Conveniently Married To A Billionaire

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HAPPY READING

Delsa Mingo POV

I graduated from the University of Stanford with my bachelor in education, communication and business. I did an additional professional postgraduate diploma in education, spending another year at the university to complete my training.

I'm neck-deep in financial debt owing to the government for my diploma in education and my bachelor studies. I cannot wait to get on with my career to begin payments, now look at my life.

I am a trained teacher, starting my profession at Winsburg elementary school in September. I was looking forward to meeting my first batch of students and impacting their lives after this summer vacation. Now my focus is getting out of here and far away from this country as I possibly can.

Was I this big of an i***t to not think this would come to pass? Truth be told I only thought of the glitz and glam of travelling abroad and visiting this country, this being my first time travelling and being alone.

'you also thought of becoming a woman, spreading your legs and Wilding out' my subconscious felt the need to remind me.

I groan as my tummy rumbles, this never crossed my mind being in a jail cell with a pile of high debt marvelling at how fast life can take a turn. A drastic hurtful, cruel turn, why couldn't it be everything I need and more. Why? The most unanswered question ever to be asked in a situation.

The cell gate accelerates ascending on its rails making a crashing sound and I brighten to see if another officer is entering the cell. With every crashing sound, the gate makes I pray hopefully It is an officer that might speak English and I can talk to him but each new day that hope dies miserably. The officer before dumped the soppy looking meals in the dirty looking bowl as they do every day and expects us to eat. I would rather starve than put one spoon of that slushy looking thing in my mouth. It's as though they think we are animals, the way they prepare and serve these meals angers me further.

I gaze up desiring, needing but today staring back at me is a man so sexy, masculine, gorgeous, regal, practically beautiful at first glance. I wonder if he knows where he stands.

Is my sanity completely gone, am I imagining him?

Never have I seen a man so dignified, classy, masculine strong, well built, sexy with a beautiful light honey skins tone, he had to be a mixed breed. His black expensive suit moulds to his silhouette as if, it sowed onto his body. It contours to his body projecting every ripple of his muscle and tone torso, like he works out every day of his life. His tie is straight to perfection with his dark brown-black hair sheen with 360 waves, a pencil line mouth stash that connects to a partly trimmed beard looks like a 3-day stubble that gives the whole look an elegant but dangerous appeal. His eyes as fire with passion, grey or is it silver shines back at me. I close my eyes am I dreaming? I open my eyes back quickly. I look around the cell and everyone is looking back at him. He is real.

Who is he here for? Who is so lucky to know a man like this. His eyes stay on me, fixed as his gaze seize me in from head to toe. He is a majestic drool-worthy man with a dazzling burns me alive outlook. The most manful derring-do personality with a devil may care persona stands out to all other men in comparison. If he's not a male model he should be. What a thing to think at this time but I couldn't help it as heat rise on my inside with his silver-grey eyes gazing back into mine.

I bent my head back onto my knees, lord if this is the man you send to give me that last bit of pleasure I beg for, thank you. I will surely die after the euphoric feeling directly after having my first orgasm. What is a man like him doing here? He strides over to me and he smells so delicious, heavenly it fills my senses.

He stoops down to my level is he talking to me? I couldn't believe it lord please let this be real. He is talking to me but I don't even know if I process what he is saying. I stare in a daze at this fine, sexy specimen of a man. He stretches his hand to me, I place my hand in his a jolt of thrill run through me and I pull back my hand. I had too, with the thrills flowing through my body charging me to my core. There is a certainty that anywhere he takes me would be better than here. I've must have conjured up this man in my subconscious mind, this couldn't be real. My heart tries to escape my chest as the pounding sound is all I can hear in my ears.

'No silly he's real, he's going to save us. He's the knight we've been waiting for.' My subconscious beam with happiness and I wonder if he thinks I'm a creep for staring at him this way. I couldn't help it, he is the sexiest man ever to walk on two legs or was it three I wonder.

So I reach out again touching him, he is real and his silver-grey eyes burn me into reality. 'You must look and smell awful.' My subconscious screams at me in frustration. He didn't seem to mind though because he says to get close to him while he help me up.

'The moment a really good looking guy decides to show up you look like this' my subconscious hollers and she was beginning to anoint me. I fiddle when I'm nervous, my anxiety takes over and I couldn't help feeling embarrassed that a man like him is seeing a woman like me this way. For the first time in God knows how long I didn't think of this awful cell only this man, how can he occupy my thought in such an instant?

Not once did he frown his face at me or look at me crazy. If my mom saw me now she would scream her head off, she is very overprotective of my sister and me. Even if a strand of hair is out of place, she is a worry wort.

Confusion is more than an understatement as I can't seem to figure out why he's here. I have never seen this man in all my twenty-four years of life. Of all the times in my life, I went unnoticed why now, who sent him. I'm lost as to why this is happening. Everything is beyond me at this point, only a cold shower and a hot meal can make me think straight.

How did I ever get myself in something like this, of all the things I expected to happen this wasn't one of them. Tears burn my eyes and flow down my cheeks as I stand by his side sniffing and rubbing my cheeks to hide my tears.