Get Me Married

Chapter 64: Final decision

JORDAN

The mansion suddenly had this empty, void feeling to it. And the maids who were always running to and fro from Genesis room to the kitchen and back to her room were no longer in sight like I didn’t have one staff inside the house. It was quiet like no one else was in the house and I never realized that the sudden silence had left a terrible feeling in my troubled heart.

“Margaret….” I yelled uncomfortable at the way things were. I never realized how I had gotten used to seeing the staff with her in the kitchen or the dining. I was used to knowing she was in that house whenever I see staff going to her room because they liked her and for a strange reason, like to be around the woman I wedded. Unlike Samantha, who they always ran away from. I never realized that the atmosphere would change so much in her absence.

“Margaret…” I yelled again but this time, I turned to the stairs.

“Margaret…” I called out again when it seemed like no one would come out from anywhere anymore.

“Yes sir…” Her voice suddenly came from down the stairs and I stopped in my tracks and turned to her.

“You called me sir?” She asked and I gave her a nod.

“Where have you been? And where is everybody?” I asked dryly, not having a reason as to why I had called her.

“I’m sorry sir, I was at the back with the others” she replied. I said nothing to that. I honestly should have known that it would be that way, after their jobs, they all go to their rooms or gather around somewhere, a place where they can gossip. I looked away from her and turned to take my leave but I stopped.

“Where is Samantha…?” I turned back to her and she frowned.

“The masters bedroom,” she replied and with that, I turned back to where I was heading to. When I got to the top of the stairs, I stopped and turned to the left-wing. The hallway was empty and clean like no one had ever inhabited it before and my heart ached. I looked away and turned to the right-wing and remembered how many times I had always looked to that part of my house. Those days I hated her, those days I wondered how she was doing after her kidnap, those days I felt so guilty when I found out that I’had misjudged her, I always had my eyes at that part of the house and I always felt different with her around. I just didn’t realize that till now.

With a heavy heart, I walked over to my room and opened the door. I just wanted to bath and sleep the night away. But I found out it was dark inside and all the lights had been turned off. A single candlelight was in front of me and it gave out a dim light.

“Samantha…” I called out and looked around the room and noticed that there was another candlelight just a little bit further to the bed, then another and another and it continued. I groaned knowing that Samantha was behind the candlelight and something told me that she had something up her sleeves. And honestly, I was in no mood for that. But still, I followed the trail she left behind by the candlelight and I noticed the door leading the balcony was open. I

suppressed a groan, she knew how much I preferred it to be close but I continued anyway and came out into the balcony where there was a dim light and the night sky helped, accompanied by the light that surrounded the house.

And Samantha came to view. She was sitting leg-crossed on a table with a wine glass in her hands.

came down from the table she had sat on. Then I saw that there was a two-seat

at me and I must say she was looking really beautiful, with her hair packed into a ponytail and a maroon-colored night robe she wore. It extended to below her knees

at her as she

I asked. She smiled seductively and

thought I should make up for it” she replied. I raised my brow at her because I was not expecting her to say that

the room. When she returned, she opened the dish in front of me. My stomach rumbled at the sight, she was right when she said I had not eaten neither did I feel hungry but seeing something so beautiful and appetizing made me want to eat. Glazed salmon and spiced carrot had never looked better.

heavenly as I imagined. For a moment there, I

all the thoughts I had and relaxed, for just a moment, I didn’t want

I was with a wine glass in her hand. I adjusted and allowed her to sit down on my legs as she intended to, then I wrapped my hands around her waist. We both said nothing to

so nice,”

I

this” she continued. Those words made something strike my heart immediately and the remainder of the day’s episode came crashing down. She

me.

past few days that were strange,” she said and lowered her gaze that they

am here now” she breathed heavily and looked at me. Tears clouded her eyes and it ate my heart. I placed my hands on her cheeks hating that look

don’t need anyone else and you won’t” she continued

was time to let her in

you for a very long time and I still love you and will always” I started, not

“And I love you Jordan, I love you too much” she replied. Something soared in my heart at that confirmation and it gave me hope, something to hold on to, something that would keep me going till

tasted like sweet wine and I wanted more of that taste. With my tongue, I parted her lips and gave myself more access to her. Then I took her upper lips and suckled on them. Her hands slowly started rubbing on my body. My neck, my shoulders, my chest. Her hands-on body

she tried catching her breath

night is the beginning of something new Jordan” she whispered seductively and got up from where she sat, on my legs. Images of Genesis came to my mind immediately and her blue eyes were staring at me accusingly. A frown appeared on my face and I immediately lost the mood

called out feeling the need to tell her what she needed

knew that she was not going to stop, till I was up. I sighed and got up and gave in to her. She smiled widely at me and turned around so she would have her back to me, then

pushed me down on the bed and made me seat and that was when I noticed the flower petals that were

me. I was right when I said she was wearing nothing underneath, she wasn’t and her breast was visible. And the feel of her bare body against my legs was getting me hard again. But that wasn’t my problem neither was it what

“Sam….” I