Chapter Two

Cyn. 

I looked around the surroundings, even the air around here smelt different and fresh. It was like the rich lived in their own different little world. 

I had no idea, what to expect. It had been three years since we saw each other. Three years of loneliness and solitude. He never came visit me, not even once. 

He never called either, one day I asked one of the matrons for his number, I wanted to call him, ask him how he was doing. But instead i just stared at the number until I fell asleep. 

It was difficult at first, but as time went by I got used to it. 

"How far out are we?" I asked Paul, the driver who was driving me from the airport.  Ace didn't even make the time to come pick me up from the airport, but he was a busy man. What did I really expect? That he would stop what he was doing just to come get me? I have never been that type of girl. The girl anyone makes time for I mean. The nerves were certainly kicking in and my whole body was sweating profusely from parts I didn't even know could realese sweat. 

"We are almost there." he said with a soft encouraging smile, as he looked at me through the car window.

I softly smiled back as I looked around our surroundings. We were definitely in the rich suburbs of New York, I could tell just by how far apart and huge the houses were. 

" Are you nervous?" Paul asked,

"A little bit."

"You don't have to be, everyone here is welcoming and the are all waiting to meet the madam of the house."

Of Course, how could I forget? I was Mrs Ace Cole which made me the madam of the house. For a moment I had forgotten who he was, and how much money his family had. I had also forgotten that I was his wife given we have never spoken for the past three years. 

Paul pulled up to a huge mansion with all black gates and a few seconds late the gates were opened, I looked around as he found a space to park the car. It was like I was in a princess movie.

 I stepped out of the car taking in my surroundings; it was like I was in some sort of castle or kingdom. The compound was huge with trees, a flower garden and even its own dam and infinity pool. I guess this was expected, everyone said the the Cole family lived like royalty, I always assumed they exaggerated, but now, I could tell the blogs and magazines did not do this house any justice at all. 

"How many people live here?" I asked Paul as he got my bags out, still stunned by the beauty of the house. 

"It will be just you and your husband ma'am, and some servants, but they have their servants quarters."he said showing me where the servants quarters was. 

" Cyn. " i said absent mindedly. 

" What?" Paul asked confused. 

" Call me Cyn, I am just Cyn, not ma'am." i said as I started taking a few steps towards the house. 

As soon as I opened the front door, the cool breeze hit my face and for a moment it really did feel like I was in heaven. 

"Welcome home Mrs Cole." an older woman greeted me with a huge smile. She looked about the same age as m mother would be, if she was still alive. 

"Cyn is just fine please."i said as I greeted her. 

" I am Alba, your house keeper ma'am, Cyn. " she added correcting herself as she stepped aside for me to walk around. 

All the walls were painted pure white with a few pieces of art hanging. The ceilings were high, whoever did the decor nailed it. I walked around, just taking in the decor before she led me upstairs. 

"This is your room ma'am, I mean Cyn." she said stuttering, "It will take me some time for me to adjust to calling you Cyn, am sorry." she said apologetically. 

"It's okay Alba, don't worry about it." i said as I stepped into the big room. 

The room was bigger than the apartment I was living at in Amsterdam, with a walk in closet. All my clothes and shoes were all neatly arranged, and everything well placed where it was supposed to do I didn't even want to know how they did that so fast. I walked to a section that had all types of drssess from gowns to ciloibg dresses, all new with the price tags. I look at one and I almost fainted in horror athow much the dress costs. 

"Mr Cole ordered them to be delivered for you. He didn't know what you would like so he had all types be delivered for you to choose from." Alba said before I could even say anything. 

There were bag and shoes as well all new, just waiting for me. I looked around the closet some more before finally walking out to the bathroom. 

I had my very own bath tub which made my heart smile, taking a bath was one of the things I was going to do before anything else. I said to myself making a mental note to myself. 

I finally went back to my room and sat on the well spread bed that had Egyptian sheets, "This people really do live like royalty huh?!" i said almost to myself but loud enough for Alba to hear. 

"You have no idea." she said smiling. 

"Can I ask you a question Alba?" i said sitting in a position that faced her. 

"Sure." she said and for a second I saw worry in her eyes, just for a second and then it was gone. 

"Why did I not see any of Ace's stuff in the closet or bathroom, not even one thing?" 

"That's because he has his own room."Alba said politely. 

" Oooh, we are not going to share a room, I thought… " i started but immediately shut up. 

" He requested for you to be put in your own room, but his room is right next to yours and this door, " he said pointing to a door I hadn't really cared about, " leads to his room, but he is the only one that has the key."

"And do you know where Mr Cole is now?" I asked her getting up. 

"He will be home soon, that's all I know." she said smiling. 

"Have you known him for a while?" I asked, I knew I was being nosy but I needed to know anything about him. He was still a stranger to me, and now I was living at his house. 

"I have known him since he was a boy." Alba said proudly, "I changed his diapers, he was such a calm baby, such a good and kind boy" 

I smiled at that, "You never thought of leaving?" I asked genuinely wondering. 

"I left, but he hired me back when he got this place." she said smiling. 

I didn't say anything, just stared into space. 

"He is a good man you know." Alba said after a few seconds of silence. "takes after his mother." 

His mother. I had read columns and blogs about his family, but never once about his mother. It was like she didn't exist at all. He never talked about her and no one knew who she was. 

"So you know who his mother is the?" I asked with interest. 

Alba looked at me and I could tell she knew she had already said too much  by the guilt written all over her face. 

"I will go start on dinner before Ace gets home." she said, she quickly left my room, gently closing the door behind her leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

I was all alone in this huge room, I was about to undress when I saw the most valuable asset of the room. The window. 

I walked over and immediately fell in love. 

You could see absolutely everything from up here, but most importantly the city light and the sun setting. 

There were men in black suits scattered all over the compound. Ofcourse if you are going to live like the president , you might as well have enough security to protect you. I thought to myself. 

I walked back to my bed and lay there for a few minutes looking up at the ceiling. I had no idea how long I laid there, but the next time I woke up was to the sound of a man. 

"I see you are settling in okay." he said in a crispy dark voice. 

And I immediately sat up, suddenly feeling the air not enough for the both of us. 

"How did you get in here?" I asked confused looking around, "I thought I closed the door."

"This is my house, remember?" he said confidently. 

"Well, your father's but whatever you say." i said and immediately regretted my comment when I saw how he looked at me. He looked like the images of him in the internet on the articles about how badass and merciless he is. 

"Don't insult me in my own home, I will let that little comment slide for now but don't think that next time I will be so lenient." he said still with his expressionless face. 

"I am so sorry your highness, I did not mean to offend you." i fired back before I got up and started walking to the bathroom, "close the door in your way out." i shouted before walking into the bathroom. 

I hated him.

But why did I suddenly feel this heavy lump in my throat? 

I turned on the water to hot and stripped before I stepped into the shower. The hot body soothed me as I balled my eyes out. 

I had not seen him since the night we signed the papers and he dropped me off at a college in Amsterdam. 

From time to time, I thought about him. I knew we were strangers, but I alwyas wondered if he thought about me at all. 

I cleaned my eyes and turned off the shower before I walked into the bath and dipped my whole body underwater. 

"Cyn are you crazy? Are you trying to drown yourself?" Ace shouted as he lifted me up from the water startling me. 

"Put me down Ace." i protested throwing my legs against the air. " i was not drowning myself I was just relaxing." i said as he heads back to the bedroom. 

That's when I realized I was butt naked, when he gently put me down. 

My hands immediately went to my crotch area and chest area as color left my cheeks and turned red with embarrassment. 

" There is nothing you have, I haven't seen before." he said walking back to the bathroom smugly. A few seconds later he popped out with a towel and tossed it to me. 

"Don't do that again Cyn!" he said it more of a command than a statement. 

"What do you care?" I fired back and, my voice suddenly became groggy as tears filled my eyes. 

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he said immediately coming to me as he embraced me, "It's okay, you are okay." he said hugging me as he patted me in the back. 

I felt his dick harden, and my whole body got excited. His scent was so manly, so masculine, as he held me in his arms and I felt his hard chest and huge arms. For a moment in those big arms, it felt as if everything was going to be okay. 

He held me in that position for a few seconds, before his phone started vibrating in his pocket disrupting our perfect moment. 

He immediately let go off me and fished out for his phone out of his pocket. 

"I have to take this." he said excusing himself, before he left the room.