Chapter 3

“Isabelle?” he called me. I am now in the garden planting flowers. This is my new hobby now. Not to mention that this is only a disguise so I can overlook what steps I’ll do once I plan my next escape.

“I’m here love.” I lifted the shovel from the ground that I was holding. The hand is also full of soil which makes me roll my eyes. But I need to do it. I have to act that I had no intention why I am staying here in the garden.

He walk off to my direction. It looks like he just came from the office. “Planting again?”

“I can’t live off a flower.” I reported. I even pouted my lips.

“Just let the gardeners do that.” His voice is so cold that it brings shivers to my spine.

“I don’t want to.” I dug up the ground again. “I saw this in Twitter. A woman grew a flower and made a bouquet out of the flower. She gave it as a birthday gift for her boyfriend. I also want to make one for your upcoming birthday,” I kept saying.

“You want to what?” he asked as if he couldn’t believe it.

“I said I want to make-,” I stop what everything I suppose to say and look at his face.

Did I just exposed my plan for his birthday? His now smiling from ear to ear.

“You don’t hear anything!” He just laughed in amusement and cover his mouth using his palm. “I hate you!”

“Okay baby… I pretend you are not planning anything.” He chuckled and walk toward me. He tucked my hair behind my ear and kiss my lips.

He brings me in the washrooms near the cabinet of tools. He cleaned me. After the cleaning session he brings me inside the mansion. His very big mansion that was intentionally created for me.

I remember that this mansion is the design of the house I made for myself. I promise to build a house like this once I became a very well known fashion designer in the country. But since my father died I only managed to study first year of being a college fashion designer student. It’s a very pricey course that I need to drop.

“Thinking of something?” he asked and leaned on me. We are now both in the terrace of the mansion both waiting for the sun to be eaten up by dark.

“I just missed Dad.” I missed him a lot.

“We can visit him tomorrow. Both of them. Your Mom and your Dad.” I smiled from the excitement crawling on me.

“Thank you love.”

“Your welcome baby.”

We will not be able to visit Daddy because of a sudden meeting. It is said that one of the houses built by his Real state company was damaged.

“I’m sorry baby. I will return,” he said while wearing his clothes.

“Don’t worry about me. Fix this problem in the company first.” I fixed his necktie.

“I promise I’ll take it back. I love you. Bye.” He bid a good bye and drove off.

I left alone in the house again. I’m no longer be bored here since he give me back phone. Maybe I’ll just practice to draw some accessories again.

As I am heading to my personalized art room my phone rang. It’s probably him missing me again. But in my surprise… no. It’s my devil sister.

“What’s up Savi?” she said on the other line.

“Get me straight Taliah. You need something.”

“Yup. Can you send me money. We are having a party in school,” she said as if I just can vomit a money and give it to her.

“Tell me how much.”

“A hundred thousand will do.”

I ended up the call and send money to her account immediately.

I scroll in my I*******m account where people always request for a new design. They don’t know who’s behind that account but they trust it. I’m making a good money because of this talent. I even had a separate bank account where my husband are not aware of.

“They’re requesting for a bridal gown,” I murmured. Some even ask for a sketch of a complete package for a beauty pageant.

I replied one by one telling them I am currently in a hospital that’s why I cannot do the design. This is always the reason I tell them every time I cannot do what they ask.

An hour of sketching in my sketch pad tires me. It’s past 12 in the afternoon and I am still not feeling any hunger. I take my phone from the pocket of my apron and see no message from him.

Why is he not messaging me?!

Just in time someone knock in the door. I quickly stood up and reach the door knob.

“Yes?” I ask as I saw one of the cook here in mansion.

“Are you not going to eat Ma’am? I’ll prepared a food in the dining just in case.”

“Okay. Thanks.” I quickly closed the door when she left. I sat down in the circular foam inside the art room.

“Why is he not giving me a call?” I groaned in frustration. He always call me.

I type a message and sent it right away

(Love?)

No response!

(Isaak! I’m seeing a man if you don’t give me a call.)

Still no response. I’m getting annoyed. I shut down my phone and lay in the circular foam.

I woke up from having a nap when I felt a hand encircled around my waist. I open my eyes and see me laying in the bed inside of our bedroom. Beside me is the man I am texting and give no reply to me.

“Where exactly you came from?” I ask as I removed his hand around me.

“From work baby.” His eyes look so tired.

“There’s a problem?” I give him a confused look.

“Kinda. Don’t worry my legal team is now working with that.” He nodded.

“Are you that kind of busy that you don’t even give even a thumbs up reply?”

“I’m sorry baby. I left my phone inside the car.” He give me a kiss in my forehead.

“We’ll go to the cemetery tomorrow? Right?” I place my hand on his cheek and caressed it. He nodded and kiss the back of my palm.

He stays in the house for the whole day. Stay but still working. He do a lot of work and received different calls. Seeing him in this state made me realize that the problem in the company is not just as simple as what am I thinking.

“Baby?” he called me. His eyes is still on the screen of the laptop.

“Yup!”

“Coffee please.”

“Okay I’ll get you one.”

I go down form sitting in the bed and immediately go to the coffee making area. It’s in the same floor where our bedroom is also located.

“Fuck! Fix this mess of your team!” I heard him yelling to someone on the phone. I make a decision to still walk inside the room. “I’ll visit the site tomorrow.”

“Come here baby.” I came near him and placed the coffee in the part of the table where there is no paper.

He tap his leg and I do what he want. Sitting in his lap and hugging his nape while his busy kissing my neck.

He keep kissing me while his hand crawled down in my stomach.

“Why is this tummy still small huh?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered with a lie.

“You’re not fooling me right?” I looked at him having a confused look. “You’re not drinking pills… aren’t you?” His question caught me on guard.

“Of course not,” I said making sure that I will not stutter.

“If you say so.” The tone of his voice is making me shiver. His face is only few inches away from me. His jaw is clenching. And it doesn’t take time when he claim my lips. His lips move. Biting. Sucking. Licking. He knows how to get me.

He carried me. My legs is strangled around his waist. I am holding his nape and he’s holding my butt for support. He give me a one last kiss and lay me in the bed.

“I badly want to take you baby. But I need to finish my work. Sleep now.” He left me alone in our room. He get all of his paper and even his laptop together with him. He’ll probably do his work inside the study room.

He didn’t even sip the coffee I made. I don’t love him but I still want his time. I want him only for me.