Natasha reappeared in her bedroom and place the hourglass on the side table near the bed. With the brown envelope in hand, she walked over to the bed and sat down on it. She took out the document that was inside and read it. A sad smile appeared on her face as she read the words on it.
It was the document of ownership of all her family's businesses and estates. All of her father's assets were locked in that safe.
A lone tear found its way down her cheek as she remembered her parents who were no more. Death was inevitable but she did not expect that her parents would die in such a way. It was horrifying and unforgettable.
Natasha placed the photo down and wiped off her tear as her eyes burned with anger and hatred toward her parents' killer. She was going to make them pay. All of them. They will pay with their lives with none to be spared.
She rose and went into the washroom and washed her face. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, staring intensely at herself, "You will die a pain-filled death, Nigel," She said to her reflection in the mirror as if she was talking to Nigel himself.
She came out of the bathroom and went downstairs to the kitchen area to prepare dinner. Not knowing what to make, she settled for a bowl of instant ramen. It was one of the few things that she knew how to make by herself.
"Miss!" A surprise voice called startling her a bit. She turned around and saw the maid whom Reaper had asked to serve her but she. had dismissed. She raised a brow at her and the maid continued. "I am sorry I hadn't made dinner yet." the maid said and Natasha just waved her hand at her.
"No need," said Natasha and continued with her ramen. The maid stood still contemplating whether to speak further or not. "What is it?"
"May I clean your room in the morning, Miss?" she asked permission because Natasha had told me not to step into her room. Though she didn't know why but had not done that as instructed. The room needed to be cleaned. She did not think that Natasha had cleaned it because she looked like someone who had never done household chores before.
"No." Said Natasha, decisively.
"Understood, Miss." Said the maid before walking away to another section of the huge mansion.
Natasha finished her meal and went back to her room. She lay on the bed and closed her eyes deep in thought.
"You should have let her clean your room" Reaper's voice echoed in the room and snapping her out of her thoughts.
Natasha sat upright and looked around the room and found him standing behind her with his hand behind his back. "You are back?" She asked and he nodes. She looked closely at him and he seem to get even more handsome each time she saw him.
"Why don't you let her?" He asked walking over to where she was and stopping right in front of her. He looked at her with eyes that make her feel as if he could see through her soul. "She can't hurt you. I won't let her hurt you." He said.
His words made her look up at him with a look of surprise. "Why do you care about me?" She asked looking expectant.
"We made a deal, little bunny," Reaper replied and her face sank a bit. What was she expecting? He was Death and they made a deal. He only kept her alive because of their deal and not because he cared about her. Probably the reason why he was the only one whom she could trust.
"Okay, I will try to give it try." She said with difficulty. The lack of trust was evident on her face but she was determined to give it a try as Reaper had given his word. "I'll let her come in and clean by the morning after I leave to visit my uncle."
Reaper looked at her and she could see the question in his eyes. "He lives in another city." She added more detail. "Will... Will you come with me?" She mustered up the courage to ask and for the first time, she saw a change of expression on his empty face. The look of surprise. "I don't want to go there alone."
"Very well." He said walking to the single sofa and sitting down. From the looks of it, Natasha could tell that he was not planning on leaving even if she asks him to.
Sighing, she walked into her closet to change into her nightdress which was a thin silk fabric in the color pink. She had her hair up in a messy updo and lay on the bed once again. It was still relatively early for bedtime but she could not think of anything to do.
After tossing and turning around on the bed sleeplessly, she rose, turned on the lights, and went back into the closet for a change of clothes once again. Reaper was still seated where he was and followed her movements with his eyes. He stared at the closed door of the closet while she was inside until she came back out.
Natasha was dressed in a short black dress that was only a few inches past her thighs with black heels on her feet. It was a sleeveless dress with little straps on both sides holding it up. She had let down her hair, falling over her shoulders, and down to her waist. She then walked to her dressing table and applied light makeup on her face with red lipstick. She then stood up and looked at her reflection in the mirror checking if there was anything that needed touching. She then turned to Reaper, "How do I look?" She asked standing to her feet.
There was no verbal response from him but she could see the intrigue in his gold eyes as he looked at her and she felt proud of herself. She went into the closet once again and came out with a cover coat. The weather was getting colder as it approached winter it was not wise to step out with little on. She grabbed a purse and her phone and went over to Reaper and took his hand in hers.
She froze after realizing what she was doing but she did not let go of his hand and he did not shake her hand off, he stared at the hand that had touched him. This was the first she was touching him. His hand was cold like there was no blood flowing within him.
"Accompany me to a club tonight," Natasha asked still holding his hand in hers.