Chapter 18: Chapter 18
Flashback continued
Adrian
Sherlock sighs after putting me in an age of suspense. Getting out of the stupor he was in, he told me the words I was most frightened to hear. "Adrian I'm never going to divulge this truth to Christina or anyone in this world but my divination says you are in for a deep shit in future. This was certainly not an accidental occurrence. That woman is a fox. As cunning as she is, she planned the complete operation with intellect and you were stupid to fall in the pit though I solemnly wish my instincts are wrong.
I inhale a staggered breathe looking towards the sky while sending a silent prayer to God and walk inside the room. "Amaira wake up" I tap on her naked shoulder feeling disgusted of myself. "Hmm" she flutters open her eyes stretching her body and greets. "Good Morning babe...." A few years back I would have fallen for that smile and initiated another love making session between us but not anymore.
Amaira was my first in everything, my first kiss and my first love and I lost my virginity to her. But today when I think of our past, I feel nothing but revulsion. She had shown me her true colours. That spark is long gone and she was the one to derelict it. She ruined me in ways that can never be joined.
As soon as she was fully awake I asked her the question I dreaded the most. "Are you on pills or any sort of contraceptive Amaira, because I did not practice safety while having sex with you." She doesn't answer me instead plays the curls that were falling on her shoulders.
"Amaira? Is that the way you used to call me, babe?" She makes her lips to an 'o' like she was a little girl of ten when angry with her father. "What happened to all those cheesy lines you used to say to me when we were in college? Those days were so romantic. Weren't they?" She circles her arms around my neck. "You used to be the school basketball champion so many girls had the crush upon you." She giggles dreamily staring ahead looking at some corner of the room. "I was the jealous cat seeing them openly flirt with you." Her eyes glitter in brightness recalling in beautiful memories and for a moment I thought I was lost in those arresting greens.
First love is difficult to forget but I'm not the one to fall in the same pit repeatedly. She is a manipulative, arrogant and cunning woman. "You used to call me Amy." She tells or rather accuses bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Amaira stop talking bullshit!" I tell her tiredly pushing away her hands that rested on my shoulders and put on my shirt that was discarded on one corner of the room. She walks to me and hugs me tight placing her head on my chest. My heart began beating faster. I shouldn't be feeling all this for her after undergoing so much because of her and her father.
Dad's words began to ring in my head. "She is a snake, be careful with her. She can attack you gilding to any form." He cautioned me when I went home for mom's birthday. How would he see everything that goes on in my mind with just one look into my eyes? It puzzles me on how he does that. Probably every father is bestowed with such special qualities. He has least credence on me even if I am the billionaire who cracks millions everyday in my business. I am a super smart jackass who makes any person taste his own shit when given a clash but has no answer to the sixth sense of my father.
Running her hands softly on my chest, Amaira raised her eyes to meet mine. Her voice was in the softness of silver. "Adrian let us forget and forgive everything that happened in the past and start afresh. I will speak to my father and he will call you if that's the thing that dares your ego." She brings herself closer to me and standing on her tippy toes she pecks my lips. "I'm very sorry. I truly apologize to you for everything." She tells me acting sincerity.
I control the stupid nerve vibrations that were making a chaos under my skin and then bawl at her. My dad was right she is a snake that would eat its own eggs. Ten years back I was no one almost like a beggar on the streets. She used me for her grades. Today she wants to use me once more but for a different reason. Her theory has always been the same but I am not the identical immature boy anymore. I understand today her stratagems with Excellency.
I have money I am the answer to all her financial problems. Her company can gain back its formal status with my help. If I withdraw my control on the shares of her firm, she can regain her enterprise and so she wants me back. "Get your hands out of me, you selfish woman. Do you think I'm the same seventeen year old boy who would fall for your tricks?" She removes her hands from my chest like she suffered an electric shock and looks at me in alarm.
"Take preventions before it's too late for the unwanted pregnancy in case you aren't on pills. For, I am not going to father a child from you. If you want I can take you to a gynaecologist.” I caution her in advance and leave the room without turning back. "Go to hell Adrian Martin." She yells behind me but it was too late. I have gone insensitive for her emotions long ago.
End of flashback
Dressed in a black tuxedo with a white shirt underneath I check myself through the mirror. "Wow my son looks so handsome." Angelica walks inside the room and kisses my cheek pulling my head down to her level. "Mom stop it, I am not your seventeen year old boy anymore." I grumble. "If Abby gets to witness your kisses on my face, I am in for a lot of trouble." I crib like a five year old boy.
"I have seen everything...." Abigail who was hiding behind the wall of the door comes out of her secrete place. But all the teasing and sniggers come to an end once dad walks inside the room. Thank heavens!
"Hello young man, all set to move to the church? Christina's dad called me just a couple of minutes back. The decorations are made with Lilies according to your choice." He winks, pats my shoulder and looks with love in his eyes, the love that I always see but would stay concealed under his patriarch lashes unlike the expressions of mom that are invariably open.
"Hi bro, all set to become the slave?" Allesandro walks to me as Edith follows with little Laura playing in her arms. I pick up my niece from Edith's arms and kiss her chubby cheeks." Laura giggles suddenly going enthusiastic jumping in my arms. "Oh you also know, your uncle is getting married today?" I ask my eighteen months old niece.
"Come on brother let us take you to church before you are drunk in that pensiveness." Abby and Edith accompany on my either sides walking me out of my room. Mom and dad walk behind me along with Allesandro.
The church was decorated beautiful with flowers. I was standing at the aisle rubbing my hands along with each other. Sherlock stood besides looking at me in puzzle and raising one of his brows. I scowl at him. "This is my marriage not yours." He clears his throat smiling at someone seated at the visitor’s seat. "You are not the first man getting hanged on the cross." I elbowed him in the ribs arresting the titter out of my lips while he slumps muttering "ouch".
After he comes back to his position, I whisper in his ears the wish I wanted to get realized. He looks at me stunned like I have grown two heads and I stare back at him going stoical like an innocent deer caught in the headlights.
Ten minutes later
Normally a bride’s room on her marriage will be filled with hair dressers, beauticians and lots of relatives. I do not know what stunt Sherlock might have pulled but I walk to empty room with no one other than Christina. My buddy is at times hard to deal but he is my true friend who can go to any extant to see me happy.
Chris goes perplexed to see me in her room. Before she reacts to my impishness, I walk to her in swift strides and plunge my tongue deep inside her throat. My arms automatically go on her tummy enjoying the movements of our baby as I kiss her. The smooch was of the appetency, ache and longing. My tongue wiggled, pulsated, and made contortion sweeps of her mouth’s vault marking my dominance.
"Chris, I'm sorry for this. I do not make slips wanting." I clean the smudges of her lipstick with my handkerchief. "Promise me today that come what may you will stay with me as my wife in both my thick and thin times."
She extends her lips and nods, pulling my face to hers for another impassioned session of strong feelings.