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The driver chuckled. “What’s the matter? You can clearly afford it.”
“I just need to… um… go ask…”
“You’re full of shit,” the cab driver spat, his whole demeanor changing. “This is some kind of setup, isn’t it? You cheated your way to getting your name on that list. You don’t belong here.”
Just then, the hand-carved front door of the imposing mansion ahead of her opened. And out stepped Isaac.
He was wearing a linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and blue jeans. He looked totally different to the last times she’d seen him, in business attire. This was relaxing-at-home Isaac, and if it wasn’t for the fact he was a full-on animal-hater, he’d have looked very sexy. That clean-shaven face showing off his strong jawline. The floppy brown hair. The wide chest. He looked like a Daddy from a magazine.
Isaac walked up to the cab and knocked on the driver’s window.
“Is there a problem, sir?” asked Isaac.
“She’s lied her way onto your property, sir,” said the cab driver. “And now she won’t pay me.”
Isaac scowled at the driver. “Shehappens to be my fiancée,“ he said. “And she doesn’t need to pay you a cent. I’m the one who looks after her.”
Isaac reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. “That’s more than enough to cover your costs,” he told the driver.
The driver’s mouth flapped open and then shut again. He took the money with a sigh. “You rich people are all the same. Tighter than a nun’s asshole.”
Isaac didn’t seem to have heard. He was too busy opening the back door of the cab and helping Peach out. He took hold of her Build-A-Bear bag, an he took hold of Teddy, and he even gave Peach a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said. “Let me show you your new home, future Mrs. Righton.”
Peach shook her head. She could have pinched herself. Was this really the same Isaac? Maybe married life wasn’t going to be so bad after all…
*
“This is my place,” said Isaac, showing Peach inside. “Obviously, you won’t be staying here. And nor will your dog.”
Peach looked back at Teddy sadly. Isaac had insisted that Teddy stay out on the front doorstep. Teddy looked back at her with his one big eye. Poor thing. She’d get him soon.
She looked back at the entrance hall of Isaac’s home. It was ridiculously grand. A huge staircase. Limestone. Marble. Chandeliers.
“Wow,” she breathed. “It’s like… Daddy Warbucks’ mansion.”
Except he’s not Daddy Warbucks. He’s Daddy Righton. And he’s not my Daddy. He never will be.
“How many bedrooms have you got?” Peach asked, then immediately kicked herself for talking about bedrooms. She didn’t want to sound like she was thinking about… that.
“Five,” Isaac replied.
“But you have way more than five doors up there!” Peach said, pointing to the long row of doors at the top of the stairs.
“Well, each room has its own bathroom,” said Isaac. “And there’s a gym. A movie theater. Plus a bunch of other stuff.”
“Other stuff?”
Isaac’s eyelid twitched slightly. A tiny movement, but Peach noticed it right away. “Well, downstairs,” he said, “I have a normal kitchen, a chef’s kitchen, a pool, a swim-up bar, a—“
“I can hardly take this all in,” said Peach. “You really live like this?”
Isaac shrugged. “You will too, babygirl. For as long as we’re married.”
Peach felt her entire body turn to Jell-O. No man had ever called her “babygirl” before. It felt good. Even if it was coming fromhim.
“I’ll give you the grand tour sometime,” said Isaac. “But right now, it’s time to show you your place.”
