Chapter Four

Chapter four.

Anastasia's POV.

"Wake up, Anastasia." I hear a familiar voice that jolts me up from the cramped position I had slept in.

"Nicholas..." My voice is low, barely audible. I raise my hand to touch his face, but he withdraws and that's when I realize something odd.

That's a woman's face.

Kyra.

"Kyra." I say, firmly, blinking my eyes open. Jeez! Did I just have a lucid dream? Oh, my God.

When I stand on my feet, Kyra is in front of me, having her arms crossed over her chest. "What?"

I try to be nonchalant about it, fully knowing she's not the type to give up easily. "Oh, a what? You just mentioned Nicholas in your sleep."

"No, I did not." My voice is demanding that she doesn't further it.

"Yes, you did." She presses. I look at the wall clock and panic.

"Jeez! Someone is coming here in an hour."

"What, and you didn't tell me since...since whenever you've known that. My face is literally painted with a—this..." She trails off, her hands gesturing the facial cream she has on, covering all of her facial skin.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I have a contract to sign today." I look at the floor, dirtied from yesterday's celebration. "Kyra, I need you to clean up the living area while I go pack my things."

She frowns at me. "I can't explain right now. I'll be resuming work on Saturday, but I'd have left here by Friday."

"What?!" She's dramatically screaming at me.

"We didn't have time to talk further last night. I love you." I disappear to my room and begin picking out some clothes I would need before Monday, when I can come and carry the rest of my things.

About twenty minutes later, I am finished with that task. After, I am quick with finishing my morning routine and get ready for the day. When I get back to the living room, I see it's clean. Kyra has gotten her face cleaned, and she's now cooking.

I have less than seven minutes before starting to expect the contract to reach me.

"So, I'm making us pancakes." She tells me and I smile.

"Aw, sweet of you."

"Well, I'm glad I am when you're not." Ouch. Touché. What is with her?

"What's with you?"

"What's with me?" She scoffs. Oh, have I hit a nerve? I can't help but grin. "I'm the one here who's telling the other things ahead of time. Like, for example, we need to go to the grocery store today to get some things. There, was it not so easy to talk about?" She rolls her eyes at me.

I exhale heavily. "I'm sor..." A knock, landing on the door, makes me pause. "Did you hear that?"

I did not wait for her to reply. Getting to the front door, I attempt to calm myself before I open the door.

"Good morning, is this Miss Sanusi's house, please?" In a formal manner, the man is speaking.

"Yes, it is." I say and take a glance at his appearance. What's with all these hot fellows, Mr Nicholas has as his workers?

The man has a black official cloth on with caramel skin that's brightly matching with his brown eyes. If I've taken into account intricately, there's something similar with his skin and Mr Nicholas's and his friend and even Olivia. They look too clean and pale, almost lifeless in a sense, like one of an animation. I don't know if that make any sense. Although, it makes them differentially hot.

Oh, I'm stalling him.

"Oh, sorry. Please, come in..." I laugh nervously and he joins in.

"Mick. I'm Mick." He tells.

I gesture for him to take a seat on the one-seater couch. "Would you mind drinking something? Maybe water, or juice?"

"Yes, I would."

Oh, is he not welcoming? He had looked and seemed like it.

"Here's the contract." He tells me, passing some white paperwork from the folder in his hands to me. Taking a seat, I look over it and read the content intricately and intensely.

So, I get to live in Mr Nicholas's house, which I already guessed and am to take care of his two boys and also manage all of his home works, that is, works that he can't do in the office.

The rest is just pretty much unneeded things that needs to be taken into notice. When I'm done and content with it, I sign and give the paperwork back to Mick.

"Thank you, ma'am. You'll receive a mail from your consultant."

"Yes, thank you." I say and he nods.

"What about your bags? I'm supposed to drop them for you today."

"Oh, sure. Give me a minute." I state and leave for my room. Inside, I grab the case and bring it to him. He collects it from me.

"I'll take over from here, Miss Sanusi and take my leave now." He says to me and stands to his feet. I follow him out of the door and watch as he gets into an SUV that drives him away from my compound.

Kyra comes out from the kitchen and say, whispering. "That man: he is fucking hot!"

I groan. "You can never change. I've signed the contract and will be leaving for Mr Nicholas's house tomorrow. Just so you know." She gasps.

"Wow. You're so fortunate."

"What? You're so cheap to think because I'll be living with him, then I'm fortunate. I'm sure he must have a girlfriend." Although, that thought didn't settle too well with me. Regardless, I do not mind.

"Hehe, see who's naughty now. Anyway, fuck you in advance, Anastasia, if you miss the chance to get into his pants or him get into yours. Whichever." I walk past her figure into the kitchen. I'm hungry.

"Can we finish cooking now?"

"Of course, boredom-mate." She teases and I laugh.

The rest of the day went on quickly until it was evening when we needed to go to the grocery. I hadn't wanted to go because I was so tired, but eventually, Kyra used cupcakes, my weakness, to make me come with her.

We just finished with the lists of things we need to buy when someone calls for my attention from behind. At first, I wasn't sure but upon repetition, I turn my back. By the way, Kyra has gone to pay at the counter.

"Hi, I'm sorry to disturb you. Name's Sebastian." He outstretches his hand for an acquaintance shake.

"Anastasia." I reply and accept his offer. He's smirking, calmly. My eyes caught a tattoo around his left arm, which makes me questioning. It's familiar and so antique. It is a three ring symbols that's on his upper arm.

I raise my gaze back to his face. His tanned skin is elegant to the eye, as his bright turquoise orbs that could hypnotize anyone and an old-fashioned accent, and he has his blonde hair dressed such that it covers his forehead, plus goatee beard.

His voice brings me back to the now. "I wasn't sure it was you at first until I came close." I narrow my eyes, not understanding what he meant. "I saw you in Eclipse the other day. I'm one of the staffs." Oh, really?

I smile brightly, now knowing where he knew me from. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I hadn't seen you."

"Yeah, I understand. There is a lot of people in that room for you to look at." He says and I nod, agreeing. "So, do you stay around here?"

"Yes, just in the next street, third building." Woah, I was too descriptive.

"Well, that's good to know. I might drop by someday and say "hi."" We both laugh. "Er, I just thought I should make your acquaintance, so I'll leave you be now." He finishes.

"Thanks." I scoff.

He is about taking his leave when Kyra comes to join me. Her eyes land on me before shifting to Sebastian. She has a surprising look there.

"My, oh, my... Sebastian Hunter in the flesh?" And she just had to be overly descriptive.

"Oh...and you know who I am." He chuckles, his voice dimly authoring.

"Of course, I follow you on all media handle." She exchanges a handshake with him while I stand there, stunned.

Oh, jeez. I just met an acquaintance with Sebastian Hunter, son of Mr Cole Hunter, the Third. But wait, I don't understand why he would be working in Mr Nicholas's office. That doesn't add up at all.

The Hunters are an exclusive existence, their presence, inclusive in every part of the globe, from one continent to the other. They are a group of people that over the years have taken one another as a private family, and they are said to help in supporting the government in protecting the people. Like I said, they are exclusive, so no one really knows much about how they do it. And what they do within their buildings.

The media subjected them to have come a long way. In the ancient times, they are known to fight inhuman beings, therefore, maintaining peace amongst humans. Probably, that's why their last name is Hunter while the numbers is to differentiate different Hunter in each parts of the globe.

"Well, it's nice to meet you ladies. I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Sanusi." And he knows my last name. That means he was just trying to make himself a stranger, so I don't think he's some stalker or so. Smart.

After he leaves, Kyra looks at me with such glare I wish I could disappear. "And you know Sebastian Hunter? What else am I supposed to know?"

"I don't know!" I lowly squeal and hurry to the car. Oh, gosh. How am I meeting influential people in the state of Los Angeles?