We ended up leaving the house, fully packed like couples going on a vacation, well that wasn't far from the truth, first we got to the garage, I wasn't going to allow that.
Going to a calm neighborhood with a lamborghini or G-wagon or any other fancy cars in a garage wouldn't be advisable , and I don't have a car of my own, so we would board a taxi.
"Hey, let's take the G-wagon, you have lots of load to pack" she said looking at the covers of food I had prepared.
" No baby girl, we would be boarding a cab" I say to her smiling like an over excited kid,she arches a brow at me, " you want me on a public transport never" she fumes up, walking back to the elevator.
" hey ma'am, hold on, I can explain" it's going to be a hard task having a millionaire on public transport, I did not say the bus and she's already on her heel
Women…
" disclaimer hold on!" The elevator closed, right before my own eyes, she's so God damn stubborn, how can she retreat so quickly, while I thought I had it all covered, she just makes up her mind in a split second and then walks back in, so short tempered.
Pacing around while the elevator comes down, I board it then goes back into the house, looking for her, heaven knows where she could be in this mansion I haven't got a hang off
I hear a click In the terrace and I rush there as fast as I can, I hope it isn't a fly, searching for attention
Sigh.
I see Sinclair dressed in pants and a loose singlet, not her office skin tight gown, why did she change so fast?,
" please sinclair don't tell me you decide to back off from the experience because of a cab?" I say utterly tired of her buzz kill kind of nature.
" fuck you and your experience" she said taking a sip from her flute
" don't flatter me, I am doing this for you, trust me" I said, she scoffs, then takes a sip again, I wouldn't have said trust me, but yes I want her to do just that.
" hey mama, don't be a buzzkill, because of some cab, I can't have a G-wagon packed in a local neighbourhood " I said trying to elegantly stress my point at her she looks at me then aches her sword like brow which makes my heart skip a beat for a second
" why make money if you can’t flaunt it" she says to me pouring herself some drink again, damn she just so over the hill sometimes.
" well we aren't going there to flaunt your wealth, we are going there to do the complete opposite " I said to her, kneeling before her this time
" sinclair just let me show you what my world looks like" I said to her pouting, " what are we going to do at your dead grandma house anyway"
" I would show you what fun feels like, I can swear on that, I stand my eyes not leaving hers, as I hold my crotch firmly, " I could swear on this only being that, you would love it" I said to her
She smirks at me, " strip" she says, my heart skip a beat one's more, does she want to have sex on the terrace, we are going to be really late if she has kinky images in her head.
" yes sinclair" I strip Immediately hoping she wouldn't do much with our time, it wasn't on our side, she drops her champagne flute on the fancy ass stool beside her then walks up to me
" I would punish you so badly, with this holy thing of yours if you don't make it up like your promises" she takes a little step back and slaps my cock, damn she so wicked.
I winch in pain, as I watch her stride back into the living room in minutes I see her dressed in her formal gown, she pretty no matter what she wears
Walking towards her, I hold her by her right hand while we walk to the elevator together, then I took the bags I had left just to chase her,
" I had hired an uber" I said, she doesn't reply, but I will make it work between the both of us the cab I had hired was outside waiting for both of us
" hey are you martins ?" He said, and I nod in response, Sinclair was just beside me, arms folded comfortably on her chest, she glared at the cab, then pulled me close.
" What the fuck ,this is a turtle,'' she whispered, looking at the car, " enjoy the ride" I said to her, slipping my hand from hers then walking towards the boot where I stuffed up some things I had taken earlier.
She stands still not living , " let's move babe" I say to her, she hisses then boards the vehicle, and I do so right after,I see a look of grimace on her face.
" It's so hot in here"
“Soon, we will be there" I say, then I lean forward tapping the driver's seat, and just immediately he starts moving.
Just half way into the journey sinclaire had come how itchy she felt just seating on cheap cotton, and how she could literally kick faster than the vehicle
I have tried my best calming her down, but here she is, complaining about the window not being tinted enough, how does that affect our journey?,
“ this is just the beginning Sinclair, breath in and out and before you know it we would be in Baldwin” I say to her she fans herself with her palm, faking a sweat, so dramatic, the air conditioning here is just the right amount, and besides it’s spring time so yes Baldwin is the perfect place to spend this warm season.
The drive was long, but soon we were just a stone throw from our destination at least she wouldn't whine for too long… it wasn’t as romantic as I thought it would be, but oh well I have seven days to make it work