Inside The Mansion.

CAMILA

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A hand shot out to grab my upper arm from the right side, and I gasped, as a cold metal suddenly touched my neck.

I gulped, and my eyes shot, shaking, towards the bodyguard with the tattoo-deck neck. His dark eyes were fixed on me with pure murder, "Who are you?"

I parted my lips, furrowing my eyebrows slightly, "Huh?" I didn't know how to identify myself.

A cold, smooth, and absolute voice shot some feet before me. "She's with me, Pietro." King's order echoed calmly, "Let her in,"

The bodyguard called -apparently- Pietro, directly let go of me and nodded respectfully, yet still with a rude look. "Aye, get in."

Hey, who stuffed your ass with a hum bag earlier dude?

I turned and stepped behind my new employer, who had already marched through the corridor leading towards the entry of his… ehem… mansion.

Feeling my presence behind him, his majesty spared me a look. Fast, indifferent, and with a lack of interest. "Coming?" He murmured, arching his head alluringly cold.

I licked my lips and took my first steps inside. Admiring the Beautiful furniture and aesthetics of the living room we just entered. 

The most beautiful part of all was the paintings hanging on the walls. The beautiful paintings of flowers, oceans, grasses, and objects. Then I noticed that there weren't any paintings of women.  I thought he painted women, why weren't their pictures here?

I shook my head at the thought and turned to face my new employer who still wasn't giving me any spec of attention. This time he was leaning on the bar table and staring at absolutely nothing in particular. 

I stood still where I was in the middle of the room. I didn't know if I should go to him or find my room myself. 

“Uhm…” I managed to start after noticing that King wasn't going to say anything anytime soon. “ I need to get my stuff. “

He raised an eyebrow as he brought his gaze on me.

“I mean, my belongings. If I'm to stay here, I'll need my stuffs-”

“Miss Frost, did you read the contract at all?” He asked suddenly, still raising his brows at me. When I didn't give a reply, he continued. “You don't leave, everything you want is here, in this house. You don't leave.” He finished, moving slowly from where he was resting to where I stood. 

“But my things-” I managed to say but I was cut short again. 

“From your dress to your bathing tools, to your panties. We have them here. Claire will show you to your room.” He said as he marched past me towards the stairs that I guess, was leading to the living rooms.

For the second time today, I was dumbfounded and absolutely lost on what to do. I didn’t know if I should follow him or keep standing there. Then, I remembered he mentioned a name.

“Oh, uhm… who’s Claire?” I shouted after him but he gave no reply and continued walking up the stairs, dashing towards the left wing.

“Oh, I am!” A chirpy voice echoed from behind me and I flinched as I turned immediately to locate the voice.

She stood, a short advanced woman with a little red rose on her hand. She was smiling weirdly. Her hair was kept in a neat low bun and she was on a dress three times bigger than her. 

I didn’t know how long I stared in shock but when she moved towards me and handed the flower to me, I came back to reality and took the rose from her. Giving her a weird smile of my own.

“I’m Claire, the head of the house.” She finished with a smile as she patted me on the shoulder and ran her other hand through my thick brown hair. “Oh, you look so fine and perfect for everything! What’s your name sweet?”

Uhm… three things are involved here;

 first, what does she mean by ‘Head of the house’? Was she his mom?

Second, why is she all over my hair like that?

Third, what am I perfect for?

And last, why was she giving off this weird chirpy energy?

I managed to keep my thoughts at bay so I gave a smile back at her. “Camila, I’m Camila Rose.”

“Oh, my! It’s almost like I knew your name was Rose, and I got you one. Hahaha!” She laughed hard and moved closer to me. “Come with me child, there are lots of things you need to learn before you’re fit to stay.”

Okay, I was beginning to have a second thought about this contract shit.

One thing I knew, it wasn’t going to end well.

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For the rest of the day, Claire showed me around the place and explained everything to me. There were ten rooms in total. One for King, one for Claire, four more for the workers in the house, the paint room, visitors rooms, and one for yours truly, me.

I was free to roam the house whenever I wanted. But I was limited to King’s room and two other rooms after his. One which was his study, and another, whose purpose was best not told… according to her.

“Why can’t I go in there?” I had asked her.

“The last person that did, was hospitalized.” She had responded. “It’s the only place he finds peace and keeps his prized possessions. You don’t want to be there.” She had completed before pushing me away from that wing of the house towards my room.

The room wasn't much of anything, and just like king had said, it had everything. I didn't know how they got my sizes correctly, but everything there was fit for someone of my posture. To save my own sanity, I refused to believe they were originally mine. Maybe some old client of his had them and thus, was passed to me.

“Clean up now, Lorenzo would want you at the table for breakfast,” Claire said sweetly as she tapped on the shoulder again and left the room.

I looked around the room again and sighed. This was my life now. And if I want to live this next month right, I'll need to give that asshole a piece of my mind and tell him to stop ignoring me and act like a man for once.

And that was what I was going to do during this breakfast voila… give him a piece of my damn mind!

Yippies!