Chapter two : roommates
"Eat Arnold", she instructs with a smile.
I pick my cutlery and attack the steak gently, and then she speaks again, "let's get married, Arnold".
She says it and sips her wine as her blue eyes poke for an answer.
The steak hooks my throat, and I try to push it down with water. My eyes turn red, and then she says to me, "you will be compensated well for it".
"What compensation? "Marrying you is all the compensation I would need," I say in my head.
I do not answer, as my head repeats the word "prank" continuously.
"Ohh it is not a joke", she says, reading my expression.
"You and I are getting married, and I would like to call my lawyer now," she stands and walks back to her desk and places a call.
I don't hear anything, so I wait patiently for her to return. I don't even get the chance to protest.
I see her walk back towards me in her suit, half skirt and heels, which puts her fine figure and bust out there.
She sits back and cups her glass again, taking a sip. She says "my lawyer will be here soon".
Let's finish our lunch", Queenie says.
I say now for the first time properly, "you are not kidding, you want to marry me?"
"Yes, our first marriage will be today after you sign the nondisclosure forms."
I hear her, but I don't mind. Rich people like to be secure about their choices. I don't mind, I calm myself.
And then the door opens and a darkly tall and handsome man walks in.
"You are early," I blurt out.
"I used the helicopter," he said.
"I stared wide-eyed, and he adds "the cooperation has two". He puts his hand in his briefcase and fished out some papers and handed them to me. I don't look at them, I just check for the place to put my signature.
"You should read that, or have a lawyer check it out for you,! Ray Clifford says.
"No, I am fine," I reply. He turns over to the back and says "you will have to leave your signature here as well".
"Okay, since we are all done here, I will be going now, have a happy married life," Mr. and Mrs.Shaw," he announced before making his way out of the office.
"Wait! "How did he know my name? I ask out loud.
"He drafted the papers you just signed, it is not today he did that," she said.
"I know a lot about you, and so does he,"
"You are the right man for me", she says and adds, "come, let's go get married".
I follow her, we end up in the New York State Court.
And before noon, we had become Mr. and Mrs. Shaw. As we walked out of the court house, she says, "I will like you to move in before the white wedding".
I was excited she could not wait.
And I would like that to be today. I just agree, and then we go to my place and then penthouse, her pent house, which was a thirty minutes drive
And in this moment, I have calculated all the possible sex positions I could think of.
As crazy as it sounds, we have not even held hands to me. I felt the excitement welling in my trousers about how I would feel when it all happened.
I am patient, and a patient man, they say, eats the fattest bone.
We got to her building and took the elevator up to the 12th floor. She opened the door with a key card from her bag.
And as we entered, there was another beautiful lady in her nighties, and I could see her titties poking out from half revealing clothing. She was not as busy as Queenie Dale, she was Christine Monroe. who I just got introduced to. A brunette who is Queenie's roommate is a slender lady with lips thin you would not mind kissing every second.
She walks to the bar at the right part opposite the kitchen counter and pours me a glass of wine. She walks and hands me wine and says "you should be relaxed husband, nobody will eat you".
Her voice was so enticing and confident, another reason why she told me to relax felt alarming.
Queenie showed me to my room and vanished.
I took a shower, and there I held unto my wand to relieve me of all the sexual build-up growing within me.
After I was done, I went to the leaving room to watch some TV.
Christine was the only one seated there, and she asked "when is the white wedding?
"This weekend", I reply to her, and as my eyes fall on her body, swallow hard. She walks and seats close to me, her hand resting on my lap, and then she says, "let me help you relax and get acclimatized a bit as her hand moves between my laps and holds my dick".
She moves her soft hand gently across its length, tightening her grip each time she comes close to the cap. Her back was relaxed beside me, and she continued to play with it as short moans left her lips. I am enjoying this minute and every second, but then I turn to observe her, her other hand dipped between her own thighs.
I don't complain, I don't worry, I just enjoy the moment.
As she continued, I would feel my juice well up, and then Christine went faster. I released inside my sweatpants. She withdraws her hand slowly, stands up and leaves.
Here, I feel this is a trap, a test, but the deed has been done. but then I reasoned my whole day has been a trap.
From the moment I left my house up until now. The best I can do is enjoy it all, and it is the only thing I can control, how I feel.