Chapter 6: Chapter Six:The Wedding Plan 1
"Aunty, now come and see choice." Heiress Angela told her Agnes. She was around for the same reason a while ago.
Based on her experiences in men's and women's affairs, she had sworn never to do otherwise for men in the name of love.
"Nene, sure I will come. To see who is this that makes your heart jig jig"
Heiress Angela had told her her father's choice and that, she agreed with.
Heiress Angela is an only child. A man she is marrying must live in the castle forever, not by force but he must see their need for that and agree with that.
Heiress Angela hurried to call Michael as she arrived.
She had told him that her sister would be coming to see him.
He reached the door from the sitting room and stopped.
Well-mannered, tapped on the door, and pressed down the lever.
Her eyes met Michael. He just finished his bath, the towel he tied was loose at his waist and he was admiring his biceps, and smiling at them.
Under the bumpy tummy, was a line of hair from his private region, and she quickly shut the door.
She had never seen him half dressed, and tying a towel loose at the waist made it worse to linger in there and steady a look at him.
Worse, because if she lingered, if he did not touch her, she may touch him and it was not yet time to touch and hold her Teddy Bear as she said she would be calling him while dandling him to sleep from the night of the bachelors
What she wants now is to agree on the marriage and the type, of first
She waited outside.
Michael finished dressing up. He was okay, as the mirror confirmed.
The body he was building depicted itself inside his white short-sleeved shirt that had no space left with huge biceps and visible breast-short-sleevedying all space.
In the pair of his trousers, one could see he has tight laps
Gently, he opened the door and Heiress Angela was standing at the bedroom door, waiting, off-minded.
She was startled as two hands lifted her from the back, hurrying into the room.
"Michael! Michael!" Her toes were off the floor.
Michael threw her on the bed, fixed his right knee into the space of her legs, and began to fumble her left breast like it contained air.
"Michael! " she struggled and struggled "You didn't, the…tell me…ha-how I look…yu…you shied away." Michael was stuttering because of her resistance.
He covered her mouth with kisses…kissing her, kissing her.
Whatever came upon him, only himself and no one could tell.
Out, to the sitting room, her Aunty had slept in the Divan.
"Aunty." She shook her shoulder. Her Aunty inhaled and exhaled.
She pleaded, "Am sorry, Aunty."
"No problem. I knew," her yawing Aunty said.
She flopped down into her seat, face down on the arm of the seat.
Agnes glared at Michael who was embarrassed with her 'because-you-cute eye.'
Was it his cuteness that she was keeping him in the castle when a marriage had not been done? Agnes reasoned.
"When she wakes from her shyness, I will ask her and personally kick him out."
"It happened last night? " Heiress Angela asked herself, remorseful in the bathroom.
She did not like how her Aunty was meddling in her relationship with Michael.
wasowing Michael had entered her room, she stayed put in the bathroom.
Before, what she did after bathing was to pace about naked, going from wardrobe to the vanity table, back to wardrobe looking at herself, or sitting fully naked at the vanity table, taking her time to cream up, check her face, and hair; call the maids.
But now, because of Michael, she wore a dress quickly. Barely, pulling it down her hips, the door was jerked open.
The wardrobe was away from the bedroom.
From the bathroom, there was a multi-use door to the wardrobe.
A climb down the two steps of the wardrobe by the right was the bedroom door.
Michael pushed his head in and looked at her as if he was sorry to see her.
Still, she stood there, frowning.
Michael, the permission he got from his uncle, had emboldened him or what?
He was looking at her like she was a wife dodging her husband.
He grabbed her hand.
"Leave me, Michael." She attempted beating off his hand, but he held it strongly.
"Am sorry." He put another hand on her shoulder."Am sorry " he repeated.
" You know she was around. It will be like that was what we do…Leave me, please!"
He pulled her out. Again, carrying her to the bed, hand weaved in between her legs.
They crashed on the bed.
"Michael, not now…no!"
" When? Please."
"No." She closed the knees tight and Michael's hand was trapped inside.
The romance will start on the night before their wedding. That night, she will look at him. Looking at him means taking a comprehensive look at the great endowments. The height, one. She had it in mind never to marry a guy of less height.
She is 1.75m and he is 1.77 m, with a long and hard face, and eyes like her hazels, almost. Five years ago, hairs were carpeting the sides of his face but they were no more.
Surrendering will make her see him in his total elements her imagination has not yet seen.
They got entangled in a kiss that was casual when it started.
The time was 8: 00 GMT, Saturday and Mr. Emerson was already with Harrison Manuel himself in the Gym.
She pushed Michael away and they got to the Gym.
"Dad. This is him," she told Harrison Manuel, who switched off the treadmill to speak to her.
He ran a cold look at Michael and waved his head in speculation and a, "You love him?"
"Yes, Dad," she said.
"And…he? He loves you?"
By her response, accompanied by Michael's nods as he spoke, he lifted his shoulders.
"Then, your Wedding?" said Harrison Manuel.
"I will start to." She smiled and pecked him on both cheeks She took Michael away.
The Wedding Plan
She was cycling, watching Mr. Emerson and Michael. Each weight Michael lifted excited her.
The love is growing but it is roving like a fog and she has been trying to clear his mind.
One-on-one, they have not agreed on the marriage and the type despite her advances
She had streamlined her prompting to ChatGPT again. There is hope.
After supper with her father and Michael, she entered her study. Opened a laptop with a diary and ball pen.
She had scribbled two lines of ideas about the wedding, a slight tap on the door, it was Michael.
He pushed in the door and peeped, climbed the last step into the study, and with two hands closed the door behind him.
He sat in the chair afoot." Michael, I am thinking of things and things for the wedding."
"Already? When?" asked Michael. He did not know it had gotten that serious.
He has nothing and coupled with what Mr. Igni told him, one could see why he dilly-dailies.
The greatest and saddest thing was the call from his father who had recuperated.
The old man insisted that a wife does not marry a husband. He told him to look for money and marry a poor wife and bring her home or he is disowned.
"ASAP, Michael." Heiress Angela told him regarding his question.
Michael's exhalation was audible, very very audible.
"What is the problem?" She turned her eyes at him.
Crossing his arms, Michael said," Now, I don't have any contribution!"
"Contribution? Like how?" she asked, askance.
Michael was mute.
"Michael!" She was not happy with what he was doing.
She crossed over to him."Michael.What contribution?"
She raised his face. " Did I not tell you our thing is one? Okay, I am sorry. How do you want it, and when?"
"No problem."
"There is a problem, Michael" she snapped at him and went back to her seat and closed the diary and laptop.
What are they up to now? Would Michael spill the beans and when?
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