Chapter 92.

Chapter 92.
Adrian.
Tuesday. 17th March, three weeks later…

My beautiful wife has turned my world upside down. She’s changed everything. The castle. Everything. And even my perception on life is changed, all because of her. She even brought Mrs Rosa, the woman at the bar to come work with us. I still find it bold of her, to drag almost half of Mr Krosov’s bar here. Even his girls now work here. 

Andria informed me that one of her colleagues at the bar, Crina, eloped with a married customer of the bar. Because of the deaths that had been rampart at the time, she had eloped. I wasn’t surprised when Andria broke the news. Crina always had such tendencies. Once or twice, she flirted with me at the bar.

We’re been driven to the private airstrip. I’ve got Andria blindfolded and I mean she isn’t allowed to peek. It’s a surprise for her and she’s being giddy with excitement, since I blindfolded her. I must say, seeing her blindfolded like this in the car beside me is erotic. But we aren’t alone. 

I hold her hands in mine, stroking the inside of her palms. I think of how far we’ve come and I can’t even think of a life without her. I suddenly recall last month at Valentine’s and how she had come home.

We had spent all day together and I cooked for her. Though I didn’t taste the food. I feigned a sick stomach. And she had doubted my excuse but had bought it. We talked and she had even read some of her favorite novels to me. 

I can’t live without her anymore. Andria has become my life. And I’m grateful I made that error, weeks ago. The only thing is I fear I wouldn’t be able to give her the perfect world she deserves. I know she wishes for a family. She’s being talking of that for days now. And it’s only logical she wishes for one. But I can’t give her that. It would hurt her. I wonder if she’d forgive me, if she ever finds out that I  can’t give her a child. 

We reach the airstrip and climb out of the car. I lead her, taking my time to guide her up the plane. 

“Adrian, where are we?” She keeps echoing in my ears. 

I chuckle lightly. “You’ll see, Andria.” 

When we are inside I take off her blind fold and allow her eyes adjust to the lighting inside the plane. It’s dark outside, but the plane is beautifully lit. She’s looking around. Her mouth parted. She’s amazed. I can see the childish joy and fascination in her. I’m pleased I’ve made her happy. As my slave, she must be happy. 

But this has grown deeper than master/slave relationship.

I try to ignore that gnawing voice. But it’s insistent and messes with my mind, even as Andria is excitedly going around checking every section of the plane. 

“Wow, your jet is beautiful. I can’t believe you brought me out here just to see your jet. It’s extremely beautiful, Adrian. Thank you.” She falls into my arms and kisses me full on the lips.

After kissing her back, I smile, amusedly. 

“Andria, this isn’t about seeing the jet.” I gently inform her. 

“Sir, the pilot says I should inform you that we’re ready to takeoff.” The attendant comes to announce.

Andria pulls away to look in the direction of the attendant. 

“Alright. Tell him we’re ready,” I say.

She leaves and I turn to a surprised Andria. 

“Take off?” She asks, surprised.

I smile, nodding in affirmation.  

“You’re taking me on a trip?” She asks, amazed.

I chuckle. “Yes, Andria. I’m taking my wifey on a trip to New York. You told me the other night that you always wanted to explore the world. So I decided once you were on holidays, I would take you on a trip.” I lean in and kiss her again.

She has this awed look and I find it very embarrassing. It’s like I’m suddenly this amazing person to her. And in truth, I hope she’s genuinely pleased, because she deserves happiness. With all she’s gone through. She has a right to enjoy all my money can buy.

After Mrs Rosa gave me a full insight into Andria’s life, I had several shades of regret upon me; knowing I had treated her worse than the people. Rosa informed me that she was cold and hungry, the first time they met. She had been sleeping on the streets, running from dangers that prowled in the dark. And when she saw Rosa, she had pleaded with her for a job, shelter and food. And that was when Rosa brought her to the Mr Krosov.

Sincerely, I had felt really awful and I promised never to bring her pain again. I began to see Andria in a new light after that. A woman, who was able to rise from the scorn that had drowned her after her parents’ death. A woman, who had been determined to attend school, despite her financial constraints. 

I find  her strength admirable. A woman who chose to find love in me, despite my cruelty towards her. None of the other slaves I took found love in me. All they found was what I wanted them to see. The mean count. The mean CEO. The sadist.  But Andria, saw a me I had lost, a century ago. 
After the plane takes off, I come to an exhilarated Andria. 

“Come on. I want to give you a special tour of our plane.” I smile in her lips, as I douse her with my kisses.

She leans into my kisses. 

“Does this special tour involve me stripping and you moving inside me.” She speaks softly.

I give a seductive grin. 

“As a matter of fact it does.” I  kiss her, carrying her off the ground. 

I  do move inside her all night, until my name echoes in her every breath.