"YOU officially my fiancée Miss Charlotte." Wesley echoed in the dimly lit room.
There was no response from the lady as she was lost in her own world. The idea of being a line with Wesley Jameson didn't ugur well with her. Although this is not the first time of being locked in room within, the difference was that she is sober. She peered into his active eyes which hovered about her.
If this was the price to a better life for her family. To be his.
Her mind played back to Nelissa at the club who slept with every divk and harry to pay up bills. She shrugged. She won't have to give her body to several other men, just this maniac. He is handsome. She could manage.
Her eyes trailed back to him as he tolled with with some ceramics on his bedside table.
This was going to be their first night together. Running it through from how she got here. He'd come to see her at the bar where she worked and then brought some weird looking men as escorts. As a renowned man people knew who he was. He'd been there severally on disguise but he came up this time rather himself and then threw the contract papers at her face. She shamelessly took it and signed it because he'd been pestering her.
Not actually, he'd began to fund her mother's treatment.
"Sleep princess, tomorrow's gon be a busy day" at his words, Charlotte's anxiety died. She pressed hard against the sheets of the bed. Shuffling her feet's, she joined him on the bed with her face in the opposite.
"Hmmm" she heard him scoff.
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"Good morning sunshine!" Wesley's voice rang.
"Good morning," Charlotte responded stretching her arms apart as she yawned. The reflection from the blazing sun outside shone in the room hitting her gaze.
Wesley looked stunning in his black blazers and fits. Charlotte could not help but stare at him. It has been the longest night. The first time she had had a good sleep in a long while.
"Freshen up quickly and be down for breakfast. We are going on a tour." Wesley gasped as he tossed his keys in the air and dashed out of the room.
Charlotte got down from the king sized bed and then went on into the bathroom. It had Wesley's scent. She took in a deep breathe. And then exhaled. She let the warm water splash on her skin as she embraced the warmth it brought. She shot her eyes.
There was a soft knock on the door, Charlotte had been sitting recasted, she could not find her suitcase which she'd brought with her. After she'd helped herself with the skincare products on the dressing table, she'd reached out for her box of clothes she remembered Wesley helping her put it in the walk-in closet.
"Come in" she said softly as she watched the door knob twitch side by side.
A petite lady walked in with a branded bag.
"Good morning madam. Master asked me to bring this to you. He says you should discard thoughts about you old clothes. I apologize for the inconvenience." She said leaving the bag on the bed and then bowed before closing the door behind her.
"Huh… I knew he was to blame." Charlotte sighed.
She had breakfast alone in his grand dinning table, chewing silently she wondered where he'd gone. Finally she was done. The maids who served her led her to outside to the parking lot. She stood waiting as she was told to do.
She pinched on the Jean jacket. The branded bag which she had his maid bring up to her was a pair of Jean pants, a white Tshirt, Jean jacket and sneakers.