The Billionaire's Desire

Chapter Six

Sebastian's POV

I barely slept a wink yesterday so I was up before sunrise and went for a run. I couldn't stop thinking about Amy. Was it the way she defiles me? or the fact that she was subtly shaken when she realized she had married a billionaire? Amy was like pieces of a puzzle, the more I tried to fix her, the less progress I made. I had struggled through the night, trying my best to not reach out for my phone and call her.

"Good Morning Nana" I greeted Nana with a kiss on her hair, she was cooking at the stove.

"Good morning my child, just in time for breakfast" she replied with a smile.

"I'd rather not Nana, I really don't feel like eating" I replied.

"Nonsense child, already made breakfast. The earlier you start eating the better for you".

"Besides, you look like you slept in hell. What happened?" Nana asked. 

"Nothing Nan" I replied avoiding her gaze.

"Don't give me that bullshit, did you fight with your wife?". She inquired again.

"Is it showing on my face?" I was bewildered.

"It very easy to guess, you both walk on eggshells around each other, not a very good sign for newlyweds".

"Anyways, the first step in maintaining a very healthy relationship is keeping every third party out of your relationship including me but I wouldn't mind the occasional gossip though" Nana sent me a wink.

"I think your wife is a very good woman, naive in most parts, very kind but she'll give you hell Sebastian and let's see if she changes you in the long run". 

"Whatever Nana" I replied rolling my eyes. It was useless trying to explain a marriage that will not last.

"Anyways Nana, I need to rush now" I planted a kiss on her forehead and fled the house before I'll be forced to eat breakfast.

***

We were driving through Amy's neighbourhood trying to locate the address she had given to us. I was surprised at her neighbourhood and at the same time shocked that such places really existed. The houses were mostly made of rusted corrugated zinc, there was a loud din at most corners as children played with such reckless abandon; kicking of old tins, or chasing each other, they were oblivious of the environment. I spotted a baker at the corner of the street turning his bread and at the same time selling some of the freshly baked loaves of bread to women who flocked around with baskets hooked in the crook of their elbows. It was a lively neighbourhood considering how alive the whole place was and it was still early morning. It smelt of poverty, happiness and contentment. They were the real winners. 

We finally got to Amy's house. It was a tall building whose washed, the yellow colour was all it had as a reminder of how proud it once stood. We parked the car at the corner of the street and entered the house.

"Do you know what floor she lives on or her room number?" Seth questioned. We were already at the elevator.

"Uhmm..." I scratched my head in embarrassment "I sincerely never thought about that". 

"I didn't know she lives in an apartment" I added.

"Well...there are 6 floors and we need to know the exact floor where she lives" Seth furrowed his brow.

"The only option we have is either calling her or asking any of the neighbours" Seth suggested again.

"Wait!" I held up my hand, trying to gather my thoughts "I think I may have seen her write out her address at one point. If I could just recall the exact floor number" I muttered.

"Well...but if you're not so sure Sir, we could simply call her and she'll meet us downstairs. Problem solved" Seth smiled.

"You're no fun" I chided him as I closed my eyes trying to recall what number I had seen.

"Sir but..." Seth started saying.

"4!" I screamed excitedly "I mean it's floor number 4" I cleared my throat and tried to hide the excitement from my voice.

"Are you sure sir?" Seth eyed me with doubts.

"Of course Seth" I replied.

"How about the room number, did you remember?" He asked again.

"Seth, we've got the floor number, it's only wise we just get there first. Finding the room would not be so hard".

Seth silently nodded his approval, I knew he was not in support of whatever gamble we were about to play. We punched the rusty key at the right-hand side of the elevator panel and waited for almost 20 minutes before the elevator door finally squeaked open. We got in and Seth hurriedly punched 4 on the keypad. We waited for an extra 30 minutes before the elevator door squeaked close again and another 30 minutes before it finally started ascending us. Seth wore his disapproval on his face after spending almost an hour working the darn elevator.

"Sir, why does the Madame still live here?" Seth questioned as soon as we reached our destination floor and surprisingly the elevator opened at once.

"We only got a marriage license, Seth, Amy is Catholic and she insists she wants to be wedded in the church first".

"She doesn't have to share the same bedroom with you until after the white wedding. There are a lot of rooms in the mansion, she could move in and stay there instead of residing in a place where the elevator and...".

"Ah...Ah...Ah..." I wiggled a finger at Seth "I would not have you insult or disrespect my wive's decision".

"I am sorry Sir, it's just that...".

"That's enough Seth" I interrupted again. 

"Well, I suggest we should start from this room first" I pointed to the room adjacent the elevator "let's try this one first".

We walked stealthily towards the door and pushed the doorbell. 60 seconds later...Seth pushed the doorbell again. Still no response.

"Ehmm...I don't think this person is around" Seth complained.

"Try knocking on the door instead, the bell may not be working" I suggested.

Seth knocked 3 times on the door, still no response.

"I don't understand Sir, you went out on a couple of dates and all that stuff most couples do before marriage; I find it really strange that you do not know her house or her room number" Seth quizzed.

I was taken aback by the question and was about to answer when the door flew open.

She was putting on grey sweatpants, a crop top that outlined her perky n*****s and a scarf around her hair. I fought the urge not to pin her to the wall and kiss the living daylights out her. 

"Sebastian?" Amy Shouted.

Amy's POV

I woke up to my house owner's text asking me to pay for the six months rent I owed or leave the house within the week. Knowing who she was, I quickly switched off my phone to avoid further nagging and embarrassment. Unable to sleep I roamed around my apartment looking for what to pawn in exchange for money. If I could just raise the three month's rent or even one, It would hold her off for a while at least. The only valuable thing I had left was a table. I had bought it at the flea market and with enough patience and finesse, I restored it to its former glory. The table gave a certain radiance to my room despite its gloominess but it had to go. I sighed wistfully as I caressed its smooth edges.

"Why must life be so difficult?" I muttered to the table.

I scanned the room again, checking for what needs to be added. My eyes fell on my phone, it had to go too. Asides from Joan, I really had no other close friend or family who checks up on me, so I am guessing no one would miss my absence. I crossed the room in quick strides as I turned on the phone...better to go through it one last time and probably back up the important stuff to my cloud. Shortly, a call came in from my boss where I worked as a waitress, I had forgotten to call him.

"s**t" I muttered before pressing the receive button.

"Amy" he called out angrily.

"Good morning Boss, I assure you, I have a perfect explanation for everything" I rushed out.

"Amy, you do understand that I run a business, a very important business at that. I pay you more than what you deserve more than any restaurant would ever give you in New York and this is how you pay me back" He sounded bitter.

I could picture him, pacing his tiny office with his protruded stomach, his ugly face squeezed with anger.

"I am so sorry boss, I was very ill" I lied "just got out of the hospital last night. I am so sorry".

"Well, I wish I could sympathize with you but I have to let you go, Amy, this is my life's work and I am not about to joke with it".

"Boss, I have been a model staff. Always on time, the customers were satisfied, never talked back at you, Boss I have been a submissive staff. I even allow some of the customers to grope me and all that and never once have I complained, not when I had to work late or come in earlier" my chest was heaving as tears streamed down my eyes, I needed this job.

"So please Boss, I beg you...give me another chance". 

"I am sorry Amy, someone already placed you, I just called to tell you not to bother coming. As compensation, I will pay you for this month. Good luck". 

The phone went dead in my hand. I crumbled to the floor as I cried my eyes out. No job means; no food, no internet, no rent. I was tired already.

The shrill sound of my doorbell shook me out of my piteous state as I jumped up in fright. I paused for a second trying to think of who would be knocking at my door this early. I quickly reached out for my cell phone and turned it off. Sixty seconds later, another ring followed and then another followed almost immediately. Then the ringing stopped for almost 30 seconds and was replaced with a knock. 

I gathered myself together as I tiptoed towards the door. It might be one of my generous neighbour trying to warn me that the building was on fire or something else. I just hoped it wasn't My landlady. I reached the door and took a deep breath before looking through the peephole. 

It was Sebastian.