RECEPTION II

So... We'll be going ahead for a break the reception will be at my estate at 4:00 PM. I informed my in-laws and took Scarlet's hand. 

Leaving the premises in his limousine, he took Scarlet's hand and sat next to her. As they drove, the silence was deafening and she seemed incredibly tense.

"Relax!" he exclaimed, trying to ease the tension. "You really look tense, I don't bite you know..." he said with a chuckle, tilting his head to the side.

Scarlet stuttered, "I know... I... I just... don't know what to say."

He leaned in, his hand caressing her cheek. "Then say anything you want, anything at all," he murmured. "Or would you rather I kiss you again? Maybe write my name on those lips and make you realize that you're now married and I own you and you own me," he said in a husky voice, his breath hot on her skin. There was no discomfort, only peace and familiarity in his touch and his care.

Beryl... I couldn't finish my words as his lips crashed on mine, this time it was different. Fast, good, sweet and deep as he pulled me closer and tighter exploring all the corners of my mouth. I was flushed and a breathing mess when he finally broke the kiss.

With a teasing voice, he asked, "So tell me... How many have you kissed before?"

"N...none," she stuttered, still trying to catch her breath.

He smirked, "First kiss?"

Scarlet timidly nodded, looking down at her lap.

"Okay, just relax," he said reassuringly, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.' We're here! He informed her as they entered the estate. 

As I gazed in awe at the magnificent sight before me, I couldn't believe my eyes. The mansion was a true masterpiece, an architectural wonder that seemed to have been plucked straight out of a fairytale. Its gleaming white exterior sparkled in the sun, dazzling my senses and beckoning me inside. The grand entrance was fit for a king, with a regal path of shining marble leading to the front door. It was adorned with intricate fountains, resplendent paintings, and blooming flowers that all looked like they had been plucked from a botanic garden. Every inch of the estate seemed to radiate opulence and grandeur, a true paradise on earth. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and excitement course through my veins, as I realized that I was about to enter a world of luxury beyond my wildest dreams. My mouth hung open in surprise. Just how rich is this man?? Come to think of it our wedding was arranged overnight and everything went smoothly without a hitch, How can he be this wealthy? I asked myself.

Do you like it?

Yes, it's beautiful, I love it. How... Is all of this yours??

It's not mine he answered, it's ours! He said as he kissed my knuckles. 

But...

Shhhp you're now my wife. Live like it. He said as they arrived at the mansion.

How did you become so rich? I asked confused. 

Well... Let's say hard work and consistency. I answered with a simple smile. 

Wow! I said still mesmerized by his wealth.

As we got out of the car and started walking into the Mansion, the servants kept greeting us. I responded but Mav kept a straight face, he didn't utter a word but they kept greeting us.

Take her upstairs to get changed he instructed the eldest maid and she nodded to his instructions. 

Is everything set for the reception? He asked unfazed. 

Yes, sir, everything is ready.

Okay, I'll be in my study no one should bother me except for my wife. He instructed turning on his heels. 

IN THE ROOM 

We're here Ma'am this is your room. It's also the Master's room. 

Looking at the surroundings, it looked like it was designed for a king. Lavish and beautiful. The bed was big and high I was more captivated by the gold curtains, gold paintings and furniture, it's like he spent a fortune on his room.

This is the dress you'll be wearing for your wedding reception. She said pointing to a red sleeveless satin evening dress that had a long split right up to the thigh. With a V-neck and pearls attached to it. The dress looked simple but it gave off a sexy vibe and look.

I'm I to wear... That? I asked a little surprised. 

Yes Ma'am. Sir picked this dress himself for you. She informed me. 

Isn't it a bit too revealing? I asked still staring at the dress.

Ma'am, it's perfect for your day. I may be old but I know how wedding nights are supposed to be. This will help you give signals to your partner before you retire to your room for your honeymoon. 

Well...

Don't get me wrong Ma'am, if I may ask have you ever done this? The old lady asked scanning me.

Looking away awkwardly. No, I haven't. 

You're a virgin? She asked a bit surprised. 

Yes, ... What's wrong? I asked confused. 

I'm just surprised because your looks say otherwise but I sensed it when you complained about the dress. She said looking at me helplessly.

So... Is it a bad thing? 

No, it's not. It's actually the best thing. I'm sure he picked this to help you out. Just go with the flow, I'm sure it's going to be alright. 

Are you sure about that? I asked to reassure myself. 

Yes, I'm sure. And from the way he does things for you, I'm sure he cares about you. You're the first woman to step in here, no other woman ever did.

But why is he so cold towards the staff?

A master will always be a master, I admit he's really cold towards people but he's the best employer for anyone to have, he's been through a lot. Please when the time comes..., be patient with him. She said with so much emotion in her eyes I could feel the weight of her words. 

There's someone who'll assist you in the bathroom to clean you up and prepare you for the reception, I'll be waiting for you here to wear your dress so that I can take you back to him when you're ready. 

Okay... Please what is your name? 

Nanny Betty. 

Oh, nanny? Why Nanny?

Yes, I raised the man you're married to. She said with a curt smile as she helped me out of my dress.

IN BERYL'S STUDY 

Beryl sat in his leather chair, deep in thought as he shifted through the latest files on his desk. Suddenly, his phone vibrated and he picked it up, answering with a brisk "Hello?"

"Boss, we already found out about him," a voice on the other end of the line informed him.

 I leaned forward, with my interest piqued. "Tell me," he demanded, quickly removing his shirt and tossing it aside.

The voice on the other end began to speak, and he listened intently, his mind already racing as he processed the information, he kicked back in his chair, fingers drumming along the armrests. After listening to the call he disconnected it.

So...you bullied my wife! He muttered with a smirk.