CHAPTER TWELVE: WOMAN OF MY DREAM.

George didn't go home straight but went to the penthouse he usually met up with his lovers. He knew what he was about to so was wrong but he wanted to release himself of the tension he felt since morning. He puffed out air from his mouth and thought of who to spend the night with, probably his last night of freedom until he got his pound if flesh from Sheila. It would be impossible for him to keep secret lovers after tomorrow when the news about him and Sheila would fill the media. He knew there would be a lot of interviews from topmost media houses to boost his political campaign.

He was somehow agitated about the challenge it would bring to his life. He actually wanted to win the election despite his dislike to politicians' dispositions because he saw them as hypocrite and selfish people. He wanted to know if he was a loved personality amongst his people. Yes! People knew him as a young successful businessman but, would they also want him as their mouth piece? He knew he had to ride on his grandfather's back politically, but it did not look that bad to be a senator.

He brought out his phone and called a particular number. He did not actually remember her name but stored it as 'the sweetest'. He stored their names according to the satisfaction he got from each woman he slept with.

'Hello.' He said sweetly.

'My lovely George, I thought you have forgotten me.' The person at the other end spoke sexily.

'Are you free tonight?' He asked straight without mincing words.

'For you honey, I'm always free.'

'My driver will pick you up in twenty minutes.'

'Be my guest Georgy. '

The lady walked into his living room with nothing but the thin above knee gown and her stilleto sandals. George was on the couch with a glass of scotch in his hand. He loved his women like his scotch because there was no string attached. He enjoyed his drink without emotions likewise the women. Enjoy them, pay them and life continues.

The living room was illuminated by the glow of the moon giving the room an eerie atmosphere.

'Come right here sweetest.' He called huskily.

She moved towards him slowly putting him more in the mood. She gingerly climbed on his laps and George attacked her lips aggressively as he removed the only thing covering her nakedness.

George woke up earlier to work out before taking his bath. He walked into his penthouse bedroom in his bathrobe and towel around his neck to absorb the water dripping from his hair.

'Hey, it is time to wake up.' He tapped her shoulder to wake her up.

'Hmm sweetie, come back to bed.' She said sexily stretching herself.

'Come on Annabel, it's time to go.'

Hearing him call her another woman's name, she sprang up from the bed, eyes devoid of sleep. 'It's Christabel not Annabel!'. She snapped in disappointment.

'Whatever.' He said rolling his eyes. 'You have to dress up and leave now before people will notice you.'

'But I thought you said you would not let me go?'

'Arrh!' He scoffed. 'In your dreams. Give me your account number to send an appreciation token to you.' He said opening his phone.

'Oh Georgy, that's why you're the best.' She dictated her details and immediately got an alert of something mouth watering.

'Wow, I'm outta here immediately. So when am I expecting your next call?' She said as she went to the living room to pick her clothe.

'Very soon.' He promised while exhaling a sigh of relief. He saw her wear her gown and saw her off to the lift. After she left, he made sandwiches and a cup of cocoa drink and sat down to watch television for the next one hour as his daily routine except on weekends before heading out to the office.

It didn't take time to see him and Sheila's faces on the entertainment news on TV. He smiled as he sipped his cocoa knowing that his grandfather would be his first caller once he saw the news.

It was time to relax and watch things unfold. Nevertheless, he would have to be in constant contact with the party chieftains for proper briefing on how to go about the whole processing.

Sheila couldn't sleep well for the anxiety of news of her dinner date with George the previous night. She would have to keep the daily newspapers away from her mother for the moment so that she must have talked to her first before her parents got the wind of her relationship with George. After tossing on the bed throughout the night, she developed a headache and she pulled off her duvet to take some pain relief pills for the headache. She went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, swallowing two pills, she decided not to go back to bed but to sit in the living room and check for some interesting programs on TV.

The first channel she tuned to was showing some documentary which did not pick her interest. The third one had her face and George's looking into camera and smiling. God! When did the television crew record them? Her mother must not see this. She brought out her phone and called George.

'You can't sleep busy thinking about me?' George joked when he picked his phone and saw her name as the caller.

'Good morning sir.' She greeted.

'That's not a romantic way to greet your proposed husband Miss Banks.' He gloated.

'We are not yet married and there's no audience to hear my greeting.' She said impatiently

'So, to what do I owe this early call?'

'I just watched the entertainment news and I saw us on the TV.' She was careful picking her words.

'Yes? Is that strange to you?' He asked not helping issue with her but she calmed herself down.

'I didn't expect to see us on the TV. What you told me was some journalist were around and not TV crew sir!'

'Journalists comprise of newspaper, TV, magazine and any other persons through professionally information is passed to the public. What makes the news on television different?'

'Sir, I haven't spoken to my parents about us and I will not want them to hear from somewhere else first.' She explained in frustration.

'That makes you an important personality so why panic?'

'I respect my parents a lot and I would not want to embarrass them with the news.'

'So what would you have me do then?'

'Can you please tell the concerned media house to withdraw it?'

'That's no possible my dear.' He said with indifference.

'You're a powerful and infuencial man, please tell them to hold on for a week at least before they release any information about us.'

'Do you know what it takes to do such? Or you think you are worthy of my spending so much for your parents not to be embarrassed? If you feel offended, sue the television house and all the newspapers and magazine that published our news.'

Sheila was speechless and did not know what to do. It's true she was really at his mercy. She felt numb with shock of his insult and muttered into the phone what came to her mind.

'I'm sorry, I called you.' She disconnected the call and sat sadly on the couch with her mumbled thoughts. She was indeed sorry for calling him. She ought to have known better that George Isaac IV was a beast.

Meanwhile, George felt so good for putting Sheila into her place. What an effrontery! Her presence in his life was a mistake. A nobody for crying out loud with a thief as a mother! How could she think he would jeopardize his future for her stupid demand? He thought in annoyance. He would have to talk to Gary to rewrite the agreement by cutting her wings. He stood up to take his cup to the sink when his phone rang. He heaved a sigh of joy when he saw the caller.

'George, who was that woman with you on a date?'

'Good morning grandpa, that is the woman of my dream.'