Get Me Married

Chapter 2: the beginning

and the only way possible for it to happen was for him to get married as his grandfather wished. Which was an absurd wish to begin with, I didn’t understand why he was adamant in getting married Jordan married before he could get access to properties that were his rights. How could getting married be a criteria to having what was his? As we drove along, I suppressed the urge to groan out loud. Things were not going as I had planned, I never knew Jordan still had his eyes on Samantha and even if he did, it was absurd to want her as a wife after so many years. She was the best daughter in law for a mother such as myself but then again, I didn’t like her that much. She had the name, the reputation, plus we were pretty close friends with her family but that was it.  She was a spoilt brat. I turned to my bag and picked it up, placing it on my leg, I searched for my phone and dialed a number, the number of my personal assistant. It rang for a while and she didn’t pick up. I dialed the number again and waited impatiently for her to pick her phone and again she did not pick the call. I glared at my phone like it was the actual cause of my predicament, I was clearly frustrated. I dialled the number again while staring at my nails, they needed to be changed, though I had it done the previous day, but I no longer liked it on me.  The phone beeped and it signified that she had picked up the phone, finally. “Good day ma’am” her voice came from the other end of the line. She sounded breathless and nervous. “Get me in touch with Samantha Brandon, I need to know her where about immediately” I said to her. “Yes ma’am” she said immediately, still trying to catch her breath. “Keep the private jet ready for me, I might be leaving town soon” I added “Yes ma’am” she repeated. “And the day you miss one of my calls again, bear it in mind that you will loose your job that same day” I said sternly before hanging up, without allowing her to explain herself. ******* GENESIS I stared in my sleep, an excruciating pain shut into my head as I turned around on the bed, my hands automatically found my duvet and I dragged it over my body, I felt feverish and cold. I literally shivered. Then I felt someone turn on the lights, it felt like it could make me go blind forever.  My hands voluntarily went to my face and covered my eyes. “Rise and shine baby” I could hear Nate speaking cheerfully. I groaned at the sound of his voice, every thing was irritating to me that morning. “Come on, its noon” the bed dipped under his weight as he came closer to me. “Babe, you can’t sleep all day” he said again and I groaned louder in frustration, he was clearly annoying me that morning. My eyes slowly opened and closed again when the lighting that came from the room felt unbearable. But I opened it up again and allowed my eyes adjust to the light before I turned slowly to Nate. “My head hurts” I said in a voice that could express how I felt at that moment. “It’s called a hangover, you drank a lot last night” he smiled at me. “I have always drank a lot, it has never hurt this way” I added. He suddenly stared at me concerned and came closer. His hands went to my head and then my neck. “Shit, you have caught a fever” he said with concern written all over his voice. “Great, awesome” I said sarcastically and he groaned. He got up from the bed and went over to the first aid kit and brought out a thermometer. He came back to the bed and he gestured me to open my mouth which I did. He placed the thermometer in my mouth and came down from the bed again. I fell ill, I never fell ill. I was always immune strong and was always strong, how could I had fallen sick? I needed to go back home and great…….. I fell sick. When Nate came back, his hands were filled with tablets and drugs. I rolled my eyes and almost whimpered at the thought of taking those drugs. I hated drugs, I hated it so bad, I felt like I could shed tears at the sight of it. He pulled out the thermometer from my mouth and gaped at me. While I felt cold, I was beginning to fill so cold it felt like I should just wrap myself into my body but that was impossible. “Babe, we are going to the hospital” Nate said and my eyes shut open. “What? No” I protested. “You are burning up beyond words Genesis, you need more than this routine drugs” he said and came down from the bed. He walked over the ward rope and searched for a shirt for himself. “I will be fine, come on don’t stress” I insisted when I saw him taking out my clothes too. He gave me no response and came back with the clothes he held in his hands. The look on his face proved he wasn’t going to listen to anything I had to say. I actually regretted why I followed him to his apartment, I should have gone back to the apartment I shared with the girls and sleep myself to stupor and I didn’t. “Babe, I can’t take you back home looking sick please” his eyes softened and the concern in his voice was more profound. “Where the hell are you going to get money for. ….” “Shhhh, let’s get to the hospital first” he interrupted. I became more worried, I knew Nate for sure would do anything for me if he could and that was what scared me. I didn’t want him spending all he had because I was sick, he still had to go home and see his parents and get a job. “Come on, I am not changing my mind” he said and helped me up. Getting up made my headache worse, I could barely stand up at the state I was in. But I had to, I needed to change the party clothes I used in sleeping into something more appealing before I get dragged to the hospital. So I slowly got up from the bed and went over to the bathroom with Nate holding me steadily like I could fall with out him. Which I didn’t doubt that I would actually do. I still felt terribly cold but I pretended to be better, I could actually do anything at that moment to escape from going to the hospital. I just hated hospital. I took off my clothes and tried my possible best to put on the cloth he gave me and sat down at the toilet seat, feeling really weak and terrified at the state I was in. I knew that my body wasn’t mine, it wasn’t the Genesis it was the previous night and I couldn’t deny that I was not fine. “Genesis” Nate called out from the door. “Your mom would so get worried about you if you show up sick after your graduation, you ……” at the