Chapter 5 WITH ROOMMATES

Charles and I settled in the living room that only had a convertible couch while his helpers packed my clothes and books in the bedroom. I was embarrassed to serve him juice in the stainless steel glass when he said he was thirsty, but he picked it up from the tray like it didn’t matter to him at all what kind of glass he was being served the juice in.

Someone who must have never drunk in any other glass except for the finest quality tumbler made with the best available material was drinking water in a stainless steel table glass because that was all I had at home. But he didn’t make any deal out of it, and that was another thing of his that appealed to me quite much.

There are some people who are too lost in their so-called world that they lose touch with reality and don’t realize that many people are not on the same boat as theirs. There are middle-class people and low-class people as well who live just as fine in the things that they are able to afford and the kind of things that they can afford.

They are only categorized like that because of their income, and in no way in terms of their values, ethics, and morals. That man sitting right there on my couch was very different, and I developed a soft corner for him already, and going out on a date with him was going to be difficult for me to resist whatever I was feeling for him. But because I had already given him a word, I was no way going to back off from it.

My driver enters the mansion that belongs to me since I am married to the owner of this villa now. Every time that I see it, I forget all that I have been thinking about in my mind while riding in the car, and I prepare my mind to return to my husband who is very loving and sexy, and he personifies the word irresistible.

Looking at the parking section to see if his car is parked, I feel a little sad about his car not being there in the lot. He has cars for every occasion such as going to work, going for a long drive, going out with friends and, of course, one for him and I. Having one car for me was a big deal to me, and here I have a car for me which is over and above all of the cars that he owns.

As I saw all the other cars parked except the one that he takes to work, I understood that he has gone to the office. I hope it is because of an urgent meeting that must have been called in to discuss the strategy of the fraud control agency that he has hired to identify the person responsible for the fraudulent transactions happening from the company’s bank account.

Going back to remember the talk in my mind that I had with Charles about moving in with roommates, my face catches a smile once again, and because the servants in the house are looking at me to acknowledge and greet me, I let that smile be for them as I respond to every single one of them not to let them feel that I am going crazy.

When I reach my bedroom, I get in my bed to rest some till Charles gets back home because I need a fresh mind to figure out the way to convince him for the plan that I have in mind to take some time off from our daily life and get away with him to live differently for a while. And we could possibly do a few interesting things that he and I have always wanted to do, but I will have to list them down before I talk to him about it.

Instead of sorting that out in my mind, my mind is still wanting to replay the talk that I had with Charles about moving in with roommates which was around three years ago. When the two people were packing my stuff in the bedroom, Charles and I were sitting on the couch in the living room randomly looking here and there, figuring out what we could do.

Wanting to let him know about my living arrangement so that he does not feel odd when he sees other girls in the new apartment as well, initiating a conversation about it felt best to me. So, I mentioned, “I will be living with roommates now. I don’t know what that will be like as I have lived all by myself since my late teenage years.”

“If you’re not sure about it, then why are you moving with them?” He questioned.

I felt a little insulted to tell him about not being able to afford another home like the one that I was living in at that time, I got lost in coming up with an excuse. The landlord had asked me to vacate that house as he didn’t want to renew the rent agreement because his own son was coming to stay in that apartment since it was closer to the college he got into.

Lying to him didn’t feel right and moreover I had no reason to lie to him. It was his choice to come and help me with whatever I was doing, and that definitely included being aware of why it was happening. So, I gave up thinking about the excuse for moving in with roommates, and I said, “My lease is over, and I cannot afford another place like this.”

His reply to what I said was unthinkable, and I couldn’t have ever thought of him giving me an option like that. I had my eyes widened and my jaw hanging when he said, “I have a big house and got a couple of bedrooms. You can stay there until you find an affordable house for you. That way we can also spend time together and get to know each other better. What do you think about this?”