Chapter 1: chapter 1: Who is he, really?.
I woke up to Patrick's cute face right beside me on a Saturday morning. I blushed as I opened my eyes to see him, my own very husband to be staring at me. He smiled back at me, adjusting my hair backwards from covering my face. He caresses my cheeks while staring into my eyes alluringly. I smiled . I just couldn't fathom how I came to be the fiancée to a guy as cute, tall, and rich as him. He was everything every girl would dream to have.
"Hey!, Sleeping beauty. Get up we have to meet my parents today." Patrick says.
"Oh!, Is it really today?." I grumpily asked. I was so relaxed on the bed, it was very comfy. I didn't want to stand up to have my bath.
"Yeah of course. What else do you think it is?. Don't let us be late for breakfast. I don't want you to give a bad impression on your first day of meeting my parent." Patrick says. While he stood up from the bed. I could see the traces of his crotch appearing on his briefs when he stood right in front of the bed. I wonder why I had to look at it. I forced myself up the bed, sitting looking directly at him. He noticed my eyes staring at his crotch mistakenly. I became nervous.
"Or you want some action this morning Cherry!?. Why are you looking at my crotch? You slut!. " Patrick teases, staring at me seductively. I laughed sheepishly at his statement. I didn't know what to say to his statement, but i loved the way he calls me cherry.
"We will do that later. Right now you need to get up and have your bath. Naomi Sasha Phillips!." Patrick says teasingly. I wonder why he has to call out my whole government name out like that. He dragged the duvet off my body and walk to the bathroom humming some melodies. I forcefully had to get off from the bed too. I wished we had to see his Parents the next day. I am so jetlagged still, and I really want to savor every moment of my rejuvenating slumber. We flew all the way from Paris into America last night to meet or perhaps, to announce about our union, and intentions to marry to his Parents whom I know nothing about.
Patrick Adams, the mystique fiancé of mine, whom I met just two years ago after I decided not to date anyone. Since my mom, Ruth Phillips rejected my first love, Noah Harrison, whom I still miss and reminiscence about so much. She never wanted me, her only child to date a broke guy like him. She didn't want me to repeat her mistake of going for love rather than comfort. She divorced my Dad, Larry Phillips a high school teacher for another man, because they kept on bickering about bills. But she still retained his last name due to memories they once shared. We both flew out of America to Paris with her new lover, Jake Curtis a French restauranteur, seven years ago leaving my Dad behind all alone. I cried a lot but always kept communicating with my Dad on the phone. Jake my mum's lover, was very sweet to us the first three years we spent with him but became impatient and furious at my mum for not being able to conceive for him. My mum blamed it on my Dad always, because she had three abortions for him when they were younger. She felt maybe that was the reason why she couldn't get impregnated anymore. I kept dissuading her from the thought every damn time!. She wept bitterly whenever Jake showed his cruel side to us. My mum and I left his place a night after he slapped my mum . He came home late , so we left immediately my mum got a hairdressing job and a room for us to stay. I also had to get a part time Job at a coffee shop where I met Patrick two years later while in school studying to get my masters degree as a financial Analyst. I didn't date anyone during my university degree days, because I still had hope Noah and I will later get to meet again.
I had little or no real knowledge about Patrick apart from him being an Art collector and curator. But I was really glad I would get to know who he truly was today. I stood up immediately at the thought of it and picked up my brush to join Patrick in the bathroom. I mustn't hesitate at all, Today I need to know if I am dating a ghost or not.
"Hey baby, won't you join me?. We have to check out the hotel this morning. Don't let them chase us out, that won't be good for my reputation." Patrick says while I was about opening the bathroom doors. He smiles as I open the door.
"There you are!. Come here now cutie." Patrick says. He pulls me in romantically, I laughed out loud, his face was all covered with soap foams. He washes the foams of with the hose of the shower. He grips my waist thereafter and smiles at me without uttering a word. I wonder what he is thinking. He kept on and I just laughed out.
"Why are you looking at me like that?." I blurt out.
"Don't you know you are the best work of art I have ever own and seen in my whole life, that's why I can stop staring at you." Patrick teases.
"Hmmm, I never thought so. Tell me more." I replied him. His words baffles me as I stared at his pink lips. My eyes were dilating and longing for him.
"Sincerely, you are a masterpiece. The masterpiece God created with the right nuances, texture and structure." Patrick teases me further.
"What are you saying Pat?!. You are elating me with your words." I blurt out laughing and jumbling my words incoherently. He smiled back at me and squeezes me. He began kissing on my neck slowly. I love the mild torture of his tongue on my skin.
"Sheesh, sheesh." He says while crossing my lips with his finger. I stare at him looking all hypnotize. I know he would cast his spells on me. I am ready for all his voodoo spells.
He kept on with this and grabs me onto his tall body, he holds my derriere, slapped it and I shriek joyfully. He gently parted my lips and dipped his fingers into it. He removes it to fondle my boobs while kissing me tenderly, flipping his tongue with mine. Trickles of shivers ran through my spine as I moan loudly. I loved every bit of his erotic touch on me. He fondle my boobs gently, while I stroked his crotch vigorously. He gasps repeatedly and slowly picks up the soaps while He places me down also. He draws me closer and rubs the soap on me seductively till it became very foamy. We kept on with the smooching of our bodies. He smiled at the half love tattoo on my shoulder blade, at my back. He admires the art always without knowing the meaning to it. Goosebumps appears all over my skin as he caresses me. I don't want this moment to ever end at all. He carried me once again and inserted his crotch into mine slowly. He kept on with his sexual strokes while I moan to the top of my tiny voice.
After we were done bathing. We began dressing up as fast as we could in order to catch up with the time of the breakfast. I became confused on what to wear.
"Which one should I wear between these two gowns." I said. He looks back at me, while trying to wear his wristwatch.
" I think the blue dress is okay, the other color is too flamboyant for a breakfast except you want my momma to be uncomfortable." He said. I laughed at his statement.
"Hell no, I can't compete with my mum in-law. She is the queen." I replied. Patrick chuckles. He dons a teal polo and a grey trousers with a black suede shoes. He also wore his dark shades too. I couldn't admire him less.
"Ready?." He asks. I nod in affirmation. Pushing forward my bags.
"Yeah, before we go. I will like to let you know that my family may not be what you expected. Please bear with me." Patrick says firmly while helping me to hook my necklace. I wonder what he meant by his statement. Maybe they are poor or average below his extravagance, but it really doesn't matter since their son is rich enough to take perfect care of them, I thought.
" Let's go already." I replied giggling.
"Alright." He says. We picked up our luggage and walked out of the hotel room. Two out of the hotel staffs helped us with the luggage to the Uber Patrick ordered. While we checked out. We got into the Uber, it was actually a Bentley continental. He is rich enough for a Bentley Uber I wasn't surprised. He told the man the address we were heading to. I was beyond happy for this journey. Finally, I will get to meet the family I will join soon then I will become 'Mrs. Naomi Sasha Phillips Adams.'. The thoughts of it thrills me beyond imagination. I just couldn't wait.
The thoughts of Noah and my dad kept coming to me while we were on our way. Matter of fact, since we came to America last night. I wonder how they were both doing now and hope not to see Noah again. I will be ashamed too see him after all these years. Been so long since I last heard from my dad but I really do want to see him. I will love to hug him too. While miles away on our way to his Parents place, Patrick held my hands while I surfed the internet on my phone. He tapped me gently to tell me something. I stare at him wondering what it was. I wouldn't mind a little info about where we were heading to. The suspense was exciting and killing at the same time.
" Little Info?." He asks. I said yes joyfully.
"I've got two sisters, The Elder one is Married, While my younger sister is still in the university." He says.
"What are there names?." I asked curiously.
" Patricia and Priscila." He says Smiling. I am glad he is coming out of his shell gradually.
"Nice names." I replied smiling at the love of my life. The name Patricia rang a bell, it sounds so familiar. I was a little bit tensed and anxious. I itch my hair over and over again.
"Don't worry you will meet them, they are very welcoming. You guys will bond seamlessly." He assures me while kissing my hand. I felt relaxed. My husband to be isn't a ghost Yikes!.
Voila! .We finally got to his house, I was surprised it was a nice bungalow between shrubs. He had a humble beginning I thought. I stretched my arms and was ready to get down from the car but he tells me to wait inside for some minute. He came down hugs the driver and sat down to drive the car. He asked me to come seat at the front seat. I wonder what was happening. Why would the Uber driver leave the car to him. The driver walks into the bungalow while we drive off. I was speechless. He tells me he was lending the car he needs to appear grand to his parents. Not long after we stopped at a hefty gate. I couldn't even see through the gate. He wind down his car window and the security opened the door immediately. I wonder what was happening. He drove through the gate, speeding round a waterfall and stopped. He stepped out to open my door rapidly.
"Welcome to my Abode." He said.. demonstratively. I came out of the car and was stunned. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, The house was very gigantic with exotic cars littered around. Twelve maids queued up right at my front waiting for my command. Patrick stood there and smiled as I looked.
I wondered who he really is.
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