Chapter 32: The Wrong Person

" I hope there's ice in it?" grandfather Gordon asked Butler Bruce who was approaching him with a bottle of Dusech VSOP, a very expensive bottle of wine which was grandfather Gordon's favorite.

Sampson always had a bottle or two. Although it wasn't his favorite but, it had a really unique taste so why not?

" Yes sir." Replied Bruce who placed the bottle and a glass cup with an Ice cube tray on a mini table next to grandfather Gordon.

After Bruce had poured him a glass with three ice cubes in a tulip cognac glass, he turned to leave, but grandfather Gordon stopped him.

" Stay back Bruce." Grandfather Gordon said.

" Ok sir." Bruce replied with a small bow.

Gulping a shot quantity, grandfather Gordon exhaled in satisfaction while he poured himself another shot.

Gulping another glass, he poured himself another cup again, deliberately delaying the inevitable.

His children knew he didn't like intruding in their private lives or business, neither does he show up unannounced, but he was their father regardless and sometimes, some situations are better handled like a family affair and this was very much one.

The only sound that could be heard in Sampson's office at that time was the clanking sound the bottle and glass cup made whenever grandfather Gordon poured himself a cup.

Grandfather Gordon was no ex Military officer, but respect was accorded to him by people and to some extent, fear, especially a family member who got his or her behind in trouble.

All the while, his sight was on either on the glass or the book shelf opposite him.

Seeing how the room was getting too stuffy, Elle and Hilton decided to speak up. They couldn't take it anymore, besides they weren't sure what to expect if he spoke up first.

" Dad we're sorry. We just didn't want our son to get into more trouble or end up losing his life. We couldn't afford it and we didn't know what else to do." Hilton said.

" We're really sorry father." Elle pleaded.

But the old man kept mute. Infact, he was busy adding more ice and drink in his glass.

Seeing that he paid no attention to them, Hilton extended his hand and slowly tapped Mason, beckoning on him to apologise.

Mason who had not spoken a word since Jenna arrived tried to inaudibly clear his throat to the best of his ability before speaking.

" Grandfather I'm sorry f_"

" My friend Prescott has not lost a touch. Don't you think so Bruce?" Grandfather Gordon asked referring to the bottle in his hands.

" Yes sir. Still one of the best in the market despite it's years of existence and domination." Bruce replied with a small smile, playing along perfectly well.

" It is, it is." grandfather Gordon said, raising the bottle up to his eyes as if he was examining the bottle's new rebrand design, before nodding his head to show he was impressed.

Pouring himself a cup, Gordon finally glanced at his sons, grandson and daughters -in- law.

Sighing, Gordon downed another cup before he spoke up.

" Hilton, why are you apologizing to me? Why is your wife and son apologizing as well?" Gordon asked with a quirked brow.

" Neither you nor your family owe me an apology. The one you all owe a sincere apology, including you Sam and Evelyn..." grandfather Gordon said pointing at the both of you them, "is resting right now. Not me, I'm the wrong person" he added.

" Before dinner, I want the three of you to have had a real conversation." grandfather Gordon ordered, Sampson and Evelyn. And by the three of them, they understood he wanted them to have a conversation with Jenna.

" Now excuse us, except for you Bruce." grandfather Gordon said to Jenna's parents before they turned around and left.

Now, the judge and one-man jury had some punishments to dish out.

~ Hank Mansion ~

" I'm so sorry my love." Oliver pleaded with Melinda.

" Leave me alone Oliver." Melinda said, pushing Oliver's hands off her waist while they both sat on the bed.

Lying down, Oliver chuckled before he held her waist from behind and pulled her in gently.

Involuntarily, Melinda laid down.

" Honey, I said I'm sorry." Oliver said before relaxing his chin on her shoulder.

" I just want to sleep." Melinda replied.

" No qualms my queen. I can put you to sleep, the best way possible." Oliver said, using his index finger to brush her ear lobes.

" No you can't. I'm not a baby anymore, I don't need you to sing lullabies to me." Melinda replied.

" Who said anything about singing, huh? We don't have to sing" Oliver said " unless you can't keep your voice down, but you shouldn't blame it on me then." he added in a flirty manner.

Melinda smiled briefly before switching her demeanor to the 'cold' one which Oliver could see through anyway.

" We're not teenagers anymore Oliver." replied Melinda.

" And when did that become a license to having fun and being happy?" Oliver asked.

" Listen my love, I flirt with only you, no one else. Besides, the last time I checked, men my age are called sugar daddies because_"

" Because what Oliver? Oh, you want to be one don't you? Or are you already? Is that the reason you're always travelling? N_"

Abruptly, Oliver shut Melinda up with a kiss. He had to sit up to do that as swiftly as he could because Melinda had already sat up before he knew it.

Almost effortlessly, Oliver kissed Melinda even as she tried pushing him away. She even resulted to biting him, but was that enough to stop Oliver who wanted to have his dramatic wife so badly? No! Of course not.

When he was starting to run out of breathe, he parted his lips from hers, not without cupping her colored cheeks.

Breathing heavily, Melinda struggled to breathe normally so she could rant but Oliver spoke up first.

" If only you know how much I love you Melinda. You don't have the slightest idea. If you did, you would not be asking such absurd questions." Oliver said to Melinda who was less furious at this point.

" It's you Mel. Only you." he added calmly and passionately while stroking her hair gently.

" Okay?'' Oliver asked.

" Okay honey?" he asked again.

" Whatever." Melinda replied before lying down again.

Oliver took it as a positive response so he laid next to her, with his hands never leaving her body.

Slowly, he started making advances at Melinda. Advances she did not reject.

It took everything in her not to pounce on Oliver while the foreplay lasted. Everything!

When it finally boiled down to the peek of it, keeping her voice down became very difficult for Melinda.

The struggle was real.