Chapter 4

Isabelle pov

I stand in the hallway of Sebastian's mansion, my hands relaxed on my chest. I looked at the maids as they each carried my luggage into the mansion.

“Where should we put it, Ma’am.” The head maid asked me.

She looked to be in her late fifties and I wondered how she still stayed in this mansion and worked for Sebastian even after knowing how he frightened all of them.

“Are there any spare rooms?” I ask, my eyes looking around. “Keep it in one of them. I will sort everything later in the morning.” I made way for them to walk along.

I stood there for a while, as my luggage was taken in one after the other. I looked at the time and it was already past 10.

It was time I retired to bed. I was very tired from today and need a lot of rest for the next day. I stopped the head maid,“Excuse me,” I called out, my hand in the air and she walked over to me. “Where would I be staying for the night?”

She looked at me her brows raised a bit.

“A room...” She murmurs.

“Yes, aren’t there any room for me, in this big mansion?” I exclaim and she laughs slightly, covering her hands with her mouth, then after, she returns her hand down to below her stomach.

“There’s a room for you, Ma’am.” She bows at me, “Follow me.” She pointed forward and made a way for me to walk along.

I step on the stairs leading up to the first floor of the building. My eyes looked at the wall to find any hung portraits, however, there were none. Just the black paint.

We remained silent walking down the corridor of the first floor. The yellow light illuminated our path as we walked. The maid tailed me from behind, her head bent.

We got to a brown door and we halted in front of it.

“You’ll be staying here for the night, Ma’am.” The maid pointed and bowed her head again at me, before she exited the scene, returning to her duty.

I breathed down hard before I pressed the doorknob and pushed it to open. I walked into the dark room and only the moonlight from the outside showed in.

I tried trailing my hand on the wall to find a light switch but I didn’t stumble upon any. It was futile. I removed my huge gown in a rush and threw it on the floor.

I strode into the bathroom and there it felt like another room in the building. Very spacious. At first, I thought I had missed my way but then I recognized the room. It looked exactly like a bathroom. A toilet seat, shower, bathtub, dressing stand, etc. everything was decorated in white. From top to bottom. Even the light in the bathroom made the whole room look even more purer.

Who would have thought there would be a white room inside a dark-painted mansion?

I slowly slide my panties and bra to the floor and step into the bathtub and turn the shower on. The warm water slid down my body as I slowly had my bath. The water relaxing me with every drop.

When I was done, I returned back into the room and without delay, walked to the edge of the wide-spaced bed and slept on it. I needed a good night's sleep and I'm going to get it.

*

The morning sun escaped into the room, illuminating the whole surrounding. I was sleeping like a princess on the bed, forgetting that I am now a Mrs Black sleeping in a mansion.

I slept late last night and waking up early was going to take a toll on me. I couldn’t allow my eyes to have dark circles around and bags below my eyes.

Still, I needed to do something today. I remembered vividly last night. How Sebastian talked to me and how cold and rude he sounded. I don’t know how to approach him when we meet today.

What to say and do when I was around him.

I rolled my body around, and I noticed the space on the bed was more than expected. I kept rolling, effortlessly. How big was this bed exactly?

I kept rolling and came to a stop, when my hands rested on a soft, hard, built, and muscular chest. My hands compressed and contrasted.

‘This can’t be a wall. It's less rigid and hard.’ I whispered in my head. My brows creased. ‘What’s it then?’ I move my hands, slowly ascending up. I felt something like the edge of a person's face and then I open my eyes slowly.

My eyes snapped open, and I was met with the dark intense gaze of a handsome man. But his expression was one of anger and disgust, not kindness or warmth.

As I looked up at him, I tried to get my bearings and figure out where I was. Where exactly am I? Wasn’t it the same room from last night?

Why am I on the same bed with Sebastian Black?

"What's going on?" I manage to croak out, my throat dry and my voice weak.

“I should be asking you the same question.” He says, his eyes never leaving me. “What are you doing in my room, on my bed? Who allowed you into my room.”

His voice roars and I flinch, slightly.

“No, you’re the one on my bed in my room.” I cried, “What have you done to me? Did you touch me? I definitely didn't consent to any of that! Did you…did we…have…s*”

“Stop dreaming, princess.” He interrupts me. “One might think you’re crazy right now. You probably had too much to drink last night, or your newly found position is getting into your head. This is my house and I stay wherever I want. This is my room, now, get the fuck out.”

“Ahhhh!!!” I scream at the top of my voice. “Pervert!!!!”