Soon, everyone left for their various homes and I was still breaking words with Salsa, who I knew was tipsy and heavy in her eyes after having so much to drink. Virtually everyone was alcoholic tonight and I wondered who would run to my rescue if Brian should pounce on me like a lion.
"Won't you go to your husband?" Salsa reminded me with an emphatic look on her face. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled briefly in what I took for mockery.
I could perceive much of the exudates of rum from her now.
My countenance fell hugely especially when I recalled the man she called husband wasn't just mad but violently mad. Wasn't he the reason I was still outside till this moment? I just wish they could mind their business and let me perch wherever I wanted.
Salsa's eyes were still around me, perhaps expecting nothing else than my response.
"I will…I will go…go to him," even my voice shook with uncertainty and I became scared to call him my husband. That clause wasn't yet activated in me. I only existed in this marriage and the outcome was what I watched for? I …" I was interrupted by him again.
"Ta! Ta! Haha! I win! I win! I will kill you! I will kill you! You know me!" Brian's scream echoed into the quiet night before he shook and kicked on the door, leaving its hinges creaking and almost pulling it down.
My scared gaze was locked into Salsa's who was still glugging down wine.
"I know you are scared to go because of that," Salsa said, and sipped even more heavy wine, "You must return to him. Everyone is looking forward to that now."
I looked around and got churned by the vagueness of the entire villa so I wondered the people she talked about.
She pointed my attention to the cameras which were hanging almost at every strategic point. "Did you see those cameras?" she asked and added, "The billionaire must be staring at us now, waiting for you to return to the chambers of your husband. I know you want to spend the night here but it is not just possible. I don't think it is in the marriage agreement." She stood to her feet and staggered, "You made a mistake in the first place," she staggered yet again, pointing at me while I wondered what she meant. "You should have gotten tipsy before now, so that you can look your husband in the eyes and tell him go to hell and stop making a noise." She staggered away.
I became more scared, especially now she was leaving me all alone this lonely well lit spacious sitting room.
Brian was still busy kicking against the door and shouting at the tops of his voice. I perceived he was at the door now, so was I expected to knock on the same door? Wouldn't he pounce on me and devour me at sight? A lot paced into my head. I needed help definitely.
"Your husband maybe calling on you," Salsa reminded me as she staggered farther away, "Yes, it is high time you started learning the language of the insane".
"Hold on, Salsa," I beckoned on her and paced to her side, "I really want to know if there is another entrance to his chamber," I mumbled.
She shook her head abruptly, "Hell no, Melissa," she gazed upon me for the last time as though she had an important message to give, "If you have a pure heart, you can boldly go right in there and command him to be still. He is supposed to be fascinated to see his wife and not violent. Enjoy your wedding night. Good night, Melissa." she intoned softly and staggered away with a tune of whistle sounding from her lips.
"No! No! No! Let me be! Let me be!" Brian shouted at the tops of his voice, with furious, repeated kick on the door. "Ha! Ha!"
I flinched in fear and gazed upon this mighty door wondering what I would do the moment I got there. About Salsa said, I took it with a pinch of salt because she was drunk and was bound to sound impossible. I gazed upon the one million dollar credit card in my possession and I shook my head in regret and pain before cold tears trickled down my cheeks.
I had signed to the contract marriage and there was no going back. Squeezing the credit card back into my hand bag, I summoned the courage to go to my mad husband.
Each time I threw a step further to the door, his scream became even more terrifying and troublesome that I considered keeping to myself and not trying any ways.
I stared at the cameras. Fanny might be staring at me like Salsa said and it would be an error to spend the night outside. Otherwise that was what I intended doing. Nobody in my shoes would dare go to Brian, to share same roof as him, No! Nobody would dare such. That boy was violently mad. What if he throttled me or even harm me with a weapon.
Gradually I threw a few steps to the door when I noticed he had stopped shouting. As I advanced to the door, my entire body shook with the fear of the unknown. I wanted to run yet I had no option to do so. It was forward ever now.
Almost getting close to the door, Brian resumed his shouting and I flinched like a troubled kitten, shutting my ears with my palms and gnashing my teeth. My eyes lined with horror.
I believed he perceived my presence because when I whispered at the door, "Hi Brian, your wife is here", He quietened even stilly.
Carefully I thought it wise to pull down the handle on the door, after I unlocked it with the key in it.
Once the door opened, I was staring at well-suited Brian with heavy chains bound on his hands and feet, barely giving him enough room to move freely.
Then I heard voice behind me, "The billionaire wants to confirm if you are inside now, so I can unlock his chains," one of the servants said
"Holy cow"! I exclaimed…