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.
SHELDON 'Sabina Debra Fester', my mother's full name was boldly written on the cover of the file. I flipped the first leaf with my heart thumping. There were photos of her with every personal information. And even this file notes that she's late; no longer living, dead, and gone forever. I found her pictures so lovely but they were her old photos. She wasn't this good-looking when I last saw her and watched her casket being lowered into the ground. Then, I saw something that made me freeze. Perhaps I have always been looking for something to hurt me and ruin my peace. There were details of her former jobs and where one included that my mother used to work for Mrs Raven. Within that time frame, I was around three years old. She only worked there for a year before resigning. Why did she resign? I didn't need anyone to tell me Denzel was already in the room and caught me red-handed looking through his briefcase. "I leave you for a while and you're already digging up my belongings."
SHELDON Thunderstorms clapped outside and I got tired of observing it from the window. It's evening time and the skies are dark. It has been raining for the past thirty minutes and Denzel wasn't home yet. He hasn't answered any of my calls or messages. I was curious about how it went with his dad. At that moment, I heard the doorbell ring. I glanced at my cat who was curled up at a corner of the living room. I hope Denzel's ready to behold his cuteness.It took him long enough. But why would he ring the doorbell when this is his place?I left to open the door. I was expecting to see his gloomy self-standing on the other side but to my surprise, more than two pair of eyes were looking back at me — three men dressed in formal outfits. Their suits spoke volumes just like Denzel's style of dressing. This fact was the reason I didn't slam the door and ran for my life. I instantly recognized them as the dashing friends in his file. I had to know in case his family brought it up during t
SHELDON I hated to break it to myself that this miserable night wasn't over. I was still in this house with four annoying guys, a heavy rain going on outside, and an overbearing cousin. Winter suggested she shares her business card with Denzel's friends because it was rare to see sons from wealthy homes in one place. If they ever needed girls for parties, Winter wanted to be the one on speed dial. For her not to humiliate me more, I escorted her to the living room, hating the look from Denzel. He forgets that things are so not cool between us. "...Trust me, my nightclub is the best in this city. I also got the prettiest girls for any service you desire." She said passing the cards to Soren, Gil, and Justin.I didn't know this was how it works and we get clients regularly. She actually straight-up tells people she is a hooker? "Expect my call. That's a promise." Justin stated as he put the card carefully in his breast pocket. "Thank you." Winter smiled warmly before giving me a p
I was enraged when Denzel woke me up and let me know that we had arrived at the church. My eyes were heavy and wanted more rest. I sat up and yawned with my arms stretching toward the roof of the car. When I opened my eyes after a few blinks, Denzel was observing me with an awkward look."What?" I blurted."I have one final request..." He checked his side of the window before turning back to me. "Do not sleep in church." "I'm only human. I can't control how tired I feel." "Considering your type of work, you shouldn't have any problem with being awake. Just imagine you have an early exam right after a night with a client—"I placed a finger over his lips to shut him up. "Living with you is more exhausting than working." "I'm serious, Sheldon. You can't sleep for the next three hours. I should have hid those drinks from you." I flipped; "And let me guess, it's all because of your mother. Your precious golden mom must validate me or there will be chaos." I dramatically rambled. He
"I need to get you home." Those were the last 'calm' words Denzel said to me at his parent's house before we returned to his house. The rest of our dialogue was 'unfriendly'. He was pissed and wished I didn't do that in front of his parents. I felt bad about my outburst too mostly because Mr. Morgan and Hunter were there to see my downfall. Although, I'll rise again."You're being pissed over nothing. I bet your mom you're so worried about doesn't care about what you do with your life." I snapped when the door closed behind us. "That's the other way round." Objected Denzel as he stands close to the wall."Since she already hates me, let's cut off this engagement. But just know, I'm keeping the rings." I blustered."She doesn't hate you." He responded so differently than how he was feeling in the car. He looked defeated."You're lying. I'm a woman, I know the looks in her eyes whenever she looks at me." "Well, you've got nothing to worry about, princess. This engagement is only be
"This piece of art is beautiful," Hunter mentioned as his hand touched one of the paintings by the side. The woman in the painting was on her fours with her back arched low and her behind stretching upward to the thighs of the man behind her. Her face was filled with both pain and pleasure. It's so heavy on her that I felt it just by looking at her. And the one filled with so much passion and emotions was the one Hunter thinks is 'beautiful'. How dare he? "Which one is your favorite, Sheldon?" He asked pointing at them.I drawled close to him and gazed at the paintings. "That one." It was a drawing of a woman lying by the side of the bed and awaiting her lover."I see you don't like all the dirty stuff, huh?" He teased. "I really don't know." I restricted myself from being an open book especially when I know he could implicate me. "That's fine. You like what you like. Sometimes it's hard for me to control what I feel. Too much passion so that's why I prefer the images showing m
"Sheldon, you really know how to dress for a spin in your car." He commented, his eyes flickering over me.I made a faux smile. "I drove to a nightclub because I needed to speak to Winter." "Oh, the same Winter you brought in here last night." He rolled his eyes and leaned on my doorframe. "My friend likes her." "I don't believe that." Denzel cleared his throat before offering in a silky voice; "Need help removing that dress? Although, you can wear it all night." I scoffed. "Why are you suddenly flirting with me? What did that nurse do to you?" "The nurse doesn't even work on Sundays." He burst my bubble most shockingly."Nice move. You made me talk like a crazy woman." I groused kicking my shoes off while I sit on the bed. I really thought he was with her throughout today.His phone started vibrating in his pocket and he slipped it out."This must be a joke. Hunter is calling me. That punk never calls me..." He mumbled.I felt a lurch in my stomach and it was as if a timer was a
I woke up on the couch still surrounded by clothes. That was enough to make me less stressed. Denzel was still home. I had hopes of meeting him and maybe, apologizing once more but those thoughts were dashed when I went up to his room and I heard skins slapping and low moans from whomever the girl he brought home was. They were still on it, even up to this morning? I wondered if he remembered he had work to go to. I retreated to the door and left. I didn't drive. Taking a taxi might distract me from grilling about Denzel all day because I'll be using his gift — the car to move around.I arrived at the boutique. I wasn't expecting to see Lena already waiting for me. I guessed she really wanted to meet me."Hi, Lena. It's so good to see you." I gushed. "Likewise." She smiled."I think you'll love our newest arrivals." The sales representative took her to the collection and I stood aside, watching her pick the most expensive ones and of course, her preference."I'm so happy you're ok