At the parlor, Christopher was alone but he was aware that both humans’ eyes and cameras’ lenses were on him, especially when the security issues in the house were a concern. The bouquet was a heavy load to him at that moment because it was no longer useful. And from the look of things, it would never be. It may only be useful to the janitor when he would use it to feed the rabbits.
Nevertheless, he dropped it on the side table before he picked up his phone to chat with the chef. To his stupefaction, he had missed many calls from her and his intel at the complex. He scanned through his phone and read through their messages and discovered that they attempted to reach him to stop him from embarking on the visit but he was carried away with his desire to get the bouquet and have Nichole.
However, he decided to call the chef back but had no idea that she was on a hot seat at the security post.
At The Security Post
“Pick up your call?” Arthur ordered her when her phone rang and she attempted to ignore it.
All the same, she picked up her call dejectedly.
“Hello,” she greeted the caller and looked fearfully at everyone.
They waited for a response from the other end, “Tricia, you misled me. You asked me to come, that Arthur was not back from work yet. Why didn’t you inform me when he returned?”
“Ha!” They exclaimed in astonishment over the response of the speaker.
Now, the chef was utterly dumbfounded and looked at everyone with pleading eyes.
“Who was that?” Nichole asked in anger. The fear-stricken chef answered at once, “It was Mr. Christopher Harry.”
Now, Nichole put her face down and supported her jaw with her hands. She did not wish to see the fury that would have registered on Arthur’s face. Just as she thought, he was filled with indignation when he heard Mr. Harry’s name.
“Bring him here,” he ordered and the officer moved.
Then, he sent a message to the police before he turned to Nichole and gave her an affectionate look.
“You must be tired from work. I think you need a rest,” he stated with concern.
At that point, Nichole got what he was up to and would not leave him to do what he would regret later and carefully declined.
“I am but it is all right. I can stay,” she squeezed his hand and responded.
The chef, who could not decode the situation, was more confused when she heard ‘bring him here’ because she was not aware that Christopher was in the house. Soon, the security guard arrived with the terrified guest without his bouquet.
“Tell us what happened,” Arthur faced the chef and ordered.
Now, Mr. Harry was freaked out when he saw the chef. He did not wish to have her make any confession.
“It is not what you think, Arthur. We can talk it over as adults,” he pleaded.
Nevertheless, Arthur ignored his plea and continued with the chef, “Tell us what happened.”
Instantly, the chef began to stutter, “I, I, he, he gave, gave me a substance to add to Mrs. Bailey’s tea. He said that she was meant to be his wife but you misled her into accepting to be your wife.”
The bewildered Nichole looked at Christopher angrily. She faced the chef and asked her, “What did he say the substance was for?”
“It was an aphrodisiac drug.”
“This is serious,” the CSO said.
Now, they focused on Mr. Harry and Arthur asked the chef, “How much did he offer you?”
She put her face down and stared in mute fear. Likewise, Nichole who was already tearing up, asked with a shaky voice, “Was that what you were trying to do when I got to the kitchen?”
Instead of speaking, she was ashamed and could not raise her face. Meanwhile, Arthur was more upset with the whole situation, especially when he saw Nichole tearing up. He held her hand, squeezed it, and gave her a peck before he assured her, “Be strong, dear. Nobody can harm you.”
In the heat of the moment, Mr. Harry was cantankerous because he saw the woman he loved being held and dotted on by another man. Despite the situation, he still looked Arthur in the eyes and flared up, “If I can’t have her, you won’t have her too.”
“Slap. Slap.”
After Arthur hit him twice on both cheeks, he smirked in ascendancy and declared, “I would have given your threats a thought if I don’t have her yet.”
“Shit!” Mr. Harry, who was holding his right cheek, blurted out.
His eyes grew feeble in frustration when he saw how Nichole was holding Arthur and the sparkling engagement ring on her third finger. Just then, they heard a police siren. Then, it dawned on him that Arthur was not someone to joke with and his game was up. Without a second thought, he repented immediately.
“Arthur, don’t tell me you wish to hand me over to the authorities at my age.”
“I wish to revisit the death of my brother, Williams,” Arthur looked into his eyes and declared.
Now, Mr. Harry was shocked and mumbled, ‘What has this got to do with William’s death? Is he accusing me of having hands in his death?’
“Let us go, sweetheart,” Arthur held Nichole’s hand and demanded.
She got up at once. Then, he faced the security and called out, “CSO.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Go to the station with them and hand over the chef’s recorded confession to the authority.”
“I got it, Boss,” he answered.
“I am sorry, Mrs. Bailey. I was deceived,” the chef pleaded.
Everyone ignored her plea and Arthur faced the security guard and declared, “Ensure that he leaves with his property because my rabbits can’t even have them.”
“It is all right, Boss.”
Then, Arthur placed his hand on Nichole’s waist and walked out of the security post while Christopher looked away in defeat. The Chief Security Officer opened the estate gate for the police van, and they drove in. He handed his bouquet to him and accompanied them to the station with his car.
Nevertheless, Arthur and Nichole walked back to her apartment and Arthur drew her closer and gave her a quick kiss. Then, he looked into her eyes and declared, “I won’t have you sleep here alone this night. Let’s move to my apartment.”
“I got it. Please give me a moment.”
“It is all right,” Arthur accepted and sat down.
He picked up his jacket while she rushed to her room, picked up the items that she would need for the night, and returned to the parlor.
“Shall we?” she asked him.
“Certainly. Get your car keys. You are driving us.”
“It is okay, dear,” she accepted and got the keys.
Meanwhile, Arthur, who was smiling ecstatically, got into the passenger’s seat, and Nichole got into the driver’s seat.
She fastened her seatbelt while he admired her. He could not resist the urge to kiss her but controlled himself when he remembered that they were not in his fully tinted car.
He simply admired her and said, “You are too beautiful, my love.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” she appreciated him and drove off. Soon, they were in his apartment.
‘This is good. I have not been driven by a woman for a long time,’ he thought happily and got out of the car as soon as she parked.
Then, he helped her with her stuff. Thereafter, they walked into the house hand in hand and walked straight to his bedroom. Arthur, who felt that his position as the legitimate man in Nichole’s life was threatened by Mr. Harry, was sexually turned on and he needed to reassure himself that he owned her completely. As Nichole was about to take off her shoes, he dropped her stuff on the table, held her tightly to his chest, and whispered, “You are mine.”
“Yes. Now and always,” Nichole reassured him but he was still scared.
“How did he know that we are getting married?” He asked.
“It is obvious. But it baffles me that the chef could be so stupid.”
“People can’t be trusted.”
“You are right.”
He wanted to be certain that she did not have any interest in Mr. Harry and he asked her with a wavering voice, “Would I have lost you to him if I was a bit late?”