chapter 6

Chapter 6

“This house belongs to one person?” Janette asked Michael in wonder. Her eyes wander around the glamorous building, she’d never seen such a beautiful building before in her entire life. It looks like the building you only see in movies, everything around scream rich and expensive.

“Yes ma’am everything belong to the boss.” She subtly observed the building, Janette ran to the entrance only slowing down to look at the Rock wall with complex design which seem as though it grew up right from the hallowed ground. Michael and one of the house guards watched in amazement as she moved back again staring at the windows covered with glasses, there were as shy eyes large enough to welcome any ray of sun. “Ma’am the boss is waiting for you inside.”

“O-okay can you take me to him?” Michael nodded and led her into the mansion which seemed like heaven on Earth. She wondered, if we have people with these kind of riches and living in houses like these; why then do we still have poor people? Janette couldn’t keep her eyes away from the beauty of the house, she momentarily forgot about Michael as she walked around the gigantic sitting room, only stopping to rub her forehead as she collided with the pillar at the center of the room.

“Ya are not only naive, but also clumsy and stupid.” Jackson’s voiced buzzed in her ears and she turned to glare at him, still massaging her forehead.

“I’m not stupid. Why did you decide to disgrace me at school today?”

“I was expecting a thank you for the car and the nice food, but is fine. I asked Michael to bring you because I want ya to sign the papers; we are running out of time Jan.”

“Out of time for what?” She asked, squeezing her face.

“Your sister is still at the hospital waiting for surgery. And I’ve given your parents a huge amount of money to start up a business which I knew they can’t pay back for the rest of their lives. You see, I paid a lot of money to have ya and I’m still ready to add more once ya sign the papers.” He made a signal to one of his guards by the door and he approached them with a brown envelope clutched in his calloused hands. Jackson reached for the envelope and ordered Janette to seat on the couch. She wanted to protest, but seems her legs have a mind of their own. She went and sat down, looking up at him.

“Here, sign them now. I don’t have time to waste.”

“How did you get the envelope? Wait, did you enter my room?” She asked, referring to the room in her house.

“I have extra copies, stupid.” She finally collected the envelope, dropping it on her thigh.

“Can I ask a question?”

“What is it?”

“This is a marriage contract and certificate, right?” Jackson, full of curiosity to know why she ask, nodded his head. “Don’t we need a lawyer and a witness before signing them?” He looked at her for a moment and said; “my lawyer has gone through the papers.”

“I want my lawyer to go through it first before I sign anything.”

“Do you even have a lawyer?” Janette stared at the envelope thoughtfully and then shook her head.

“That’s why I said you are stupid.” Contemplating whether to sign it or not, Janette looked at Jackson one more time and then slowly opened the envelope. She scanned through the first time before signing until she got to the last page,

“You can’t divorce your wife or husband until after five years.” She read out load and began. “This can’t be possible. Five years is too much,”

“Are planning to divorce me anytime soon?” He subtly observed her face,

“No, of course not but I still insist five years is much.”

“Then five years shouldn’t be a problem, sign it. I have an important meeting to attend stop wasting more time.”

Michael parked at the Johnson’s parking lot and looked at Janette through the front mirror, she still has that grim and angry look on her face. Perhaps her plans to divorce Jackson after two years wasn’t a good idea, perhaps she wouldn’t have signed the contract.

“Ma’am we’re here.” Michael said; Janette looked at slightly nodded and thanked him before reaching for the door, “you can go back to your boss Michael.” she climbed down and strode into the house.

“Jan, ya are here.” Sandra muttered making her way to the kitchen.

“Hi mum, aren’t you s’pose to be at hospital?” She dropped her bag on the couch and followed her mother to the kitchen.

“Yes, your husband, Jackson, paid for your sister’s surgery; the doctor is preparing her for the surgery already.” Janette leaned her back on the kitchen counter and sighed. “You signed the papers, I s’pose.” Sandra asked. She moved closer to Janette, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Jan, thank you for doing this for our family, for your sister.” Janette mutely nodded her head and stared at her mother for few seconds, “mum, I don’t love him.” She told her truthfully, with glistering eyes.

“My dear the heart speaks in whisper, with time you’ll learn to love him. Jackson is a good man.” She again contemplated what she wanted to say about Jackson and his family, did she dare reveal her concern? She glanced her way, but Sandra was focused on the hot pot on the cooking stove. Perhaps his family doesn’t matter now. The door bell rang and Janette volunteerd to get the door, she felt distracted as she wobbled her way to the door, there are only two reasons she’d agreed to marry Jackson, but the most important one was because of her dying sister. She fleet the door open and looked out.

“Mag. What are doing here?” She shuffled her way back leaving the door open for her friend.

“Let’s go out Jan,” Margaret followed her to the sitting room only stopping to glance towards the kitchen. “Your mum is at home?” Janette mutely nodded making her way to her room. “There’s this new club downtown, let’s go and have fun.”

“I’m not in the mood for clubbing, Mag. Just go without me.” marveled at her new discovery, she slowly muttered. Margaret grimaced and frowned, taking two steps at a time; when she got to the end of the stairs, Margaret stood in front of her friend with her hands on her hipbones.

“C’mon Jan, ya need to loosen up a bit. I want you to tag along. That’s the only way I can get Anna to come with me.” Janette rolled her eyes and walk passed Margaret, brushing her shoulders.

“So ya only need me to tag along because you want Anna to come with you.”

“Well not really, but she would be force to come with you that way I will get to spend time with you.”

Few minutes later Margaret managed to convince Janette to follow her to her new found club. They strode out of the house and Janette was surprised to see Michael sleeping inside the car. She pondered why he was still there, for how long would he continue to sleep inside the car because of her. They walked over to him and Janette gently rapped on the driver’s side window, Michael slowly steered, studied his environment for a moment and then his gaze fell on the two ladies outside, he quickly opened the door and climbed out stretching his sore legs.

“Why are you still here Michael?” She questioned authoritatively and looking at him inquisitively.

Michael preliminarily cleared his throat and said, “I’m your driver and bodyguard ma’am.”

“So what Michael? I told you to go back to your boss and return tomorrow morning.”

“I’m sorry ma’am I can’t. I’m s’posed to be watching you at all times.” Margaret was growing impatient beside Janette, she looked inside the car and then back at Michael.

“Where’s Anna?” She asked, that has been gnawing in her mind. Michael averted his gaze from Janette and glanced at Margaret beside her. “Anna has an assignment to carry out for the boss.” Margaret wasn’t happy with the news. She turned to look at Janette with pouting lips.

Janette quickly shook her head. “No, no mag, I’m not gonna do that. I’ll never call him.”

“Please, Jan, just call your billionaire husband and asked him to release Anna for you just for the night.”

Janette shook her head again in protestation. “Never, he’ll begin to ask questions. What will I tell him?”

“Tell him you are bored or something and ya need her to keep you company here at home.”

“No, no, that wouldn’t work with Jackson. Why do you even need her around?” Jan asked and pulled out her phone from her small handbag and dialed Sol’s number. Margaret's face immediately beamed with excitement but quickly sobered up when she heard her calling Sol’s name. Margaret waited in anticipation for her to finish the call before speaking, “please Jan.” she pleaded. Janette sighed and whispered something under her breath.

“Fine, but I will not be available for your heart break. When she reject you.”

Margaret didn’t bother to wait for Michael to off the car engine, this was where her mind is throughout the ride, so she reached for the door dragging Anna with her, Janette shook her head feeling disappointed for her friend’s behavior. Sol who was sitting beside Janette inside the car reached for her hand and placed a soft kiss on it; Michael watched him from the mirror and he hurriedly dropped Janette hand and climbed down from the car.

“What did you do to him?” Janette asked Michael as she picked her bag from the seat.

“Nothing ma’am.” Sighing, she followed Sol and went to stand beside him taking his hand. “Why did ya suddenly leave like that?” Sol tilted his head to the side glancing at her. “Nothing my love.” He replied briefly.

The five of them trudged into the clubhouse, there was nothing extraordinary about the club and Janette pondered why Margaret was so excited to come here. Her eyes wander around the colorful room, so many young people; Janette could identify most of them because they go the same college.

“Do you want something to drink?” Sol yelled to her. Janette raised her right eyebrow, looking at him inquisitively. She could hardly hear him because of the loud music. “I said, do you want something to drink?” He retorted. She smiled sweetly at him and nodded her head. They walked to the bartender and Sol make her to seat on one of the tall stool closed to him. He glanced at Michael by the door and quickly turned to the bartender. He ordered sex on the beach for the both of them. Janette was reluctant to collect the drink but Sol managed to convince her with the promise that he’ll not leave her side and that Michael will be here if she eventually get drunk.

Margaret sat on Anna’s laps against her wish of course, wrapping her arms around her shoulder with their head almost touching. “Have ya ever been to a club before?” She asked Anna, Anna shook her head pulling her face away from the energetic lady who’s still cradled on her lap. “Perhaps you are not telling me the truth, you look like a club girl. Look at your nice hair cut, beautiful leather jacket and your boot, everything about you scream bad girl.”

“Well, I’m too busy for clubbing. Can you please get down from my legs? Ya are heavy.” Margaret opened her mouth, pretending to be hurt, placing her hand on her chest.

“Don’t ya know is bad to tell a lady she’s heavy, ya are indirectly calling me fat.”

“I did not call you fat. You said it yourself.” Anna pushed Margaret from her legs, her ass hit the ground, making her winced in pain. “Fuck, you are so mean.” Anna walked towards the bartender. Margaret hurriedly stood up from the ground and followed her sedately behind. Anna was about to order a drink but Margaret was quick to interrupt her, “give us two glasses of vodka please,” she looked at the bartender seductively and then turned to look at Anna, “bill on me.” Anna sighed in frustration, perhaps if it wasn’t for Janette and her boss she would have been in her small apartment having a good sleep. “Do ya want to dance?” Margaret's voice echoed in her ears.

“I don’t have time for irrelevant things.” She reached out for the drink in Margaret’s hand and turned to look at the drunk college students dancing their brains out. “Can you dance with me please...” Margaret begged, pulling Anna with her free hand.

“Stop it, are ya always like this? Or you just like tormenting me?” Margaret grinned, taking the glass of alcohol to her lips. “I like you a lot, and I know you like me too; if you are shy, just close your eyes and say it,” she moved her head closer to Anna with her eyes closed and said; “I like you Anna,” she opened it again. “See, is not that hard.” Anna watched in amazement, too shocked to say anything. Perhaps the lady before her is phytologically unwell.

Margaret successfully finished three glasses of vodka before going back to their previous seat. She was already tipsy and putting half of her weight on Anna. “Have ya kissed a girl before?” She whispered in Anna’s ear and then belch. “Fuck it... get down from my legs, you irritating bitch.” Anna yelled and tried to push her away, but she held her neck tight.

“S-stop being m-mean...” belch; “and k-kiss me, I know you w-want me.” She said sluggishly, moving her lips closer to Anna’s face. Before Anna could object she’d already placed her lips on Anna’s dried lips. Shocked, Anna didn’t know how to react, so she paused with her hands on Margaret’s hips. Something like lust steered in her. Perhaps kissing her wouldn’t be a bad idea, but she prayed she doesn’t regret it in the nearest future. Anna slowly kissed her back, biting and nibbling on her lower lips. A loud moan escaped Margaret's lips as she kissed Anna hungrily. She smells of alcohol but Anna wasn’t bothered at that moment. She allowed herself to enjoy the moment. One minute into the kiss, Margaret pulled back and smiled down at Anna. “We should go upstairs.” Anna didn’t think before nodding her head, they two ladies’ feet hurried on the staircase and Margaret reached for the first available door. She hissed when she realized it was occupied. Anna dragged her to the next room, shutting the door behind them. She pushed Margaret by the door and pulled her by the hair, kissing and licking her neck.

“Shit... I never knew ya want me this bad.” Margaret muttered,

“Just shut the fuck up.” Margaret opened her mouth to speak but Anna was quick to shut her up by shoving her tongue in her mouth, Margaret took the opportunity to suck on her tongue wrapping her legs around Anna’s torso. Few minutes later Margaret was already breathing hard under the White bedsheet with Anna’s face between her sour legs.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Sol sat down uncomfortably beside Janette, sipping his alcohol as Michael's gaze linger on him. He pondered what he’d done to the huge guy. Perhaps his boss asked him to torment his life and never allow him to touch Janette.

“Sol are you okay? Why are you awfully quiet today?” Janette frowned at him placing her hand on his leg.

“N-nothing I told you I’m fine my love. But your bodyguard is creepy.” He told her sincerely and glanced towards Michael, their eyes met again but before Janette could turn to look at him he averted his gaze towards the drunk dancers. “C’mon Sol,” she yelled. “Michael isn’t creepy, he’s not that bad.”

“But he’d been staring at me the whole time.” He complained.

Janette looked towards the door again and sighed heavily. “See he isn’t looking at ya. What is wrong with you? Do you want us to leave?” He shook his head in protestation. “No, no, perhaps we should do something fun.” A frown past her face again and she asked. “What’s that?” Sol pulled out a wrapped white paper from his back pocket and Janette gave him a questioning look.

Sensing her curiosity to know the content inside the paper he said, “it’s COC.” Janette opened her eyes wide almost bulging out of their socket.

“Sol, what are you doing with cocaine, where did you get that from?”

“Chill babe, Dakota gave it to me. Wanna try it?”

“Hell no, there’s no way you or I will try that shit.” After about five minutes of begging, Janette decided to try it. Sol was the first person to sniff the white powder on the back of his hand, then gave it to Janette. She sniffed once and pulled her head away with glistering eyes. She watched Sol take the second round and pass it to her. The moment her head went down, Michael suddenly hit Sol’s hand, making him wince in pain and suddenly they heard gun shorts and screaming from every angle.