I approached the giant glass door of the sitting room, hesitating for a moment before stepping inside. It was my first time setting foot in this lavish mansion, and I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and unease.
As the door swung open, a chorus of voices greeted me in unison, "Welcome home, Mistress." The workers of the house, including the butlers, maids, gardeners, and security guards, stood in a line, bowing deeply. Each one's position in the line denoted their rank, and an air of respect permeated the room.
I stood frozen, my eyes darting around the room, disbelief washing over me. This was the first time in my entire life that anyone had ever treated me with such deference. It felt surreal, as if I had stepped into a different world.
Is this real? I wondered, my heart pounding in my chest. The weight of their collective bowing and the acknowledgment of my authority began to sink in, but amidst the reverence, I noticed one young maid on the right side of the line. Her expression was different from the others. It held a hint of anger, as if she were on the verge of exploding.
Well... that's her problem, I thought, pushing aside the confusion and focusing on the grandeur of the moment.
"Let me show you to your room, Mistress," a security guard said, stepping forward to guide me. I nodded, following him as he led me upstairs, navigating the opulent corridors.
We arrived at a familiar French door, and my heart skipped a beat. It was the same room where I had woken up earlier, as if this mansion had somehow become my new reality.
"Here it is, Mistress," the guard said, standing aside and indicating the room.
Mistress... I'm a Mistress now? The title sounded ridiculous and embarrassing to someone like me. I couldn't fathom ever getting used to this type of life.
I stepped inside, glancing around the room. It was beautifully furnished, every detail exuding luxury and elegance. But amidst the grandeur, one question lingered in my mind.
"Where is your boss?" I asked curiously, my eyes searching for any sign of him.
"The boss is in his study. Would you like to see him?" the guard inquired.
"No..." I quickly replied, feeling a mix of nervousness and uncertainty.
"Thanks for your help. I appreciate it," I smiled, expressing my gratitude.
"You're welcome, Mistress. It is my duty to serve you," he replied with a respectful nod.
"By the way, I'm Anna. May I know your name?" I asked, wanting to establish a more personal connection.
"I'm Security Officer Calleb. Nice to meet you, Mistress," he responded.
"It's my pleasure, but please, call me Anna. I'm not a Mistress, okay?" I insisted, feeling uncomfortable with the title.
"I won't dare, Mistress," he uttered nervously.
"Alright... see you next time, Calleb," I said with a friendly tone.
"Thank you, Mistress," he replied before walking away.
Gosh!! There's no point in arguing with these people not to call me Mistress, I thought to myself, feeling the weight of their fear towards the enigmatic boss.
Who wouldn't fear him, though? He was known to be as scary as hell.
I decided to explore the room, curiosity guiding my steps. I pushed open the door to the bathroom, and my breath caught in my throat.
It was a sight to behold—the bathroom was almost as big as the bedroom itself. A golden bathtub stood in the center, adorned with intricate details. The walls were made of white gold marble, reflecting the soft glow of a large sapphire mirror and beautiful golden pendants that hung delicately.
Overwhelmed by the luxury surrounding me, I couldn't resist the allure of the inviting bathtub. I undressed and eased myself into the warm water, savoring the soothing sensation as it enveloped my body. I lost track of time, imagining spending the entire night in this decadent sanctuary.
However, after a while, I reluctantly stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my wet hair and another around my body. The latter barely covered my thighs, and I had to hold it with my hands to prevent it from falling off.
Leaving the bathroom, I expected to find a closet to change into proper attire, but to my surprise, there was none in sight. Frustration crept in as I wondered where I could find suitable clothes.
"Where the hell is the closet?" I muttered to myself, scanning the room with wide eyes.
Just as I moved toward the couch, contemplating my next move, the door swung open. And there he was—the enigmatic boss of the mansion.
He closed the door behind him, his intense gaze fixated on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his piercing eyes seemed to undress every fiber of my being.
"I—I couldn't find t—the closet," I stammered, shrieking slightly from his burning gaze on me that was picturing every part of my body.
"I didn't ask you what you were doing, standing there with a little towel wrapped around your body, did I?" he asked, his deep voice sending tremors of cold through my body.
"No, sir..." I spouted.
"Good..." he said, walking towards me. The way he walked with his tall figure was kind of scary.
I step back in fear of what he might do to me, holding onto the towel tightly until I felt my back hitting the wall.
Gosh!! I wish the wall wasn't there.
He stood in front of me and he leaned forward his face only an inch away from mine.
With him so close I could feel his fresh breath on my face, his mysterious hazel eyes darkened making me bite my lips nervously, my heart pounding so hard in my chest, clutching the little towel tightly for my dear life.
"You shouldn't hold the towel like your whole being lean on it, I'm not going to strip you, if I wanted to do that, I would have done it moments ago," he said, his deep husky voice sounding even more huskier.
I could feel how my body was trembling from his nearness, it was so uncomfortable I just wish the ground would open and swallow me from this pathetic scenario.
"You're scared?" he frowned a deep furrowed forming in his brows.
"No...." I mumbled innocently, bitting my lips.
The innocence that was fueling his burning desire and the lips thing she was doing...
Don't do that.
"Don't do what?" I asked innocently.
He was starting to think she was doing this on purpose.
Well let's see who wins then.
With that thought playing on his mind, his lips met hers.