15Next MorningI had a deep slumber after taking antidepressants. Yesterday wasn’t in my fair, I had been apprehending every second of tomorrow, I wasn’t in my senses all day, kept myself busy in the regrets of what I signed myself for, I should’ve been more considerate about the answer I mouthed off too casually and more than that, she took it without reassuring. How unprofessional of her. She didn’t discuss signing the contract, that’s important before every job and I was fearing if this designation was only a net to trap me. What if someone from that household was my stalker or unknown rapist? Anything could be possible and more above than the fact, I had no idea how Brandon Grande was with his employee, he must treat all his workers like a piece of dirt, it had always been obvious on his face how frosty and unmerciful he looked. He was like a block of ice, cold from inside out. I wiped away Brandon’s thought and dragged my mind into something positive, I postured straight on the
16Mr. Grande was calling me out. Brandon Grande wants to meet me.I couldn’t believe it for a second, he was a well-known celebrity and I was going to meet him. Alone. Not that we would have an intimate conversation or I was dying for a fan moment but still I was overwhelmed by the thought of getting a chance to talk to him individually. I followed the young lady to somewhere she stated Mr. Grande’s study room. I wondered what his study room looked like, was it like an antique library or a vintage themed room with collections of every classical masterpiece. I meant he was a highest-paid celebrity who lived in Beverly Hills in a gigantic mansion which can consume at least hundreds of people but yet Mr. Grande preferred to live quite lonely. I reached his so-called ‘study room’ which seemed more like a room of mystery hiding skeletons of humans because it was so far down and out of the corner than other rooms. I anyways tossed my life and knocked on the door for my most intimidating
17What a day it was! I flipped on my bed after slipping into my nightwear, my eyes were stoned to the ceiling and I was lost in reviewing today. Every slight thing that happened back in that mansion was my sheer centre, I focused on goods and then boom, my mind hit with Brandon’s deadpan face. What was with that man? I rolled over to my left and fished my bag on the ground, I picked it up and fetched out the file he gave me; it had everything I needed to know about Kevin. I turned on my side-lamp and opened the file. It started with his basic information like his real name, height, weight, hobbies, etc. I turned over the page and found the real list starting for me, His likings in food, sports, personalities preferences, favorite cartoons and toys and the list was endless. I went through the details and learnt that Kevin was five years old, a shy boy with anxiety issues due to losing parents at a young age. He likes robotic gadgets, football, tennis, marathons and what got me wa
18Phew. What was back in that room? Brandon’s words kept repeating in mind like a mantra, he said he owed me, just because I buttoned his shirt? This was alarming, my heart couldn’t stop pondering. He had something different in his eyes when he looked at me, the same vibe when he walked by me at the afterparty, the way he stared. It was a sign. I shook my mind to waive off the baleful thoughts and went to Kevin’s room with a straight mind, he was instructed to get ready by Mr. Grande, some Mr. Peters; his personal designer who was responsible for taking care of his outlook. I had never been this lucky to even get touched by a designer yet that five years old was getting dressed to fleek by him. Lucky kid. When I entered the room, Kevin stood before the mirror; checking himself attentively. How immaculate the boy was, “You look handsome, little man,” I complimented him, he eyed me through the mirror and passed a matey smile,“Thank you, Miss Jen,” Kevin blushed and turned around to
19I nearly jumped out of my skin; my skin felt like jelly, hands were frozen, my heart throbbed against my ribcage like it’d come out of me if I’d breathe another second, I couldn’t feel my head, I was going giddy and about to collapse any time soon. I stuck myself into a jam and neither I’d strength to cut the call nor I wanted to hear more of him, I knew Brandon must have noticed me by now because the aura around me had changed into an utter tension, I glanced at him, he was gazing at me with questionable eyes, his eyes had caught my appalling form; like what happened. “You didn’t answer me, slut. You missed me, right?” Liam’s banter hadn’t given my heart any solace, instead, he was the cause of my messy state. I nearly had tears to roll down. I wanted to sob and tell him to stay away from me. My body reacted to his voice like I’d heard a death angel. “C’mon, my personal slut, don’t keep your fuckable mouth sewed, talk to me. Tell me how badly you want to file a divorce,” I gulp
20Brandon and Liam. These two men were ruling my mind all day. I came home from the hotel, Brandon noticed I seemed to be lost after that ludicrous question he asked me, he told me to go home straight from there otherwise I’d have to tug Kevin to bed and tell him a nice bed-time story, but I guessed, it was not for today. I joined Eliana for dinner, told her each and every fact about the Liam vs Brandon thing. She got hyperventilated about me and almost reacted worst than I had expected. Girl literally jumped out of bed in fury when I told her about Liam’s threat. “I’ll shoot that son of a bitch myself, how dare he said that shit?” I grabbed her shoulders for my dear life, her anger could take my life away. “El, no you’re not gonna do any stupid, I can’t risk your life for me,” I tried to advise her, but her mind was at boiling point and I couldn’t do anything about it except to burn my hands in it, It took me 30 minutes to get her into normal, whether she was a surgeon but her t
21The day went incredible. Kevin and I had the time of our life, I couldn’t believe he was adjusting with me so quick; that fact literally startled me. I couldn’t comprehend what I did to win his heart so easily. This little five-year-old prodigy was sitting in front of me on the chair and reading a book he liked most reading about; cardiology books. Such a non-fictional chap he was becoming.“Kevin, can I ask you a question?” I popped in out of nowhere, His vivid-blue eyes glimpsed at me, those very crystal-like orbs had something in them… like determination and spirit to conquer the world, I didn’t notice I was lost for a moment. His lips curved into a tender smile and then followed back to his book, “Yes, Miss. Jen?” He permitted, focusing on where he left. “What interests you to read such books? I’m amazed to see your interest in them. They’re pure science you know,” I asked him, quite frankly. My eyes were beholding the sight of the thickest eyelashes I had ever seen in my en
22I didn’t understand how I survived back in that room, the interrogation nearly gave me a panic attack. Those brutally personal questions that were shamelessly asked by a debater and above than that; the judge who enjoyed the show, Brandon wandered around my mind like his face was the only thing I knew. Mr. Hyde humiliated me back there by asking such questions in front of a third person who had no authority to invade my privacy, it must be normal in this city but I was not used to making an open speech on such topics. If any other local LA chick would have been there in my position, she wouldn’t have shied on talking about her private past traumas, my case was different. I hated wording my weaknesses and that’s what I exactly did in that studio. I had to tell him the truth, I really wanted to get out of this abusive relationship, that man who I thought deserved me was my mistake. I wanted to live freedom, I always craved for it and he exactly stole what I treasured, I hated being