Chapter 006

Amelia

"This place is a castle," I groaned under my breath as I walked helplessly around the house. I was lost and had no idea where I was headed.

Finally, a lady who seemed to be working there, dressed in a crisp black dress with a white apron and white cap walked past me.

I greeted her with a friendly "Hello!" and she turned around to face me, her eyes meeting mine.

"I'm…uh…" I wasn't really sure what to say to her. I just stared at her feeling lost. How do I tell her I was married to Mr Smith and need to find his room? I blushed scarlet as the word married rang in my head.

"Do you maybe.." I started to say, but my words trailed off as the sound of approaching footsteps made me hesitate. As the footsteps drew nearer, their cologne wafted through the air, filling my nostrils. It was a familiar scent.

I turned my head to look over my shoulder, my eyes locking onto the figure behind me. "Mr. Smith… Alexander," I whispered, as I took in the sight of him standing there.

"Go on, Isabel," he said curtly. The lady quickly bowed her head and exited the place.

Mr Alexander shrugged, barely glancing at me as he ordered me to follow him.

I felt a tingling sensation travel down my spine as we made our way to his room. I was anxious to know the outcome of his conversation with his grandfather.

The question burned on my lips and I blurted out before I could stop myself. "Why did you lie about being the father of my child?"

He continued walking like I hadn't spoken to him. Not even a flinch to acknowledge my question.

Don't you hear me talking to you! I screamed inwardly. You arrogant, rude, pompous… handsome… sexy…my thoughts trailed off course. I shook my head, ridding myself of those nasty thoughts.

We passed through a series of rooms until he finally halted in front of a door. As it swung open, my mouth fell open. The sight before me was breathtaking and I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Take a look through the closet, there are clothes there for you," He said, pointing towards the walk-in closet. "See if there's anything that doesn't suit your taste, while I take my bath."

With a nod, I walked towards the closet, unsure of what to expect. The thought of sharing a room with Mr Smith… no, Alexander, made me blush like a teenager.

I opened the wardrobe and was amazed by the stunning collection of designer clothes inside. His clothes were arranged in a colour-coded pattern on the right side of the closet. While different designs of feminine wear graced to other end.

My hands traced the dresses dangling from the hangers. Wow. I've never seen someone own this many clothes. And they are for me?

I picked one and checked the tag. Chanel. I heard a clicking sound and hund the dress back, hurrying out of the closet. Just to see him step out of the bathroom.

My gaze wandered down his naked body, taking in the droplets of water that trickled from his wet hair, tracing the contours of his abs, and disappearing into the towel draped around his waist.

I swallowed hard.

He seemed utterly unbothered by my gaze, his eyes fixed on mine as he approached me with a steady stride. I was paralyzed, unable to look away or move, my feet rooted to the spot. As he drew closer, I tried to step back, but my legs wouldn't cooperate, and I stumbled, colliding with an object behind me that I hadn't seen before.

Just as I felt myself losing balance, he swiftly caught me, his arms encircling me in a firm embrace. My body leaned into his, and I was struck by the chill of his skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I stopped breathing. It was as if time had suspended itself, like a scene from a movie, and all that existed was the two of us. My mind raced with raunchy thoughts of him, wondering what it would be like to feel his lips on mine. He had the perfect lips.

"Are you okay?" his words broke the spell, and the world snapped back into focus forcing me to gasp for air.

"Ye... yes," I stuttered, clearing my throat and hastily straightening up.

I turned back to the closet and picked a nightgown. I hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. As I stood in the bathroom, trying to collect my thoughts, I couldn't shake off the feeling of his embrace.

After a warm bath, I emerged from the bathroom and was met with the sight of Mr Alexander sleeping on the bed, his body relaxed and his head resting on his left shoulder. I walked towards the bed, uncertain of what to do. I was torn between lying down beside him on the bed or retreating to the floor.

I stood there with my eyes fixed on the floor.

"What are you doing?" His gruff voice startled me.

I spun around, my heart skipping a beat, "Nothing, just...just wondering where you want me."

He raised an eyebrow, "Don't be silly," he said with a low voice. "Come lie down on the bed, there's plenty of room."

It was as if he knew my dilemma. With a nod, I obliged, my body sinking into the softness of the bed with my back towards him. I let out a deep breath, as I relaxed, my eyelids grew heavy, and I soon drifted off to sleep.

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My eyes fluttered open to a bright and sunny morning. I stretched and turned to my side, expecting to see Alexander's face. But the bed was empty, and he was nowhere to be seen.

I heard a gentle knock at the door, followed by a brief pause and then another knock. The person knocking was clearly seeking entry.

"Come in," I invited, and the door opened to reveal a familiar face - the lady I saw last night when I was lost.

"Isabel," I said, greeting her with a warm smile. I remembered the name Alexander had called her.

"Good morning, ma'am, What would you like to have for breakfast."

"Breakfast," I mumbled under my breath. My eyes wandered away from hers, darting all over the place. I’ve never had someone ask me what I wanted for breakfast, except Hailey. But hers didn't count.

Unsure of what I wanted, my gaze fell on her, pleading, "I'll have whatever it is you have in mind."

Her face softened and she smiled, nodding in understanding before she left.

A short while after, the door creaked open. I sat up expecting breakfast, but instead, a woman I had never laid eyes on before entered the room. She carried a tray in her hand, its contents hidden beneath a cover. She was dressed too polished to be a servant.

"Hi Amelia," She said with a sly grin on her face.

She walked towards me with the tray in hand and set it on the bed beside me. She was beautiful, just like the models you would see on magazine covers.

"I know you're probably wondering who I am." Her red lips moved as she spoke.

I nodded, too dazed to speak. Her long nails traced my face for a second, taking me in before pulling away.

"Oh, darling. I'm your worst nightmare darling." She chuckled before walking away.

I sat there in shock, my mind reeling with a single thought. Who the hell was that woman?