CHAPTER 1

On a cool Friday evening, Chris walked out through the doors of the building of the multi million dollar company, GLAM where he worked, carrying a trashcan in his hand, and down the deserted Sanders Street. Chris Bolton had worked there as a mere cleaner for three whole years and it didn't matter to him that the owner of the company was no other than his beautiful wife and daughter of billionaire business tycoon, Mabel Sanders. Chris had always been a hardworking and independent man who preferred to work hard for his own money rather than stay idle because his wife was a billionaire.

On that faithful evening, Chris seemed to be the happiest man in the world. He wore a smile on his face as he struggled with the over filled thrash can and almost bumped into a beautiful lady trying to make her way through the door.

"Watch where you're going, you dumb and dirty looking peasant!" She screamed, as her eyes scanned him from head to toe.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" She ranted on. "A young and able bodied man like you working as a mere cleaner!"

She spat on the floor before him, as an expression of her disgust, but Chris barely ignored her harsh words and walked on with a smile on his face. Three years working at GLAM now and Chris Bolton was already used to being treated like thrash. No one knew that he was the husband to the owner of the company and he dared not mention a word about it, as his wife, Mabel preferred to keep their relationship secret at work. According to Mabel, it was not good work ethic for two people in the same establishment to have that sort of a relationship, and it was best they kept it secret.

Chris had always loved Mabel with all his heart and so, he easily believed her. It was not a problem to him if she wanted their relationship at work to be a secret. The problem was that in their three years of marriage, he had never once had the opportunity to even touch Mabel.

Whenever he tried, Mabel had rebuffed him, giving the excuse that she was trying to get her Masters Degree in Business Administration, and she didn't want to get distracted with the baby that might come from them having sex. Chris believed that as well, and always had to settle for the light peck on his left cheek which always made him extremely happy and gave him goosebumps. 

Chris heaved a deep sigh as he emptied the thrash into the incinerator and turned on his heels. He wheeled the empty thrash can back to the building and dropped it at the corner where it was usually placed. He washed his hands quickly and changed out of his work clothes which consisted of a navy blue shirt, a pair of black pants and boots, into his regular clothes. 

The lady he had bumped into a few minutes ago, who happened to be the receptionist of the company eyed him as he changed.

"Do you not have an office where you can do that?" She asked with a frown.

Chris returned her question with a cool smile. "Mrs. Mabel promised to give me one before the year runs out."

"Whatever," the lady shrugged and rolled her eyes. "You're better off in your work clothes than the garbage you're wearing now."

Chris stared down at his clothes - a badly rumpled and grease stained white shirt that fell over a pair of torn and oversized black trousers. He knew he looked dirty and horrible but those were the best clothes he had in his wardrobe. He couldn't afford new clothes as he was broke. The peanuts he got from working as a cleaner, he had spent it all on trying to settle the debts he incurred years ago when he was jobless and addicted to gambling. 

But Chris would never allow anyone break him. He knew that his fortunes were going to change once his lovely Mabel was through with her Masters Degree program. Then, they could finally have their child together and talk about his promotion. He smiled at the lady again.

"Thank you, Yolanda," He said. "I would be leaving now. Enjoy the rest of your day."

Chris made his way out of the building without another word, and soon enough, he was walking down the deserted Sanders Street. He was not heading home like every other day. He was heading towards Lux, the grandest hotel in the whole of New York. Mabel had told him earlier that day to meet her at Room 7B of the hotel for a special celebration and he just could not wait to see what surprise she had in store for him.

Chris' mind was racing with a million thoughts as he got closer to Lux. Why did Mabel want him here? What was the special celebration? Maybe she finally wanted him to play a more active role in her life? Or it was her Masters program! Yes! That had to be it! She was finally done and it was time for him to enjoy every bit of her. His heart raced with excitement at the thought and he quickened his pace until he got to the grand door of the hotel.

The security guard standing outside the hotel stared at Chris with contempt as he seemed to be held spellbound by the beauty of Lux.

"Who are you and what do you want here?" The guard snarled.

"Chris Bolton," Chris replied quickly and provided a card Mabel had given him earlier from his pocket. "I'm to meet Mrs. Mabel Sanders here by 7pm."

The security guard snatched the gold plated card from his hard and scanned it for a long time. He didn't seem convinced that a pauper like Chris could have access to such a card and he dialed a number on the intercom.

"Lady Mabel?" He spoke into the intercom. "A certain Chris has asked to see you and he has a gold card - "

The security guard paused for a while, listening to her instructions over the phone and after a while, he hung up the call and motioned to Chris.

"Follow me."

He stepped into the hotel and Chris followed close behind. Chris marveled at the sight before him. Never in his life had he seen such a structure, as the one he was seeing at Lux. The guard stopped at a passage way and Chris' countenance fell immediately he saw them - Mabel's mother, Elaine, and Mabel's brothers, Alan, Bruno, and Diego. 

Chris knew how much they detested him as they never failed to remind him that he was nothing more than a church rat, picked from the gutters by their father, the kindhearted billionaire, Marcus Sanders.

It felt strange however seeing all four of them grin as he walked in, and he suspected that something was wrong.

"Chris Bolton's unexpected rise from rags to riches!" Alan, the first of the Sanders brothers exclaimed, placing a hand on Chris' shoulders. "From a broke gambling addict to the husband of one of the richest women in New York."

"Where are you going with this?" Chris snarled, losing his cool.

"Relax," Alan said with a chuckle. "Happy 3rd year marriage anniversary! Your loving wife, Mabel employed our help to surprise you!"

Chris' eyes softened at the mention of his wife, Mabel. He knew she loved him so much and that was why she made her family surprise him. On a regular day, her mother and three brothers were bad news. Elaine produced a huge cake that she had been hiding behind her all the while and together, all four of them chorused.

"Happy 3rd year anniversary, Chris Bolton!"

Chris felt so emotional in that moment and his eyes began to tear up. 

"Oh Chris," Diego, the last born of the Sanders family walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulders.

"I can assure you that there are a lot of tears for you to cry when you walk in there. You don't need to do that in front of us, okay?"

Chris nodded in innocence and Diego shoved him towards the door of Room 7B.

"Now, go see your wife."

Chris bubbled with excitement as he pushed the door of the room open and just as he had expected, Mabel was lying on a bed well dressed with fine white linen and adorned with roses and candle lights at the four edges. She wore only a sexy black lingerie, and her legs were parted wide, in an inviting fashion. 

Chris could feel the heat in his pants already, but all of a sudden, two muscular men on dark shades appeared from nowhere and grabbed him by his two arms, holding him firmly. Next, the door of the bathroom swung open and Chris' jaw dropped open when a man walked out with a towel around his waist. He was damn handsome, with curly blonde hair and sea green eyes. He walked up to the bed where Mabel lay, her legs still parted wide and he planted a kiss on her lips.

"Is that the peasant you've had to put up with for three whole years?" He asked, in a low whisper.

"Mmhmm," Mabel mumbled. 

It was clear that she was already losing her senses to his kiss and that infuriated Chris all the more.

"Get your filthy hands off my wife you animal!" Chris roared.

The blonde man stared at Chris for a long time and finally shook his head pitifully. He glared hard at the men who held Chris and in a voice that carried authority, he ordered:

"Make sure the peasant watches every single second of our lovemaking."