Dolores seemed to understand what Coral was thinking. She didn’t explain and just smiled at her instead. The arrangement was between her and Matthew and she had no right to ask about his private life or request he stayed home with her. She even felt more comfortable in his absence.
Dolores entered the room and stared at the bedroom furnishings. The style was unique with a black and white color scheme. The monochromatic room was simple, tidy, and luxurious with a touch of elegance.
“This is Mr. Nelson’s room.” Coral smiled.
Since they were technically married, Dolores knew they should stay together. Dolores opened her mouth and realized she couldn’t say a word about the arrangement. So, instead, she nodded in response.
*****
Dolores found it hard to fall asleep her first night in her temporary home. She leaned against her pillow and browsed the employment websites from her phone, ready to find a job. She could only live a steady life, take good care of her mother, and give the child she was carrying a future if she had a job.
She was shocked to find someone hiring translators. Being a translator was a common enough job, but what was surprising was the fact that the employer was looking for someone who knew the language of Country A. Country A was where Randolph had sent Dolores and her family. It was a poorly developed tropical country and there weren’t many people learning the language of the natives. After all, the language that was most commonly used in the world was all language from more developed and capable countries.
The salary and benefits were good. She filled out the application, attached her resume, and put down her phone before laying down and falling asleep.
The moonlight glistened across the window like silk in the silent night. Dolores had drifted off to sleep after tossing and turning for a bit and didn’t notice the flash of white light shot into the yard when a Maybach drove in and pulled into the garage. The car door opened and a towering figure got out. He strode into the house and he almost seemed to dance across the floor as if he were walking on clouds.
He undid his tie and realized his mouth was dry. Not wanting to disturb his servants, Matthew headed for his room and grabbed a glass of water from the bathroom. His Adam’s apple slid up and down his throat as he gulped down the water. Water dribbled down his chin, but he didn’t care, as he was still thinking about his evening through a wine-induced stupor.
After finishing the water, he finally relieved a majority of the burning sensation in his throat. He’d drunk quite a bit of white wine at the dinner party and few glasses of red wine when celebrating separately with Helen for her birthday. It turned out he who was good at drinking had gotten slightly drunk.
He removed his jacket and tossed it onto a chair as he left the bathroom. He’d left the lights in his room off as he was familiar with the layout of the furniture and didn’t need to see to undress. Knowing exactly where his bed was, he climbed in and fell asleep instantly.
Dolores sensed the movement in her sleep, but she quickly settled down and drifted back into a deep sleep while cuddling the blankets around her.
*****
Dawn arrived faster than either of them wanted. The first light, resembling shiny threads, soon shimmered and filled the room with light. Matthew and Dolores were sleeping soundly, like a newly married couple.
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