The Playboy Attorney and His Arranged Wife

CHAPTER 2 - Meeting His Soon-To-Be Stepmom

I

Thursday afternoon at around five o'clock, the four lawyer hunks were all ready for the engagement party of Atty. Garette's father. Atty. Greg offered to use their family's private jet. So, they traveled by jet, going to Texas, the place where Atty. Garette’s father had stayed more rather than in Cambridge. They landed at the heliport inside the wide dairy farm and cattle ranch of Atty. Garette's father. Attorneys Greg, Paolo, and Hector were amazed upon seeing the wide and marvelous dairy farm and cattle ranch of Atty. Garette's father.

"Wow, this is absolutely amazing Brod. We can even have a car race here!" Atty. Greg exclaimed as he surveyed with his rounding eyes the whole wideness of the premises.

Atty. Garette just laughed. "Wait until you see my father's mini-mountain farm full of fruit-bearing trees and vegetables," he said with pride.

"Wowow, I can't wait to see them brod!" Atty. Paolo, who loves mountaineering aside from racing, became suddenly interested when he heard about the mini-mountain farm.

Atty. Garette's father once lived in Cambridge but when he visited Texas, especially his wife's city, the Fort Worth, he decided to stay although still maintaining all his properties in Cambridge. He found his wife's place a very good place for his cattle ranch and dairy farm business.

A Toyota Granvia was already waiting for them when they landed at the cattle ranch's heliport.

"Dude, I guess, I will enjoy it here. Maybe we can stay until Sunday?" Paolo seemed to feel ecstatic about the place.

"Yeah, I will suggest that too actually, I would even suggest a longer period, if not for me and Garette's client meeting on Monday afternoon. Ow, maybe we can return to Cambridge by Monday morning?" Atty. Greg was serious in his suggestion and his three lawyer friends looked at each other. Thereafter, laughter filled the inside of the Toyota Granvia.

"What's funny? Isn't it plausible?" furrowing, Atty. Greg sneered.

"No one will argue. We will return on Monday morning if that's what you want." Atty. Garette was the one who replied while the two in the back seat simply nodded and said simultaneously.

"Agree!"

Atty. Greg grinned widely. "Good. Let us enjoy it for a while here."

As they alighted from the van, they saw a good-looking man in his late sixties, sitting in a wheelchair, waving his hand to them.

It was Atty. Garette's Father, who is called Don Raffy by his staff and/or workers on the farm, has been eagerly waiting for them already at the gate of the Le Brione's mansion.

II

After having their sumptuous dinner of mostly seafood dishes, they had coffee on the terrace on the third floor of Le Brione's mansion. The terrace's space is very strategic as standing in its middle would give you a view of the mountainous ranges, while on the left side, you will be overwhelmed by the wide array of the cattle ranch.

Standing on the right side edge of the terrace, Atty. Garette, spewed an air of excitement. He could see their man-made waterfalls like a swimming pool. It was dimly lit but he could see the glittering of falling water and those gazebos with dim lights of different colors. This is one of the attractions also inside their ranch, which he loves to spend time with every time he is on vacation here.

His three friends were busy having their coffee while playing cards. They were playing a lucky 9-card game, which he had no interest in.

"Hey, Garette, come on join us here," Atty. Greg called him but he just waved his hand and shook his head.

Atty. Greg suddenly stood up and approached him.

"Wow, awesome sight, bro. How about having a night swimming there in your waterfalls?" Atty. Greg asked when he saw the view on that side.

"Come on Greg, let us do it tomorrow night. I want to lay my back on the bed now." Atty. Paolo refused as he slowly stood up. He was followed by Atty. Hector.

"Killjoy!" Atty. Greg sneered but followed his friends anyway.

"Garette, how about you?" it was Greg, who asked.

"Just go, I just want to feel more fresh air here," Garette said, shooing his friend away.

Left alone on the terrace, Atty. Garette stood still in the same area for a couple of minutes. He just loves watching the cascading water.

After a moment, Atty. Garette furrowed. He saw a figure slowly walking, going to the waterfalls. He could not actually recognize the woman, who seemed to be oblivious to her surroundings. She is even wearing a flowing white nightgown.

Furrowing more, Atty. Garette, decided to go down and check who the intruder was. His sister who is staying now in Las Vegas has not arrived yet or most probably will never come because she was against their father's new marriage; so basically, no other woman should be here wandering around, unless that woman was a nymph, a fairy, or a white lady.

He made brisk strides going to the waterfalls with a heaving heartbeat. He did not believe in fairies or white ladies, although according to some stories, their places have such mythical creatures. He blew some air from his lungs, dismissing fear from his mind.

Walking near the waterfalls, he saw the silhouette of the mysterious woman standing in a nearby gazebo. Her long, wavy golden hair was being swayed by the cool dancing wind together with the hem of her flowing nightgown.

Slowly, without creating any sound, Atty. Garette, stood at the back of the mysterious woman and, without any warming, embraced her belly with his right arm while putting his left hand on her mouth.

"Who are you?" he whispered in his usual interrogating tone.

The woman wriggled from his grip, and he gave way. She faced her immediately and tried to slap him, but Atty. Garette was quick enough to hold her hand.

"You are real?" he asked, amazed while intensely looking at the goddess beauty in front of him. She was like a virgin fairy in her white flowing nightdress and her face, although the place was dimly lit, he could ascertain the mesmerizing yet innocent beauty therein.

"Who are you, woman?" once again he asked as he grabbed her wrist when she tried to run away.

She then intended to slap him again, but Atty. Garette did not let her, instead, he pulled her nearer to him, cupped her face, and kissed her punishingly.

When the kiss was finished, the woman was able to break free. She slapped Atty. Garette so hard and then she ran away.

Atty. Garette was left near the gazebo, shocked while holding his face, slapped by the woman.

Nearby, in one of the nearby gazebos, there was a man's silhouette, sitting in his wheelchair, who witnessed everything that happened.

The night became slow-moving for Atty. Garette. Sleep seemed to have deserted him. He could still imagine the anger that crossed the woman's beautiful face when she slapped him that hard. But what he could not forget more was the soft lips of hers that melted his frozen heart. This is the first night that a woman overwhelmed his mind, making his senses fully alive!