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Part Two

Asia

The day had been long, I rested my head-on Jett’s shoulder as his parents’ driver took us to Harrison, to our new house. We passed one mansion after the next until we turned into the gated entrance. “This is it, Asia. This will be all yours after this is over.” He kissed the side of my head, sweetly.

I should’ve been over the moon. Instead, I felt a sharp pain in my gut when he said,when this is over.I didn’t want to think in those terms. I genuinely liked the man. Thinking about when it all would end wasn’t a thing I wanted to think about.

The gates opened after the driver put in the code given to him by Jett and in we went, winding down the long drive. “The lot is 3 acres; the house is just over twelve-thousand square feet. There’s a pool in the back and a six-car garage. I know that’s pretty small as far as garages go.”

“Small?” I was in awe as we pulled up to the front of the house.House?No, it was much more than a mere house.It was a palace!

Stone statues of robust women, reminding me of the old Roman statues, were pillars adjacent to the wide staircase that led up to the green front door. There was a fountain in the middle of the driveway allowing for cars to drive around it. A bevy of mermaid statues swam up the middle and looked as if they were playfully splashing one another.

The white bricks that served as siding were so pristine the place seemed to illuminate. It had two stories and a balcony came off one of the rooms upstairs, which made for a nice shaded area over the front entrance. Gray, green English ivy covered the exterior, making it look like it had been there forever. “Jett, this is beyond anything I could have ever imagined.”

“Does that mean you like it?” He chuckled as he got out of the car and took my hand to help me out.

The evening breeze was cool and gentle. The smells were wonderful, earthy tones, mixed with sweet flowers, and somewhere in that rich neighborhood, someone was grilling. “Jett, I have no idea how I’ll ever explain this place to my family.”

“I’ll help you come up with something. Hell, you can tell them the same thing we’re telling everyone else.” He led me up the stairs and tapped in a code on the door. “565679, is the code to all the doors and the gate. There’s a security system that automatically locks the doors and gate once they close. You’ll be safe at all times.”

The foyer was large, and the ceiling was high, the tones from outside carried through into the inside. No furniture was in the room, but there were more Romanesque statues and gorgeously green, potted plants. “It’s just so, so…” I didn’t have words to describe it.

“So far, everything is pleasing you then?” Jett gave me a million-dollar smile, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I threw my arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Everything is more than pleasing. You’re the kindest, most generous man in the entire world!”

His strong arms held me as his warm breath stirred the hair by my ear. “You’re the sweetest woman I’ve ever met, Asia. I mean that.”

We toured the house, finding one living area after another before we came to an enormous kitchen. “OMG! Jett, this is remarkable.” Shiny stainless steel covered the stove that seemed a mile long. “Where’s the fridge?”

Jett smiled as he pulled open what I thought were walls, but were actually three refrigerators. “And across the room over there are the freezers.” He pointed to a glass door that was underneath a long island bar. “That’s a wine cooler. Since, you don’t care for wine, you can fill it with any other beverage of your choice.”

“Jett, this is all too much. I can’t take this. I can’t!” Tears welled up in my eyes as I was overcome with emotion.

He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly. “You can take this. I want you to have it all, Asia. It’s a big deal what you’re doing for me.”

I shook my head as I continued to cry. “It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t deserve all of this.”

“You do. You’re giving up a huge part of yourself to me. I’m not taking that lightly.”

“If you’re talking about my virginity, it’s not worth all that you’re paying me.” I sniffled, and he moved back with me until he could reach a napkin.

Handing it to me, he said, “Blow your nose. Dry those pretty eyes and stop thinking about the money and these other things. I have it to give to you, let me do that for all you’re doing for me.”

Nodding, I didn’t want to make him upset with me. I decided I’d deal with my emotions on my own. It wasn’t for him to deal with anyway. “I’m sorry, Jett.”

“Don’t be. I should’ve known you’d be overwhelmed. You’ll get used to it all in no time. There are a few things you should know. A maid comes in three times a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. She was the previous owner’s maid and had worked here for years. I kept her on. There’s a gardener who comes once a week. A maintenance man also comes once a week; he takes care of the pool and anything that needs fixing. I’ll be purchasing a town car and hiring a driver for it, as well.”

I tried to suck in the emotions that were coming up inside of me. “Okay. I’ll pay their wages once I get the money from the escrow.”

“No, I’ve taken care of all that. Their salaries are already setup to be automatically deducted from one of my bank accounts. I’ll pay them for you.”

“You’ll pay the people who’ll take care of what will be my house, forever?” I shook my head. “One day you’ll get married and your wife won’t like that.”

“I’m in charge of my money and what I pay. No woman’s going to tell me a thing about that.” He walked around to get a couple of bottles of water out of the fridge closest to him. “Now let’s go see the rest of the house. There are ten bedrooms, all have ensuites with private lavatories and walk in closets.”

His arrogant attitude about women was an eye-opener and the first time I’d seen that side of him. I couldn’t say I liked it. But he wasn’t my man to correct. I was his woman, not the other way around. There was one bedroom downstairs that we found. I thought it was the master, but he informed me it was only a guest bedroom. The rest of them were up a grand staircase made from Mahogany. The railing and steps shined like something out of a museum. It wasn’t melding into my brain that this place would be mine.It was just too good to be true!