CHAPTER THREE

Wanda couldn't believe her eyes. What is Micheal doing here at the hotel and why are all these men with him? Or is he a government official? Different thoughts kept roaming her mind.

"I am sorry, Sir." Wanda apologized, sniffed her nose, and tried to move away from Micheal.

"Where are you going?" Micheal asked curiously, watching her as she tried to drag her heavy box. "To wherever the world takes me," Wanda answered with a weak tone, dragging her box on the floor.

Micheal quickly walked in front of her and blocked her way. "Wait, I know you have nowhere to go. So why don't you ..." Wanda quickly argued, "...why don't you just get out of my way." She spoke almost yelling at Micheal.

Micheal raised his hands in a surrender gesture. "Okay!" He said, gesturing his hands for her to make her move.

Wanda walked away but halted when she heard something that she never imagined. 

"Let me help you, Wanda. Spend the night here and I promise to help you find a good home and job." Micheal spoke with his hands pocketed in his black pants, his suit flipped backward.

Wanda paused for a few seconds before she turned to face Micheal. "Are ...are you serious?" She asked with a low voice that sounded weak and hopeless.

Micheal nodded his head and smiled at her. "So what do you say?" He inquired.

Wanda sighed and looked at Micheal with eyes that signaled mistrust but she had to take this chance if she wanted to survive for the night. Her stomach grumbled, cutting off any thoughts she was having.

"Looks like someone is hungry," Micheal said with a sarcastic tone. He signals to one of his securities to take the box from Wanda.

Micheal held Wanda's hand and walked her into the grand hotel. She followed him behind like a little child.

Anderson just drove past the Parkview Hotel, looking sideways if he would see Wanda. Unfortunately, he was a few seconds late from spotting her before entering the hotel.

"Wanda, where are you?" Anderson spoke with a frustrated voice. His face was pale and worried. His hand gripped the steering tightly. "Fuck!!" He screamed as he drove.

"I need you now, Wanda," Michael mumbled softly. His heart beat faster as his eyes were fixed on the sideways hoping to spot her.

Anderson knew that Wanda had no place to go. He was all that she had and depended on. Anderson married Wanda after her parents died in a Gastly car crash accident. He sympathized and felt pity towards her which made him marry her and also, be her best friend.

However, Anderson's parents never wanted him to marry Wanda. They had already planned his marriage with his cousin's sister but Anderson refused. And now, the only way he could prove his worth to his parents and earn the CEO status in his father's company was for Wanda to bear him a male child.

Anderson got to the traffic lights and halted. His phone rang loudly which startled him. He picked it up and saw it was Agnes calling. He hissed and dropped the phone. The phone kept ringing continuously until Anderson ran out of patience and switched it off.

Anderson drove through the New York street searching for Wanda but his search yielded no fruit. He gave up his search and returned home frustrated and angered.

Wanda was led to a VIP room in the hotel on the fifth floor by one of Micheal's security men. She sat on the cozy couch. The room was well furnished and was decorated with the finest furniture from the best furniture companies around the world.

Wanda kept thinking as she sat alone. Who is Micheal? Why is he helping her? Does he want something from her? She was lost in her thoughts but brought back to reality when the room service knocked at the door and came in. The attendant walked in with a tray in his hand. 

"Good evening Ma'am." He greeted Wanda with a smiling face. He dropped the tray on a table close to the couch Wanda was seated and walked out of the room.

Wanda watched as he walked out of the room. As soon as she confirmed he was truly out, she quickly opened the covered plate on the tray. The aroma from the content hit her nose instantly, Wanda inhaled deeply the aroma, her eyes closed as she tried to process the sweet scent of the food. "Uhmm. This smells delicious." She muttered.

A few minutes later, Micheal came in. He looked tired. Wanda was seated quietly on her comfy couch waiting anxiously. As soon as she saw Micheal, her face brightened up. She managed to smile.

"You must have eaten to your full," Michael spoke as he walked towards the closet to change his clothes. He was exhausted from the meeting he just concluded with his business associates.

Wanda nodded her head and replied, "Yes, I am full. Thank you." She answered with a smiling face. Her lips tightly stick together and her fingers placed on them nervously.

"Good." That is all that Micheal said. He was focused on changing his clothes. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into the shower.

Wanda's eyes kept tracing the beautiful four walls of the room that were adored with beautiful decor.

Micheal came out after having a hot shower. He walked into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, using another to dry his hair. He changed into his blue robe before joining Wanda. Micheal sat on the sofa directly adjacent to Wanda, pouring a bottle of whiskey into the glass.

"So, tell me, Wanda. Why were you wandering around without anywhere to go?" Micheal asked, sipping his whiskey.

Wanda sighed deeply with her head bowed a bit. She finally raised it and spoke. "I got divorced today and for now, I have no place to go."

"So what were you doing at the hotel entrance?"

Wanda looked at Micheal with sharp eyes. "I wanted to meet my uncle for help." She said with a low voice.

"The hotel manager?" Micheal curiously asked, dropping his glass of whiskey.

Wanda nodded her head and smiled faintly which didn't reach her face. Micheal looked at her with pitiful eyes and said something that took Wanda by surprise.

"I have a proposal for you," Micheal spoke with a thick voice that tickled Wanda's heart.

Wanda's eyes opened wide, her heart began to beat fast and her face turned pale instantly. What does he mean by having a proposal for her? Is he planning on slee

ping with her? Wanda kept her cool as she wandered in her thoughts silently.