The Hush-Bond

Chapter Five: $2M = Back Out

Darren's POV

When I was already inside the restaurant I approach the woman behind the reception area. She notice my presence and smiles.

"Good evening sir - welcome to Italia Presto." She started with greetings. "Do you have a reservation sir?" She politely ask.

"Yes, I do have,actually I'm with--" before I could finish my sentence I was cut off by a familiar voice.

"It's under the name of Mr. Devin and his with me." The man said behind my back. I turn my head to the left and found Mr. Devin smiling down at me showing his pearly white teeth.

"Oh...Mr. Devin, good evening to you sir. Follow me please - this way". I guess Mr. Devin is a regular customer here - the way the receptionist greeted him. We followed her towards our reserved table located in more secluded or separated far enough from other tables - enough not to hear anything in a normal tone conversation and when we are settled. She talk again.

"A waiter will soon cater your needs gentlemen. I will leave you now...have a nice dinner and good evening" she said in a warm manner and depart to go back to her previous position. A minute later a waiter approach us - he offered us drinks and took our orders. I'm really trying my best to compose myself but failing. I keep on wiping out my face with a hanky because I'm sweating bullets even though the place is well air conditioned. I can't help not be uncomfortable and be nervous with the situation I'm now.

"Are you alright, Mr. Samuels?" He started the conversation with asking me. "Are you not comfortable being with me?" He added in a teasing way.

I was about to answer but was delayed by the waiter having our requested food. The waiter place our respective food in front of us, said his memorize polite lines and made his leave. I pick up the napkin on the table, unfold it and place it on my lap.

"Truthfully Mr. Devin - I'm nervous and doubtful about this job because I don't know anything about it but still I approved to it. And it's even weirder that you have to say the full details of it over dinner sir." I explain not looking straight at him.

He pick up the glass with wine, put it on his mouth and empty it and placing it back on the top of the table. "Actually the job...I'm offering you is kind of private. That's why I needed to tell it to you personally and not in your office because someone might overhear it."

"Okay... And how do you define private?"

"It means - me and you privately." I'm really not getting the point. What he means about 'me and you privately'?

"Could you please be more specific sir? Your like talking to me in different language here."

He smirk "Your job is to become my husband."

"WHAT!?" I shriek standing up quickly from my chair. Shock of what I just heard from him. Then I remembered that I was inside the restaurant. I look around and I noticed all the people stop on what they're doing and staring in my direction. My cheeks are now burning red because of embarrassment so I did what I had to do. I said "sorry" to them while bowing slightly and sit down back again.

"This is why I had to tell it to you over dinner because you will freak out like this." He said in a relax way - well that's expected he was the one who planned this ridiculous idea and it only added to my anger towards him.

"What's there not to freak out!? What kind of sane person do that - just offer a job to become his husband? Did you fall down on your crib and hit your head on the floor when you were a baby!?" I spat at him angrily between grated teeth.