OLIVIA
My home was nothing compared to Adrian’s. If I wasn’t there, I would have argued that the home belongs to the prince of England.
“It’s mine.
How about you come down and have a tour? Seating back inside the car isn’t going to provide the answers you seek. You know that right?” Adrian winked at me.
Before I could speak further, he leaned forward and opened the door himself for me to step outside.
He brought me into his Castle and opened the door for me to step out. The only thing missing is a red carpet that should be rolled out to complete my royal welcoming.
I forgot what it felt like to be sad. Whenever I’m around Adrian, Cyril ceases to exist. I don’t know how Adrian usually wipes Cyril’s memory away from my head, but I’m glad he did. I might just be tempted to plead with him to keep doing it as long as it keeps me alive.
“Shall we?” He held my hand and kissed it. I became cold. I felt a meltdown inside of me.
It felt like I was in heaven already. I didn’t want the feeling to stop. My mood changed immediately when I realized that I would soon be going back home to Cyril. It’s just a matter of time before my moment of joy elapses.
“You have a lovely place. I must admit. Do you live here alone?” I asked Adrian as we stepped inside the living room.
The living room is a perfect illustration of a modernized palace. I might be forced to believe that Adrian is a crowned prince who was disguised to come find true love. Everything about him screams royalty.
“Of course not.
I got a couple of domestic staff,” he told me.
After he said to me, a couple of beautiful ladies dressed in the white uniform emerged out of the blue. They welcomed Adrian and extended the greetings to me as well.
“They’re here already.
I told you,” Adrian smiled at me as he made the brief introduction. I barely just stepped inside, and I already felt like I’d been here a thousand times before.
“Is she your girlfriend? Damn! She looks so hot,” one of the staff asked Adrian. She was the nicest of them all. She shares a cordial relationship with Adrian. It’s rare to find staff asking their Boss such a question without fear of getting fired.
Adrian’s gaze flickered at me as we both shared a telling look. I looked in the opposite direction to avoid getting too attached to him.
I waited patiently to hear what he wanted to say. It would be wonderful to be introduced to everyone as Adrian’s love interest. At the same time, I didn’t quite think it was ideal enough knowing that I was still legally married to Cyril. What if I stopped showing up in Adrian’s mansion? How would he be able to evade questions about me?
“She’s my friend, Agnes. She’s not my girlfriend. Please go set the table for dinner,” Adrian finally answered. He’s been quiet for ages. I thought he was never going to respond. I wasn’t sure how to react to his response. One thing was certain: I would be very much available if Adrian needed a flirt mate.
“That was close,” I whispered to Adrian as we went to sit at the dining table.
The table had already been decorated but diverse, expensive wines and some fruits. The dinner date must mean a lot to Adrian to warrant such planning. I haven’t seen a more organized man like Adrian before in my life.
“You weren’t pleased with what I said out there?” Adrian asked me. He wanted to seek my opinion after he noticed how quiet I’d been. He already thought my mood had anything to do with his response to Agnes.
“No, that’s not the reason. I am just worried about Cyril. It’s going to be deadly when I return home tomorrow,” I explained. I needed to lie. There’s no way I would have told Adrian that I enjoyed being addressed as his love interest. I might just be selling myself cheaply to him.
“Not again,” he sighed and held my hand. “Don’t worry about Cyril. I want to assure you that we are in this together. You have nothing to worry about. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, I’m here for you,” he assured me.
Immediately he said that, I became excited again. It’s safer to say that Adrian has mastered my weakness in barely a few weeks of knowing him. Isn’t that magical?
The dinner was the best thing that had ever happened to me in a while. I’m glad I didn’t return home to Cyril. It could have been worse for me.
“It’s time to leave now. Thank you for the hospitality. To be honest with you, it was great. I’m willing to do this next time,” I said to Adrian and grabbed my bag.
“Be a gentleman and see me off to the exit door,” I teased Adrian.
He was mute. I realized his sudden change of mood when he found out I was leaving.
“You’re leaving already?” Adrian asked me. He sounded surprised to hear me leaving.
“Yes, Adrian.
Would you see me off, or should I forget about it?” I fumed.
“Of course, I’ll see you off. I was just worried about you. Look at the time, it’s 11 pm already. You know how dangerous it is out there. I don’t want you to get hurt,” Adrian said, pointing at the wall clock.
Deep down I knew that wasn’t the reason. Adrian just wants me to spend the night in his house.
“I hope you’re not suggesting that I pass the night here. Do you even realize that I’m married?” I flared up. To set a reminder, I flaunted my hands so he could catch a glimpse of my ring.
“Wait a minute! Is that rain?” Adrian called my attention to the sound emerging from outside. I doubted him at first until I peeped through the window and discovered that it was raining heavily. It is pretty strange to me because it barely even rains for the month.
“I guess your plan has worked out for you right? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” I raged.
Before agreeing to come over, I was inclined to pass the night at his place until the call from Cyril showed up and changed everything. I feel so hurt now that I won’t be able to satisfy my cravings anymore. Will this opportunity ever emerge again? I really can’t tell.