined muscles, a belly that looked hard and ridged like a farmland. His waist was slim, with a line of silky-looking hair curled around his bellybutton like a question mark and disappeared into the low riding waist of the blue shorts he wore, as if beckoning on her curious eyes to wonder about the territory that lay beyond. She tried to hold herself, but she couldn't help drool. His hands left her waist and she jerked off her revelries. He was smiling knowingly at her, his dimples appearing deeper. She took her gaze off him in a vain attempt to hide the blush that bloomed instantly on her cheeks. "Lunch is ready." He said and turned away, leading the
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There was a knock on the door. "Come in." Savannah said. She was still in her husband's room, now her room too. She had taken a long shower, and stood before a silver mirror, creaming her skin. Wearing nothing save a pink towel she was tying around her. She was glowing. She was happy. If someone asks her why, she wasn't sure she would be able to fully make them understand. But she knew the reason wasn't far fetched. It wasn't also disconnected from the letter she had seen earlier, immediately she had woken up, from Mike. It was still unbelievable. She still had doubts he wrote that. For one, he didn't pass as one to be romantic. The door opened and Tina walked in. Closing the door behind her, she stood silently, waiting for orders. A peek at her from the corner of her eyes, Savannah noticed she was almost visibly shivering in awe, gaping about in unbelief. It was obvious as day, that she had never been in Mike's room in her life. To think she had been working for him for more than 3 y
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Tina stood at a distance and pointed to the door. "That's Mr Verrrati's room ma'am." It was as if she was scared to come any closer, should in case things go sour, she would explain to Mr Verrati that all she did was point her to his room, that she didn't actually take her to the room herself. It was amusing to Savannah, watching her countenance and interpreting her actions. She still wondered why most of his staffs were so terrified of him. She understood that it had to do with the fact that, he was their employer and all, plus the huge gulf in class, wealth and status. But he never had that effect on her since the day they met. She knew what she felt whenever he was around her. It was definitely not fear. Although the feeling was a bit inexplainable, she knew it was more of want, desire, passion and awe. Not saying another word, Tina turned and walked away. Savannah waited patiently for her to leave, then inserted the key in the keyhole. Unlocking the door, she pushed
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Bright lights filtered in from the curtains. Savannah squinted her eyes to adjust to the brightness. She blindly felt around the bed. It was warm. The scent was still there. It wafted into her senses, reminding her of the previous night. Remembering, she sat up. She remembered him lying behind her, holding her safe and warm through the night. She didn't even have to request. Pride couldn't allow her. But the way he acted rightly on impulse, surprised and intrigued her so much. She smiled sheepishly and stretched. She was alone. She wondered where he had gone to. Time check it was 7am. Adding to the fact that it was monday, she knew she was supposed to get ready for work as usual. Work? She asked herself. Although Sam hasn't sacked her yet, she knew it would be stupid going back there after everything. Even the mere thoughts of meeting Sam sent an awkward feeling down her spine. She decided to brush off the thought of Sam from her mind, not wanting anything to spo
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Getting to her room, he paused. Something told him to knock. But on a second thought, he pulled open the door. She was his wife afterall, he decided. The lights were still on, he noticed as he walked in. He paused at the entrance as he saw her. She was sitting up on the bed which was directly opposite where he stood, her back resting on the headrest, from her waist downwards, was covered in a pink flowery duvet. She was wearing a light blue silk strap hand singlet. Her hair was long and flowing, brushed and styled straight, lying on her chest, calling his attention there. He obliged the call, taking his eyes there immediately. Her boobs were looking fuller, standing and perkier, obviously because she was wearing no bra. Feeding his eyes enough, he took his gaze up to her face. She was looking at him as if she had been expecting him. As if she had been praying for him to come in and couldn't believe her prayers has been answered. Her eyes weren't looking sleepy in any way, telling him s
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Savannah stood before the mirror, drying her wet hair with a towel and preparing for bedtime. She was beaming joyfully as she recollected how unexpectedly and pleasantly surprising her day had gone. From arriving home from Italy, to arriving at this mansion, to meeting her unapproving mother-in-law, to the best part of it all; how she was able to get her mother-in-law to trust her, welcome her and warm up to her. It was late at night when mom finally left. It was really a happy moment with her around. She was a very good cook and treated them to different Italian cuisines. Dishes she claimed were Mike's favourites. After their private talk, she became so nice, cheerful, caring and loving. She took her time, explaining and teaching her some of the dishes she prepared. She actually struggled initially to adjust to the strange dishes and taste. But it was delicious all the same. Then while they sat at the dining, she told different funny stories of Mike as a child. For once
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