August Skye

Part 5

Twenty minutes later, I found myself weaving my way towards the kitchen. I felt refreshed, my skin tingling from a hot shower and my hair squeaking against my fingers as I brushed through it. As I ambled into the kitchen, Jackie, our housekeeper, noticed me.

"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted warmly, her smile reaching her eyes. She gestured towards the dining table with a flourish.

My attention was immediately drawn towards the table. It was ornamented with a variety of food, from pastries to fruits, and beverages ranging from tea to coffee. I returned her smile, a pang of guilt surging within me as I realized that someone else was doing all the work while I was simply a guest.

At the head of the table, I noticed August, engrossed in the morning newspaper. She was popping green grapes into her mouth absentmindedly, her attention seemingly divided between the news and her breakfast.

I approached the table cautiously, taking a seat a few chairs away from her. "Hi," I greeted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her gaze slowly lifted from the paper, her posture remaining relaxed. The morning light streaming in from the window cast an ethereal glow on her face, highlighting the depth of her eyes. "Hey," she responded, lowering the paper and turning her attention towards me.

I reached for the coffee first, my hands wrapping around the warm mug. She watched me as I stirred in some sugar and cream. "So Kate got back to me on that shopping trip. She had a few things sent in earlier this morning—"

"A whole closet full," I interjected, laughing lightly as I remembered the mountain of clothes that had arrived.

August's face brightened at my comment. "About that...I know this may be a bit... awkward. But I want you to feel comfortable here. If there's anything you don't like we can have them returned. This is just until we go shopping. Or you can order whatever you want, and I'll take care of it."

I felt a surge of pride at her offer. "Oh, that's not necessary. I can take care of it."

August nodded, a sign of respect. "I get that. I just want to make sure you have everything you need. You're my wife now." She said, a playful smile forming on the edges of her lips. "It's my job to take care of you."

"Now you're just taking the piss."

She laughed at what I said, the sound bouncing off the walls. "Just seizing the opportunity to do what married people do, Mrs Skye-Luis".

"Hmm," I hummed but her words hit me like a ton of bricks, making my throat tighten. I'm her wife now. Well, I'd be damn.

Our post-breakfast tour ended up stretching longer than we had initially planned. August led me through the expansive property, showing me the gym complete with state-of-the-art equipment, the indoor pool shimmering under the overhead lights, and the vibrantly coloured kid's playroom filled with toys and games. She also pointed out the food court located on the ground floor, boasting of its restaurant-quality food, although she admitted it was unnecessary considering we had Jackie to cater to our culinary needs.

Next, we ventured outdoors where she showed me the sprawling courtyard, the professional-grade tennis court, and the blooming garden, abundant with a variety of flora.

By the time we returned to the apartment, the clock was ticking past ten. We were greeted by the stern face of Phyllis, who was clearly not pleased with our prolonged absence. "Good morning to you too," August greeted her, her tone nonchalant against Phyllis's obvious irritation.

Phyllis shot her a glare as she passed by, making her way down the hall towards her music room. I followed August, with Phyllis trailing behind me.

As soon as we stepped into the room, Phyllis approached me with a set of documents - the pre-nuptial agreement and NDA. August's lawyer explained everything to me through and through, going over each document page by page and making sure I understood everything. Even after that thorough explanation, August still decided to personally explain the purpose of these documents to me, assuring me it was just a formality. I sensed she was just feeling a sense of guilt about the whole thing, but she didn't need to sugarcoat it; I understood her intentions. She was simply trying to safeguard our future, regardless of whether we remained together or decided to part ways.