Micheal's hands did most of the talking on bed. He refuses to repeat about the drug dealing now that I have the bug on and ready to record the conversation for his downfall.
"Baby, talk to me," I try to conjure him, "Tell me how it all started."
"When I saw you up on that stage seducing the audience with your sexy dance moves, I knew we would happen. That we'll be a thing."
I roll my eyes at his love blabbing.
"What I didn't know was when," he continues, "but you end up making everything easier by making the first move. That was so bold, baby."
My hand moves to his head, and I start playing with the silky strands of his hair, "Baby I was asking you about the drug business, not about us."
"I want to talk about us. I just realized I haven't really told you how much I love you."
"You love me?"
"More than you could ever imagine."
He shuts the rest of my words with his kisses. The softness of his lips pushes loud moans out of my lips.
I didn't expect the chaos that would wake me up the next morning. While the sun is busy painting the sky with its vibrant golden colours, the voices of some people fighting downstairs keep rising by the minute.
I had first thought it was Micheal's men having one of their squabbles, but on hearing Natasha's catty voice, my speed increases.
Natasha is trying to manoeuvre her way into the front door against the housekeeper's will.
"I need to speak to your boss and I need to do it now!!" she barks.
"Madam says she doesn't want to see you here anymore." the housekeeper retorts.
"I'm not here to see her!"
"What's happening here?" I ask, gracefully, refusing not to let the irritation I'm feeling at that point show in my voice.
"You…" Natasha glares back at me. The anger in her eyes could ignite a burning flame.
I flash her a curt smile, "What do you want this time around?"
"Where's your husband? Since you won't leave mine alone, I might as well destroy yours!"
A snorty laugh escapes my throat. "Get over with the delusion already. You and I know what this is. Just the same way we both know about your situationship with George."
"You mean that this is an—"
I glare back at her, "Don't you dare."
Her smile turns evil, "Or what?"
"You won't like what you would get this time around." I tilt my head without breaking my gaze. My eyes beholding promises on how to properly deal with her.
My attention snaps off the soap opera I'm watching later in the day when a text dings on my phone.
I have what you want. Bring the money in cash when you're ready for the exchange.
I read it again for the second time, just to make sure that my eyes aren't deceiving me.
I'm three million dollars away from ending this whole mess.
Relief washes over me.
I slump into the couch and start shedding tears of joy.
Ten minutes later, I'm pacing about the room, thinking of the possible ways to get such a huge amount from.
Micheal surprises me later that evening with a bunch of roses.
"Hey angel, I got these for you."
"Really?" I sniff it, inhaling the divine scent, "I love them."
"Let's go out for dinner tonight."
While he rushes into the bathroom to freshen up, I narrow my eyes suspiciously at the gesture.
What could he be up to? Am I now getting played?
Micheal opens the door for me and I enter the empty restaurant an hour later. The gesture gets grander when I realize that he had booked the whole restaurant for the night so that we could have a romantic but private dinner.
"Why would you do that?" I ask before taking a sip of the equally expensive wine.
"Because you deserve it. I've realized how much you meant to me. I need you in my life, Samantha."
I place my hand on top of his, "We're already married."
"The only reason why I've rushed our marriage is because I didn't want to lose you. I have loved you right from the first night I set my eyes on you."
Not knowing what to reply, I decide to take a long sip from the glass, just to hit me enough seconds to think.
This is all too good to be true.
I can't wrap my brain on how the switch came about. From obsessing over him, to getting him to being the one now obsessed with me.
It will be best if I play along.
"I love you too baby," I drawl, flashing him a charming smile, "That was why I made the move."
The thoughts on how to get the money remain in my mind. It keeps me restless for half of the night. And while Micheal snores softly beside me, I toss and turn.
At some point, I sneak out of the bed and out of the room as well. My phone placed on my ear, while it dials Dave's number.
"What now Sarah?" he mutters on picking the call.
"I've got the recorder."
His voice deepens from excitement, "For real?"
"Yeah. But…"
The excitement drops, "But what?"
By the time I'm done explaining the deal I made with Vanessa and the amount she is asking for, Dave has already cursed me with every vile words he could think of.
His voice rises again, but this time from anger, "Who the fuck is this Vanessa?"
"Micheal's PA."
When he doesn't say anything for a while, I continue, "Sir, we need to close this case."
"And where do you expect me to get that kind of money from?"
"I—I don't know. Can you borrow from—"
The phone beeps, call ends. Another dead end.
My back slumps to the wall and I start sliding down it.
What am I going to do? The question lingers in my mind. But no answer was coming to my head.
I stay in that position and soon drift off to sleep. A voice wakes me up at some point. When my sleepy eyes look up, it meets Micheal's worried face.
He lowers himself down and asks, "What is it, angel? Why are you crying?"