28 The search for Louis 3

Then, he sent a message that is more officious than romantic to his new-found love.

(Nichole. We are leaving by 6 am. I will like you to put on fitted jeans and body hug turtleneck. I prefer bright colors, please. Arthur.)

After he sent the message, he called Louis line, but it was still not reachable.

“What could be the cause of Louis's behavior?”

He thought for a while before he switched off his light and went to sleep.

After he sent the message, he called to Louis line, but it was still not reachable.

“What could be the cause of Louis's behavior?”

He thought for a while before he switched off his light and went to sleep.

At Mrs. Bailey's Apartment

She was still holding her phone after she called Louis, wondering what could be responsible for his behavior when a message hit her phone.

(Ding)

She read through her message and the only thing she could say was.

“Cow!”

She turned off her light and went to sleep.

In The Morning.

At 5 am, she was already up and began to prepare for the trip to the Airport. She took her time to dress to her heart's desires and drove to Arthur's Apartment. It was five minutes to six o'clock by the time she got there, and Arthur and Julie were already at the veranda. She parked and got off her car before with a sombre face. Julie, who was about to greet her, opened her mouth in astonishment and thought.

'Could it be Louis disappearance that would make Mom look like this?'

She greeted her all the same.

“Good morning, Mom. “

She responded with gloominess.

“Julie. I hope you slept tight?”

“Yes Mom.”

“Good morning, Mr. Bailey.”

Mr. Bailey gave her a desultory response and walked to his car, followed by Julie with her luggage. The janitor helped her with the other luggage into the trunk and covered it. Julie got into the backseat while Nichole got into the passenger's seat and Arthur drove off. But instead of driving to the gate, he veered off towards Mrs. Nichole Bailey's Apartment. Then, Julie, who was dismayed, at the odd behaviors of his parents, asked. "Father, where are we going? You veered off.”

At this point, he had pulled up at Mrs. Nichole Bailey's Apartment. He responded.

“Yes, so that she can change before I will be accused of abducting a beggar. Unless she wants you to miss your flight.”

Mrs. Nichole Bailey opened the door and ran into her apartment. While Julie burst into raucous laughter. That was the only time she laughed heartily since the news of Louis disappearance. Mrs. Nichole hurriedly dressed up and joined them in the car. Julie who still laughing said.

“Better. Mom, you scared me. Could it be Louis's disappearance that made you dress like that?” Don't be hard on yourself, Mom. He will be fine.”

“Thank you, Julie.”

They drove silently. Julie slept off on the way, and the bickering adults could not find anything to discuss. After one hour twenty minutes, they were at the airport.

“Julie, wake up. We are at the airport.”

Nichole said as she tapped her. She woke up and said.

“Oh! So fast?”

“It is past seven, go and check in.”

“Okay, Mom.”

She did as her Mom instructed while Arthur looked on. When Julie had boarded, Arthur excused himself.

“Excuse me, Nichole. I want to check on Louis's movement.”

She informed Mrs. Nichole Bailey, who was seated at the lobby of the airport. He was not expecting any response from her, so he did not wait for any. He walked to the information desk.

He laid his complaints and he was attended to. He discovered that Louis landed at Cairo Airport at 7:15 pm.

“That is good to know. Thank you.”

“You are welcome.”

He thanked the information officer and walked back to the lobby where Nichole was supposed to be waiting, but behold, she was not there. She had disappeared.

At The Island

Denise woke up in the morning, his first morning as a married man. He looked at his wife, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, and smiled.

“Just like a fairy tale. Thank you, God, for giving me an Angel.”

He got up from the bed, and his movement disturbed his wife's sleep, who turned and opened her eyes slowly. Denise fixed his gaze on her and admired her beautiful face. He gave her a peck and greeted.

“Good morning, my Angel.”

Olivia, who was fully awake, greeted shyly.

“Good morning, my husband.”

She sat up from the bed and rested her head on the bed headrest. Denise, who was putting on his boxers, got off the bed and asked.

“What would you like to have for breakfast? I want to place the order.”

After observing his bare body, she gave him a loving look and said.

“I don't want the wall to hear what I would like to eat. Come, I will whisper to you.”

Denise was tricked. He bent his head towards her head to hear her out. She cupped his face with her two hands and gave him a passionate kiss. Denise sat back on the bed and cooperated. Olivia whispered.

“I would love to have you for breakfast, my husband.”

Olivia was craving and that gave Denise a boost, and he was aroused. He looked into his eyes and inquired.

“Did I make you happy on our first night?”

“You did, and I want more of you.”

Denise satisfied her cravings and she went back to sleep. Before she woke up, the breakfast was set.

“Wake up and have your breakfast. It is 9 am. You can go back to sleep later.”

Denise, who was standing beside the bed, advised as he tried to persuade her to get off the bed.

“All right, hubby.”

She said as she tried to cover up her body with the bed sheet before getting up. Denise asked in amusement.

“What are you trying to do? Cover up yourself?”

Olivia looked at her with surprise and smiled while Denise continued.

“Remember, it is sixty days of honeymoon. No covering and no shyness.”

Before she could respond, Denise had peeled the bed sheet off her body, and she let out a squirm. Denise carried her naked to the bathroom and laid her on the hot tub before he joined her.

“Don't be shy before me. Did you get me?"

“Yes, hubby.”

“That is good. I will take you around the island later for a horse ride. You will like it.”

“Okay hubby.”

When they were done taking their bath, they got off the bathroom and had their first breakfast as a couple.

At the Airport

The airport was not Arthur's domain, for that, there was a limit to what he could do. It occurred to him that the only weapon that he can use against her were the children, but now, the children were far away, and he was bare.

'How do I trace this woman?' He muttered in despondency before he attempted to give her a call, but decided against it.