The Greeks Contract Marriage

CHAPTER FOUR: FRESH START

Bailey could not remember the last time that she had felt this comfortable in a bed; last night was now a distant memory of hers. She remembered feeling dizzy and then Demetrius catching her in his arms, right before she could hit the floor.  His eyes looking deep into hers just like a fairytale movie but she was old enough to know the truth, life was in a no way a fairytale and it was best that she remembered that.

“Are you okay?” Demetrius had asked Bailey. Her mouth too heavy to answer him with words or was it that Demetrius was close enough to kiss her? Bailey simply nodded her head in agreement to Demetrius’ question. In no time, there were helpers surrounding her and taking her to what was now her room.

Bailey had expected to see what she would call a room, a bed, a wardrobe and maybe a television if she was lucky but what she saw was beyond what she had expected to see.

Her room was three times the size of her apartment; nothing was as she had imagined it to be. Her bed was not just a bed but also a queen size bed, draped in peach colored duvets, hundreds of pillows neatly placed onto the head of the bed, and even the curtains matched the bedding sheets. Bailey did not simply have a wardrobe; rather what she had was a walk-in closet with an en suit.

Her bathroom was one out of some style magazines with vanity mirrors everywhere and a bathtub to fit herself and two more other people, the view from her room was breath taking. It seemed as if the there was more to the mansion than meets the eye, because her room faced the back of the mansion and Bailey could see the tennis court as well as the swimming pool the size of the Olympic pool.

Bailey turned in her bed, looked at the window, streams of light shining through, it killed her mood. She did not want to leave this bed; it was comfortable unlike her bed back home with bed bugs that bit her so much that she’d actually have marks and swellings on her body. The neighbors here were far enough from them and there was no loud music to keep her awake the entire night.

Bailey turned her head in a hurry, there was a knock on her door and she was in no mood to get up from her comfortable bed.

“Who is it?” Bailey called out, silence and then an answer.

“It’s Mr. Foster” the woman called out, then it hit Bailey that Mrs. Foster was the lovely house help that had helped into her room last night when she had fainted. Still comfortably tucked into her bed, Bailey sat up, back against the pillows.

“Come on in” Bailey called out and the woman walked in. She was smiling at Bailey. Not knowing what else to do, Bailey smiled back at her. Bailey could not help but notice that the old woman carried piles of neatly packed cloths in her hands and she laid them onto the foot of the bed.

“What are these?” Bailey asked, moving in closer to examine the cloths.

“Those are the cloths Mr. Demetrius asked you to wear for now, until he can gets you newer ones” The old woman answered, unaware that Demetrius’ action has once again insulted her.

“Thank you” Bailey said, hiding the pain in her voice as she continued to examine the expensive pieces of cloths.

“I suggest you to dress quickly, it’s almost eight in the morning and breakfast will be served soon” Mrs. Foster told Bailey and before Bailey could ask anymore question, Mrs. Foster had left the room.

Bailey looked around her room, her very big room that was and she did not want to leave not even for breakfast. She removed her covers from her body, she stepped out of bed and she grabbed her gown and put it on.

Getting to the dining room was a nightmare for Bailey and for the first time since arriving at the mansion yesterday, she hated the fact that it was so big. After looking for the dining room for some time, she finally found the steps leading downstairs and in no time, she found the dining room.

Like the rest of the mansion, this room was also big and the floors tiled with the finest marbles that she had ever seen in her life. The ceiling was tiled with the finest ceiling tiles that she had ever seen, so surprised that her jaw almost dropped to the floor.

“Stop gnawing at my ceilings like that” Demetrius’ broke through the room, causing Bailey to look at his direction where he was sitting. Demetrius was already having his breakfast, neatly dressed in his maroon suit, white shirt and black tie. His black hair still damped from the shower that he had taken that morning.

He looked perfect and for a split second, Bailey wondered what it was that a rich man like Demetrius would want with a woman like her. She knew that she was not a weak woman but she knew where she stood. Bailey knew very well that she was far from the kind of people that Demetrius surrounded himself around.

“Will you eat or just stand there?” Demetrius asked Bailey, his voice more stern and cold, not like the soft and caring Demetrius that she had met last night. Bailey walked over to the table and pulled out a chair for herself and she sat down. Demetrius continued to eat away whilst, she stared at the table in front of her, an empty plate in front of her and a cup of tea placed on top of it. Besides those plates were cutlery, the type that she saw in movies. The type that made one confused over which one to use.

“Would you like some tea or coffee madam?” Bailey looked over her shoulder and there was a young woman standing right beside her, all smiles and ready to serve Bailey.

“Coffee please, Bailey answered with a smile on her face. The young woman poured hot coffee into her cup and Bailey thanked her. Within seconds, the plate of food placed on the table in front of Bailey; it was more like a feast for Bailey. Back at her home she had never eaten so much food before.

Without looking in Demetrius’ direction Bailey continued to eat her food. She turned her attention to Demetrius who pulled out his chair and retrieved his blazer.

“Where are you going?”  Bailey asked, without even thinking before asking Demetrius that question.

Demetrius looked at Bailey and he studied her for a while, something about this young woman intrigued him, she was outspoken, unlike the women, he dated who simply did what he demanded of them.

“I believe I have a job that I have to get to otherwise I’ll be late” Demetrius answered, his voice cool and collective.

Stop talking; stop talking she scolded herself mentally but her mouth could not do what her brain was demanding of her.

“You’re probably right, your boss might be mad at you if you arrive late for work” Bailey told Demetrius who raised his eyebrows at her.

“I don’t have a boss Bailey, I am the boss” Demetrius answered, his voice stern and full of confidence. Bailey wanted to slap herself across the face. How could she not have thought about it, after all, this house could only have belonged to a boss and not a common employee?

“Oh, I’m so sorry then” Bailey apologized, she did not know why she did that but she felt the need to do so. Bailey went back to eating her food, not paying attention to what it was that Demetrius was doing but she could still sense his presence nearby.

“Anyways I’ll be leaving, see you when I get back” Demetrius told Bailey and she simply nodded her head in agreement.

The door slammed shut and Bailey knew that Demetrius was gone and the sound of his engine roaring confirmed that he had left the property. Now that she was done with her meal, Bailey was lost. She was used to sleeping the entire day and then getting up late at night to go to work at the strip club.

Demetrius parked his car at the reserved parking spot right in front of his office building, he had a lot on his mind and thinking about Bailey was not helping matters. Walking through his building Demetrius was used to everyone greeting him, sucking up to him but today he paid no attention to that.

He got into the elevator all by himself, relieved that for the next few floors he would have time to think about matters in the elevator.

“What have you done to yourself Demetrius?” he asked himself, slamming his fist at the interior of the elevator. Frustration pouring out of him as the elevator climbed up to his office. Demetrius loved his mother but what he was doing was out of his character, he never brought any of his mistress’s back to his house, but here Bailey was, living in his house.

The ringing sound of the elevator rang, signaling that he had reached his office floor. The doors opened and Demetrius walked out, confident and looking unbothered. Being a boss thought him that it was best never to show any emotions or your employees might think that you were weak.

“Good afternoon Mr. Evan” His personal assistant greeted him as she quickly followed behind him. Claire had been working as Demetrius’ personal assistant for the past three years and she has done a remarkable job.

Demetrius got into his office, dropped his suitcase onto the floor and sat on his Italian leather chair, his attention on his secretary who sat opposite his desk. Clair placed piles of papers onto his desk and she pulled out her tablet, she began reading out his appointments for the day.

“Excuse me sir is anything the matter?” Claire asked him, Demetrius quickly erasing the millions of thoughts stuck in his head and focusing his attention back at Claire.

“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” he asked his secretary who seemed surprised. Demetrius was never the type to lose focus when matters concerned his business.

“I was saying the general manager at Fort wanted to see you this afternoon, should I book him in for an appointment?”  The manager at Fort was possibly one of the most crucial part of Demetrius’ new project and he needed the best contractors that Ford could supply him with.

“Just book him for another day, today won’t work” Demetrius answered. Claire nodded her head, agreeing to what her boss had said. She got up at her chair and just as she was about to leave, Demetrius called her back.

“Yes Mr. Evan” she answered her boss, her attention solely on her boss and ready to do his every bidding.

Demetrius was quiet for a while, thinking his decision. Demetrius was a calculating man and he had calculated his next move properly... almost properly that is.

“I want you to order a bouquet of red roses, the best you can find” Claire smiled, probably thinking that Demetrius had a new mistress.

“Sure sir and who should I send the flowers to?” She asked Demetrius, clearly eager to hear the new mistress’s name. Demetrius wanted to turn back on his decision but there was no turning back now, the ship had already sailed.

“I want you to address it to my fiancé, Bailey Madison” The reaction from his secretary’s face was one of utter shock. Her eyes grew bigger as if she had not heard what her boss had said to her.

“Excuse me sir but I don’t think I heard you right” Claire asked her boss, tablet in her hand waiting to hear something else other than what Demetrius had said before.

“I believe I told you to send the bouquet of roses to my fiancé, Bailey Madison.  Now I hope I’m clear about what I said?” Demetrius told his secretary, irritated that he had to repeat himself to Claire.

Clair quickly jotted down what her boss had said on her tablet and just when Demetrius thought that Claire had left, she had one more question to ask him.

“Where should I send the roses to, sir?” Claire asked Demetrius. This was the question that Demetrius was dreading the entire morning. He looked up from his table and focused his attention to Claire.

“She’s my wife-to-be, so she’s at my house obviously” Demetrius told Claire, a smile appearing from the corner of his mouth. Claire on the other hand did not seem too fort coming, she was shocked.

“Is there anything that I am missing, Claire?”

“No, no sir, nothing” Clair asked answered her boss.

“”Good, you may leave my office now” Claire nodded her head and left Demetrius’ office.  Demetrius took a deep breath and exhaled, his plan had finally worked. Now it was up to Clair spread the news that he was engaged.