ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE

SOUTHRAIN CITY NEWS ONLINE

…in business news, the de Milo Group of Hospitals has donated fifty motorized wheelchairs to the Central old people's home. These highly efficient electric-powered wheelchairs come at a very convenient time. The home is expanding; therefore, they were running out of good wheelchairs. Speaking at the hand over event, the Public Relations Officer of de Milo Group stated that they as a group always strive to give back to the community.

Still in business news, the affluent people of Southrain today gathered at the opening of a new boutique, House of Ani-Lan. Among the people were some who flew in from Yellowleaf, Pamuti and other cities around the country. Some guests flew in from Hallowcave. The boutique, which is located in the high end Rockridge mall, is believed to be an extension of the de Milo businesses, owned by Mrs Anisha de Milo. It is the first of its kind, featuring more than enough qualities of class, defining luxury. Attending the official opening of House of Ani-Lan were the prominent business tycoons of Lakeworld…..

ANISHA'S POV

Dylan and I accepted that our honeymoon was not going to happen anytime soon. We were both too busy. Too many things needed our attention. However we fought out in order to have time for each other. My husband stated that in order to feel fully equipped for his CEO job, he needed the Master of Healthcare Administration degree in addition to the two degrees that he already held. Thus he was enrolled in school. He had to tackle his work and school. I had my school, my job at K JNR PRODUCTIONS, and the boutique to manage. It was extremely exhausting, but it had to be done. And through that very tight schedule, we still needed time to ourselves. Liam was not yet home with us, but all the processes were in order. One evening while watching a romantic movie in the mansion theatre, both of us fell asleep. It was one of the movies produced by K JNR PRODUCTIONS, and in addition to watching it for entertainment, I was also taking some notes for my assignment.

I leaned my head and rested on Dylan's chest. He DREW me very close to him, and before we knew it, we were both snoring.

"Sir, Ma'am...wake up please," Mrs Silva's voice woke me up. She was standing near us, waving her hand in front of my face, as if to test if I could see the hand.

"Mrs Silva," I mumbled sleepily. Dylan woke up too. The movie was still playing, we looked at each other and laughed.

"I was passing by and I heard the sound of the TV, so I decided to bring in a snack, only to find you both fast asleep," Mrs Silva laughed heartily. "Here, take these churros; I added a lot of cinnamon, as per your liking," she handed over a bowl to me.

"Thank you," I yawned before I took the bowl.

Dylan took me by the hand and started heading out. I was walking slightly behind him when Mrs Silva tagged my arm and whispered in a teasing way, "we're all waiting for a young sir de Milo, and here you are, sleeping in the movie theatre. No, ma'am, make use of your bedroom." She winked at me before disappearing into the hallway. I laughed out loud.

"What did she say?" Dylan inquired in a sleepy voice.

"Nothing," I giggled.

"Come on Anisha, tell me what she said," his voice started to sound more lively.

"It was nothing," I laughed, finding fun in teasing him.

"Tell me!" Dylan threatened to tickle me and I screamed,

"no Dylan! I'm holding a bowl, look! You're going to make me drop it."

By the time we reached our wing, Dylan took the bowl away from me, placed it aside and pressed me on to the wall, standing in front of me, "tell me what she said," he spoke in my face.

"I won't!" I laughed out and tried to escape. It was too late, for Dylan held my arm and pulled me. Before I knew it, he had lifted me up, heading for our bedroom.

"Let me down, Dylan!" I protested.

"Not until you tell me what she said!" he chuckled.

I kicked a bit, but the man had his hold firm, and he put me on the bed, straddling me at the speed of lightning, to make sure that I had no way of escape. He began to plant tiny little kisses on my collarbones, going up to my ears.

"Ok ok I will tell you!" I said, not really meaning it. I wanted him to beg me further.

"Then say it now," Dylan did not stop.

"Ok she said…she said we must not sleep in the theatre," I struggled to talk in between my panting.

"Why not?" Dylan continued with the kisses.

"She said they ...I mean she…she is expecting a young sir de Milo soon; so we must make use of our bedroom!" I screamed out. I finally gave in.

Dylan immediately stopped and looked at me. He laughed a little and said, "did she really say that? I never knew that Mrs Silva can joke around."

"She jokes around with me, because I'm sweeter and lovely, and easier to talk to, compared to you." I teased.

"What am I, then? Scary?" he frowned.

"Yes, scary and mean," I laughed and used the chance to escape from him.

I ran towards the huge dining room within our suite, and Dylan followed me. I was at the head of the table, and he, at the other end, was calculating which way to take for him to catch me.

"You're the beast and I'm the beautiful one," I laughed.

"Then the beast is coming for you," he darted towards me but I was fast and I ran, escaping into the nearest open door; the bathroom. I tried fast to shut it down but I was too late. Dylan had pushed it and I found him standing in front of me, while I had nowhere to run to.

"Mrs Silva was right!" he said in a grin full of desire.

"Right about what?" I pretended not to know what Dylan was talking about.

"About the young sir de Milo. We need to use our bedroom, so that a young sir de Milo can be running up and down the mansion soon." He picked me up swiftly, as if he was picking a little child. I let out a little scream as my handsome man took me to the bedroom.

"Please dim the lights," I said in a small voice.

Dylan looked around and did not see the remote control for the lights, so, still carrying me, he headed for a nearby switch. In his haste, he pressed a tiny oval-shaped button which was next to the switch.

"Oh oh!" he said, and instantly his phone beeped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I pressed the wrong button." He spoke while going to the bed. He sat there, made me sit comfortably on his laps, and then took out his phone.

"What? Who are you calling?" I could not believe that he was thinking of making calls at that time.

"Security," he said, before speaking into the phone, "ignore the alarm. I pressed it by mistake."

Alarm? What alarm? "I never heard any alarm?" I could not help but ask for clarification.

He casually threw the phone aside and lay back, this time making me straddle him.

"That button which I pressed, it's for security. You press it if you ever need urgent help; if you're in danger." He explained in a hurry.

It was evident that he did not wish to dwell on the issue for a long time. I had always seen those oval shaped switches, and always forgot to ask what they were for. How could he forget to tell me about them? Mrs Silva too?

"You never told me about that. What if I got in danger and failed to find help," I pretended to be angry.

"I'm sorry my love. I should have told you. I guess I assumed Mrs Silva had done that. We've never used that facility, anyway."

"But I didn't hear the alarm," I was curious to know more about the oval-shaped switch.

"Yah, the way it's made, if you press it here, only the security guards and myself get a notification. Whoever is inside the mansion should not hear the siren, because if it's a robber or whoever would have intruded, the last thing you want is to notify them that you've called for security." He explained.

"Oh, it makes sense. Once you press it, the security guards come in?"

"Yes. It communicates to all the necessary people, once you press the oval shaped button. The message is sent to myself, the mansion security guards, and some selected police officers. If I had not called to stop them, our bedroom would be full by now. They respond within seconds." He smiled.

I was about to ask another question when Dylan said, "enough of that. I'll show you all of them. There's one in the lounge, just behind the big sofa…enough of that now…it's time to make junior sir de Milo"

I laughed sweetly as his lips caught mine in a long, passionate kiss.