Denzel Wine

SHELDON

Denzel refused to state his reason for suddenly wanting me to come with him to his house so late at night but I followed his instructions anyway because this was what I secretly wanted.

I can't keep this deal alive from afar. I wanted to be close to him so he doesn't get tired of me. My future depends on it. He's a big opportunity to get wealthy. He has turned me into a gold digger. 

We arrived at his house at 10 pm after the stressful packing and gathering of my belongings. 

He was sweet enough not to help me do the packing. According to him, he doesn't wanna be grossed out by touching my skimpy clothes. I had a majority of those kinds of clothes. I didn't mind because he's going to get used to them very soon. 

Denzel has been locked up in his bedroom while I went to the kitchen to use the first aid kit. Luckily, the wound wasn't too deep so I knew my way around it. After putting on the plaster, I took a long bath. My bedroom was downstairs and he said it's the only guest room I can sleep in. The rests were 'his'.

I wore a matching top and pants before coming out to explore the house. I can't wait to take millions of pictures around all this luxury and make sure every girl I know sees it. 

Trust me, I wanted to sit still in the living room and watch some shows but I kept looking at the wine cellar. He has so much and me taking only one won't make a difference. 

So, I took one. The wine gurgled into the glass cup. I excitedly emptied the full glass down my throat. I grimaced after I was done.

This was a good unwinding exercise when I used to go on dates. It cleared all my thoughts and worries even when I felt bad about myself. 

I was one bottle down when I heard a noise in the kitchen. I thought it was just Denzel and me under this roof.

I got up and went to check it out. 

The whole kitchen was painted green, it complimented the color of the shirt the lady in the kitchen was wearing. She had a low haircut and long dazzling earrings. 

She glanced at me so blankly. The same stare that Mrs. Raven's beautiful, tall nurse gave me. I could only blink and try to stand properly.

"I'm Denzel's fiancee, who...who are you?" I asked resting my head on the wall. 

"Hana, his help." She replied. "You seem drunk." 

"A little bit. Call me Sheldon." I gulped. "Where have you been?" 

"I was almost home when I realized I forgot my phone." She answered waving the phone for me to see. 

"Ah...that happens to me too." 

I returned to the living room and dropped on the long couch. I was wide awake gazing at the television for a long time. When I couldn't handle the effect of the alcohol, my lips started to move. 

I couldn't tell what I was saying but I knew I was talking.

"Sheldon," Denzel's cold voice called sometime later and I looked at him. He was standing at the foot of the chair and his hands tucked in his pockets. "You've been moaning for the past ten minutes, what is wrong with you?" 

"Do you have a help named Hana or am I just imagining things?" 

"You saw Hana? She's always forgetting something since I hired her." He mumbled looking at the kitchen. "And as for you, I left you alone for a little while and you have already consumed a wine gift from my late uncle."   

"What?!" 

"Not every wine is to be touched, Sheldon." 

I sat up instantly. "You should have put a label on it!" I pointed out, distorted. 

"I kept it separately on the shelf but you just had to take that one." He stated. 

"I'm sorry." 

"It's alright. I'll just buy the replica." 

I bit my lower lip, hard. "Your father wasn't this forgiving." And I just ended up saying something stupid.

He bent over to make our faces almost at the same level. 

"I'm not like him. I also find it hard to forgive but you're not my problem right now. There are plenty of other things to worry about."

"I still feel guilty. Let me pay for the wine." 

"No, I'd rather you do something else." He whispered. 

I inched closer to him. Maybe it's finally time we both get what we want. 

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, attentive.

"Sleep. I'm exhausted, Sheldon in case you haven't noticed. You go to bed and I go to bed, that's settled." 

W-H-A-T-?-!

I was still in a shock trance when he started heading upstairs.

I followed him.

"You can't be serious. That can't be what you want. You brought me here for a reason, didn't you?"

I couldn't understand why he was pretending he doesn't want to sleep with me. I thought I knew him.

"You wanna know why I brought you here?" 

"Yes!"

"My dad sent his spies to find out where you live. I was saving you from being slain in your sleep. There's no way my dad can hurt you here, trust me." 

"It's so sweet to know that you care about me but would you really let me sleep downstairs all alone?" I pointed out. 

"So, you want to sleep upstairs with me?" 

My cheeks heated instantly. "Not with you. Just in another room but let it be upstairs." 

"I see..." 

    The next morning, I woke with a strong arm resting on my back. The weight held me at the spot and I kept thinking, trying to recollect what happened last night. Amid my thoughts, the hand gathered my hair together in a bunch and squeezed it.

My eyes widened but I didn't make a sound. It left my hair all of a sudden trailed down to my behind. I shook my body so the hand would fall to the other side but it remained there until I freaked out and turned around. 

Denzel was awake, watching me like a hawk. 

"I thought you'd let it stay." His early morning gruff voice cooed all over his bedroom. 

"So, you were experimenting on me? Ha! You are not getting another offer from me, Morgan Junior." I teased.

"Remind me, please. What offer was that? I'm starting to forget a lot of things." The pleasant smile on his face made me want to push him off the bed. But I knew that would be attempted murder because the bed was quite high from the floor. 

"The offer to have the best mate of your life—"

"Okay, that's enough dirty talk. I need to pray." He looked away before I could see his shy face. I always thought I found bold and unfazed men more attractive but right now, Denzel was beautiful. 

Quietly sitting there like a doormat, I watched him get on his knees and pray. I chorused an 'Amen' when necessary. 

I didn't know most people are actually committed to doing this. 

When he left for the bathroom, I thought of what to dig up. I checked his drawers. The first one contained books and Stationeries and the second one wasn't any different. I entered his closet next, looking through his clothes, expensive shoes, watches, and bags. 

What exactly am I looking for? Stop being a bitch, Sheldon. 

I paused when I saw a shirt in one of his many drawers in his closet. A feminine shirt. I felt the material before returning it to its place. 

I was turning everything around like a crazy person. Denzel was doing me a favor by taking so long in the bathroom. The sound of the shower made me know he was still washing.

Denzel isn't ordinary. He has a past. Everyone does. And since he won't open up about himself, I'll discover something myself. I wanted to find something out of the ordinary. 

I wanted to give up and sit myself down when I suddenly came across a file. A file I couldn't overlook.