Deeply Enticed episode 16

Deeply Enticed

Episode 16

Henry
It’s been two days since I last saw Trisha and it was eating me up. The conference room of the hotel was being set up, something big was going to happen. The bartender kept on glancing at me as if he wanted to say something but he kept himself busy with the glasses that he kept on polishing. I was at the bar of the hotel I was staying at for the mean time, I didn’t leave the city because I couldn’t bear to stay far away from Trisha and also because of Zenzele, after what happened I can barely start to trust him. I looked at him and motioned for another bottle. He brought out another bottle and opened it for me. My phone rang… it was Trisha, I ignored her call. With the way I am drunk, I can’t risk her listening to me like this.
Bartender: women?

Me: wife, I don’t understand what she wants me to do.

Bartender: I know what you mean

Me: do you have a wife?

Bartender: divorced… I couldn’t deal with her… she was always whining all day.

Me: you think you have found your relieve?

Bartender: yes… I mean if she doesn’t give you a break… give it to yourself and well Divorce is the best solution

Me: (shake my head) no way… I can’t leave without her, I think you didn’t love her.

Bartender: well if you can’t leave without her then what are you doing her?

Me: what am I doing here? She told me that she needs space

Bartender: if she told you that then why is she calling you nonstop?

Me: she said she didn’t mean it because she was drunk.

Bartender: and you left… man do you know what you have done… with my little knowledge that I have on women I can tell you that when they get hurt they have a tendency of letting their emotions take over them and often that happens when their ex is around.

Me: oh no… that won’t happen. I am keeping an eye on her… you know the funny thing is her Ex is my brother.

Bartender: you are keeping an eye on her?

Me: yes… I happen to be in love with a woman who tends to think that suicide is the solution to her problem…

Bartender: man you are messed up.

Me: tell me about it.

Bartender: a little advise keep yourself sober 99.9% of the times because she can strike anytime and what will you do when she strikes right now.

Me: I see your point, any way I must head back to my room.
I gave him my credit card.
Bartender: good luck with your life Mr. Tyson.
He said looking at my credit card. I nodded.
Me: thanks… I am so glad I don’t have to drive, I am starting to see double.
He laughed and shook his head while I stumbled off the seat and I headed to the elevator. I entered the elevator alone and I was thankful for that. To the 5th floor. I leaned on the side and closed my eyes, the elevator opened on the third floor and I opened my eyes only to close them again then open them again… shit, am I starting to hallucinate. Standing before me stunned as I am was my ex-girlfriend Melissa and she was looking hot as ever in a silver silk dinner dress and the perfect make up.

Mel: Henry…

Me: Shit! I think my eyes are failing me.

Mel: no henry it’s me… Melissa… Mel

Me: I think I have had too much to drink.

Mel: yes you are drunk and miserable what happened to you?

Me: is it really you?
I stumbled to the other side almost falling. And she held m for support.
Mel: Jesus Christ Henry… what happened to you?

Me: long story
The elevator opened and she helped me to, my room.
Mel: which room number?

Me: 312
I gave her my keys and she opened up for me then led me to my room and threw me on the bed.
Me: are you going somewhere

Mel: yes… a business conference that is being held down stairs.

Me: oh… how great. You have a good life.

Mel: oh my god you are completely sloshed.

Me: I don’t care, can you please tell me why women are so hærd to get.

Mel: oh… it’s about a woman. I told you to stay away from girls or they are going to burn you.

Me: it’s not just girl Mel… it’s my head

Mel: what is it then?

Me: my wife

Mel: what…! You have a wife?

Me: is it so hærd to believe?

Mel: yes… who can manage to stand your dinosaur mother?

Me: her name is Trisha Tyson.

Mel: nice name… does she know that you are here?

Me: no, no, please don’t tell her… I beg you

Mel: I don’t even know her relax… although I am surprised that she managed to get you to this point.

She pulled me up to the pillows and placed a blanket over me.
Mel: I have to go now you owe me big time for getting me late.

Me: hey I didn’t ask you to help me… I think I am going to be sick.
She ran to the door and brought back a bin which I immediately puked on. I looked at her and without warning the vomit splashed from my mouth to her dress and she scre-med.
Mel: eew!! Heenryyy!

Me: oh… I am sorry… mmh
Eventually I passed out.
Zenzele

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It’s been two days now and henry is missing, he just disappeared without telling anyone. Mother has been worried although he constantly sends messages that he is fine. So now I have been sent to Trisha’s house so that she can tell me where my d*ck of a brother is. As much as I hate to do this… I had no choice because mom thinks I am still Trisha’s “good friend” so if I blow that cover then I will have to explain exactly how I know Trisha.

I nocked at her door and her mother opened up for me. I haven’t really figured out if she likes me or not but she doesn’t give me an attitude so I am fine with that.
Me: good morning.

Mrs. Sindia: morning… Please come in.
She led me to the living room…
Mrs. Sindia: sit down… And tell me how I can help you?

Me: I would really like to see Trisha.

Mrs. Sindia: I am sure she will be here any second now. She is going out.

Me: ok thanks.

Mrs. Sindia: in the meantime… Let me get you some cookies.
She stood up and went to the kitchen and came back with cookies then went outside using the back door. Trisha came downstairs wearing a long black designer dress. It long sleeves and straps on the chest. She had her hair in a bun and a gold clutch bag with sparkling high heels. She looked magnificent. She was walking slow talking to the phone. As soon as she saw me she paused and hanged up, her face turned pale even though she was wearing heavy make-up. I stood up.
Me: hey…. hi.

Trisha: um… Hi

Me: you look amazing…. Beautiful…. Wow.

Trisha: thanks… What are you doing here?

Me: I am not here to cause any trouble, I promise

Trisha: well…

Me: well…. Mother wanted to know where his son is and it seems you are the last person to see him.

Trisha: why didn’t you call?

Me: its either you don’t answer your phone or your phone is unavailable.

Trisha: I am sorry… I have been busy.

Me: well… Where is Henry?

Trisha: (drops her head and holds her forehead) I don’t know… He won’t tell me.

Me: what happened between you guys?

Trisha: long story… Eventually, he disappeared for my own good.

Me: why would he do that?

Trisha: I don’t know okay.
Tears started forming in her eyes and she looked up to avoid them from falling down. She put her files on the table then went to the kitchen and came back with a glass of water.
Me: when last did you talk to him.

Trisha: two days ago.

Me: where did he say he was going?

Trisha: I said I don’t know… All he said was he was going on some business trip.

Me: okay… I will tell mother that you are clueless just like us.
She was upset and getting irritated. Her phone rang and she answered without looking at the caller. She snapped at the poor caller.
Trisha: what? Oh… I am on my way just give me a few minutes… Yes. Excuse me do you even know who you are talking to…. Well go and take care of it then. If this becomes a disaster you are losing your job so make sure everything is alright… I am on my way.
She was really angry and I knew that driving is her hærd limit when she is angry… She stomped to the table on took her stuff.
Me: don’t you need a driver?

Trisha: I have a driver’s license.

Me: I know but now you are angry and you shouldn’t drive while angry.

Trisha: Are you a policeman now… Look I told you that I don’t know where my husband is… Now if you may excuse me… I have to go to a conference.

Me: and I am happy to drive you…
She gave me a stern look.
Me: look Trisha… How many times have you caused an accident while driving angry…?
She closed her eyes for some few minutes and gave me the keys. Good choice, sometimes I wonder who was the person who marked her driving because he was certainly not focusing. I headed to the car and opened the door for her. She entered and smiled at me. When I started driving she put one of those blue tooth devices in her ear and opened her laptop. She was yelling at her stuff the wh0le way until we arrived at the conference center. I opened the door for her and followed her in,side. To my surprise there was no Media… I thought this place would be crowding with Paparazzi.
Trisha: since you have no intention of leaving me… Please go and get me some drink… Non-alcohol… Nowadays my body can’t handle alcohol at all.
She said and headed to some gentlemen who were panicking. She looked at them with so much anger and I dreaded to be them at this moment.
I went to the bar at the other side of the conference room and got her two cans of ginger beer, I know how much she loves this drink. When I gave her the drink she didn’t even look at me. She was furiously typing.
Me: can I take a look at that.

Trisha: this is just my presentation…

Me: you didn’t finish your presentation.

Trisha: Zenzie… you should know that I like being presentable. These two nut heads behind me deleted it.

Me: I can recover it.

Trisha: you can? But it was permanently deleted.
She raised her head and looked at me.
Me: trust me
I took her laptop and worked my magic. In a matter of minutes I was done. She smiled and nodded at me opening her can.
Trisha: thank you.

Me: you are welcome… may I ask what this conference is all about.

Trisha: well, we are planning on buying another airplane. We have this company that sells furniture, the Parisha furniture shop it’s a chain store. It’s a big shop that imports furniture straight from china. We will be finalizing our deal of joining hands with that company and my father’s plane will be transporting their goods after that we celebrating it.

Me: so it’s like they are giving you a transport-tender

Trisha: no… we are going to be their transporter until the end of the road.

Me: your father left his company in good hands

Trisha: you think so… honestly I am just trying let’s go to the bar, the other representatives are not here yet and I guess they won’t be here for the next 10 minutes. So let’s go to the bar.

Me: I thought you didn’t want to drink.

Trisha: I don’t want to… but I guess a glass won’t hurt.

Me: yes, make sure you stick to one glass.
We sat at the counter. I took her laptop and she started explaining to me all about her father’s business. To tell the truth everything was interesting about it. She was calmer with me now and she could even laugh.
Trisha

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Zenzele was being extremely nice right now and well I didn’t mind it because now I was more confident of the presentation that I was going to make. I gave the bar tender my credit card and he looked at me with a lot of awkwardness.
Me: excuse me… is there a problem with my card.

Bartender: no mam… I just noticed that you are married.

Me: yeah so?
He looked at Zenzele and smiled while swiping.
Zenzele: hey stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong

Me: it’s okay Zenzie… sir this is my brother in law

Zenzele: you don’t have to explain yourself to him.

Bartender: well mam… I am sorry I just happen know another Mr. Tyson in this hotel.

Me: you do?
Automatically my heart started to race, could this man be talking about Henry. I exchanged glances with Zenzie and looked at the bar tender.
Me: sir… was he light skinned and tall

Bartender: yes mam… he also had a great afro hair

Me: oh my god. Henry! Where is he?

Bartender: I really don’t know mam… I think it’s not allowed to give such information about our customers.

Me: no… I am his wife.

Bartender: you are speaking to the person mam. You can go to the reception.

Zenzele: Trisha, look… people have already started arriving.

Me: no… Henry is here… take this and go to them. Keep them busy until I come back.
I gave him my files and laptop.
Zenzele: Trisha… your work… you said you love to always…

Me: I don’t care what I said… I am going to find my husband.
I went to the reception desk and confirmed that Henry is here. I asked for his room number and she told me about their hotel privacy policy.
Me: excuse me… I am his wife

Receptionist: well mam… I am sure he will tell you himself.

Me: you don’t get it do you… that person has been missing for two days… I need to see him.

Receptionist: you could be a murderer trying to trick me mam.
I rolled my eyes at her, she was really pissing me off.
Me: if I had to be a murderer I would start by you… just tell me where he is

Receptionist: I will try to call his room
I waited as she tried and tried
Receptionist: no answer

Me: what do you want… money? I will give it you

Receptionist: that does not work with me mam

Me: oh my god… where the f-ck is your manager I am going to get you fired, lets see what he will say when he leans that you inconvenienced the owner of Sindia Express company

Receptionist: um… that will be unnecessary mam… he is in room 312 floor 5

Me: that wasn’t so hærd was it?
I hurried to the elevator, glancing back, I could see that the meeting was on… I just had to what was important at this moment.
The elevator opened and I pressed the floor number. When I got off there was a woman before me who was furiously rubbing her silver dress with a cloth and she smelled like Vomit. She raised her head and smiled at me. I smiled back and went to room 312.