Chapter 8 8

"Uhmm," Shannon lost the words that almost left her throat. "I'll be done quickly." She managed to reply to him and then walked to the bed. As she got seated on the bed, she gave him a quick look and gasped. 'Dude is fucking hot. Why would he leave his shirt unbuttoned?' she shook her head.

He walked away from the table and came closer to her, causing her to swallow the last saliva in her mouth. He looked at her intently and scoffed, "I've accepted to help you bring down Tony, but you must promise to not return to him again even after our contract ends..."

Shannon found her lips gaping. She couldn't control the emotions that swam in her and the way her lips parted into a slight smile. He really accepted.....then Tony is done for because the man before her is richer than him and would tackle him so easily.

"Uhm, I won't have any reason to return to him. Once I conceive your child, I'll love to live alone and live my life....." she stated to his hearing, but he didn't give a damn about her plans and didn't even react to her words. He made a long face, listening to her. The last thing he would do is to present a woman as his wife, not after Tracy shattered his heart. '...until the day I'd die-a peaceful death, because I achieved my aim.' she completed the sentence within her.

He breathed out and stood erect, his gaze focused on the window this time. "In return, you must make sure not to leave no matter the pressure from my family until you conceive the child. You must stand by me even though it's a fake marriage."

Shannon watched his lips twitch. She nodded twice, "I understand, and I will do as you wish..."

He turned his back to her, facing the door. "Meet me downstairs-"

She giggled as he exited the room. She clapped her hands gently and grinned. "What a marvelous man he is. Tony will see what it costs to kick away the root of your wealth." she licked her lips and began dressing up quickly.

Standing before the mirror, she took the brush, stared at it for some time, and dropped it back again. "I have to maintain personal hygiene-" she tutored herself and turned to meet a lady gazing at her. She could recall seeing her in the sitting room, and she looked exactly like Mr Georgie.

"Why are you staring at me that way? I am Helen, not Tracy, that you bashed the way you wanted. I have the right to throw you out of this mansion......" Helen retorted, throwing heavy glares at Shannon.

Shannon rubbed her lips and shook her head. "My lips are dry. Could you please get me some lipstick?"

"Are you nuts?" Helen screeched.

"It was a request-" Shannon responded and grinned. "Uhmm, your brother must be waiting for me now."

Helen nibbled her bottom lip. "You don't just come in here and begin misbehaving. I will track down your family and see that they pay for whatever misbehavior you display here..." she gritted her teeth, panting.

"Okay!" was all Shannon could say to her, and then she quaked her out of the way and walked past her.

She climbed downstairs and didn't even bother saying a word to the elderly couple that watched her like a crime scene until she vacated the building. She entered the car that was ajar for her, and the driver stepped on it.

As they rode off the compound, Mr Georgie turned to her, drawing her attention. "Every reporter and journalist has a reason they became one. Most of them aren't there for the passion, but because they are searching for something or want to tell the whole world a secret." his brows arched. "You must have a reason as well...."

Shannon shook her head. 'I can't tell him that I want to look into the death of my parents or he might unemploy me.' she faked a smile, gazing back at him. "Uhmm, I have none. I was once a reporter before getting married to Tony and was denied my right to work. I only helped him become who he is now. Since I'm out of his bondage, I think having financial freedom would be better, too, so I could take care of myself without begging."

He shrugged his shoulders, although not fully satisfied with the response she gave. He believed that since he, as a journalist and the CEO of a newsroom, had a reason behind those hard work, a lot of people out there would as well.

They drove to the nearest boutique, and they alighted from the car.

"Feel free to choose whatever you want here and now," he said to her before they headed into the building.

She concealed her mouth with her palms. The sky blue bulb that rotated made the clothes hung in the cloth stander more beautiful. She approached them one after the other, picking the ones she chose and handing them over to the sales attendant who was serving her.

When she was done picking the necessities she needed as a woman, she was now left to have the clothes on and be sure that they fit her so well.

She came out with the first cloth-a simple straight gown with a sleeveless hand and golden pearls designed on the chest.

Mr Georgie stared-mouth agape, swallowing his saliva. "Good enough...." he remarked, and she went in again.

On the eleventh dress, he couldn't stand it. The trousers revealed her hips, wrapping around her like it was meant for her. Her top held her boobs, exposing the top of it that bounced on each of her moves.

He shut his eyes and opened it again. 'She has no reason to move me-and I shouldn't find her enticing...' he comforted himself and signaled her to go in. 'fuck! What just came over me? She's just an ordinary woman.'

Seated with his palms supporting his forehead, he recalled vividly, the night they spent at the hotel. The way he fucked and banged her honeypot recklessly-and then her moans resounded in his brain again.

'Shit! I just fucked a random lady that night. I didn't relish anything about her.' he told himself and lifted his face to see her standing before her with the packages. He turned to the guards with her, "take it from her-"

She was freed and then they walked out of the boutique.

As they reached the car door, he turned to her, "You will start work fully, by tomorrow."

She nodded and lowered her head.

'What's with the smile? She doesn't have to keep doing that-' he shoved his hair backward.

***

The doctor flinched the moment his office door was kicked open. Tracy walked in, went straight to his table, and slammed her fist on it. "Why can't you do a simple thing? Didn't I tell you how I'll mess up your life if he ends up having a kid?"

"Uhmm,"

"Just spill it out. Make him impotent, and you couldn't. Now, that lady is with him and is even pregnant. Of what use am I now?" she clenched her fist, boiling in rage.

The doctor was short of words. He had done as ordered but didn't see that coming.

"Get rid of that child! You must do it no matter how tough it is and how much it would cost....or your life is on the line..." She remarked and stormed out of the doctor's office.