Morning broke as the sun's radiant rays pierced through the window, rudely awakening me from my slumber by blinding my tired eyes.
"Ugh, I overslept," I grumbled, sluggishly rising from my makeshift bed near the window.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I went through my usual morning routine, trying to shake off the grogginess. Just as I finished, the sound of the door creaking open caught my attention.
"Mistress, breakfast is served," the maid announced before promptly leaving.
As always, I was forbidden from performing any household tasks, big or small. No cooking, no laundry—nothing. My sole purpose was to take care of myself and wait for the boss, catering to his every whim.
Absurd, isn't it?
I strolled down the hallway and entered the dining room, greeted by an expanse of emptiness. Usually, even though we didn't exchange a word, we would have breakfast together. Him sitting there, engrossed in his meal, while I pretended not to exist. It was at least a small reprieve from the solitude of eating alone.
Sighing, I settled onto one of the opulent dining chairs, gazing at the array of food before me. I was accustomed to the grandeur of the room—a long table surrounded by chairs, just a lonely figure amidst the lavishness. I grabbed a waffle sandwich, savoring its delightful taste. Despite everything, I enjoyed it.
Finishing my breakfast, I returned to my room, puzzled by the boss's absence. Had he finally tired himself out from his escapades?
"Mistress, the boss requests your presence. You have five minutes to get ready," a maid informed me, handing over a package of clothes.
Get ready for what? I thought, anxiety gnawing at my lips.
Was he planning to have his way with me now, or did he simply want me to dress up in a beautiful outfit for his amusement? Thoughts raced through my mind as I hurriedly prepared myself as instructed.
I adorned a stunning black V-neck bodycon dress with long sleeves, straightened my hair, and applied a touch of oil for a sleek finish.
In a few minutes, I was ready, albeit struggling with the uncomfortable heels I was forced to wear. I had never worn such shoes before, always opting for old, grungy sneakers I had worn for years. Walking in heels felt like a torturous experience, and I grappled to maintain my balance, dreading a potentially embarrassing tumble down the stairs.
Thankfully, the coast was clear as I descended, gripping the railing for dear life. What a sight it would have been if anyone witnessed my struggles. What woman can't walk in heels, after all?
****
His gaze snapped up in surprise as he observed the woman clumsily descending the stairs.
Utterly useless, she couldn't even walk in heels. Yet, there was no denying her beauty—the dress hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her slender frame was complemented by the cut and drape of the outfit, stirring something within him, a feeling he couldn't quite comprehend.
"This way, Mistress," one of the guards intervened, leading her towards the sleek black sports car parked outside the mansion.
"She will ride with me," he commanded, his deep voice catching her off guard as she turned towards him.
Their eyes met, and she found herself facing a mesmerizing figure. He wore a dark, fitted suit that seemed darker than the night itself, contrasting against his unique face and seductive lips. It was now clear why every woman desired him, unaware of the sinister nature that lurked beneath his charming facade.
He had been present all along, witnessing her struggle with those heels. The humiliation flooded her face, turning it a bright shade of red.
"Understood, boss," the guard complied, stepping away.
He opened the car door and settled inside, with her following suit.
Silence enveloped them as they drove, the unspoken expectations hanging in the air.
Where were they headed? She wondered, anxiety gnawing at her thoughts.
She hoped he had no ill intentions in store for her.
****
The entrance to the airport proudly displayed the words 'Adrian Int'l Airline.'
On the runway, airport workers stood in two orderly lines, their heads bowed in reverence.
"Supreme Boss," they chanted in unison, their voices tinged with awe as they followed him towards the aircraft.
His narrowed eyes exuded a cold-heartedness that sent shivers down the spines of all who caught a glimpse. He held no respect for anyone, swiftly eliminating anything or anyone he perceived as a threat.
He bowed to no one, not even his formidable father, a man feared by many. Adrian was the most dangerous and enigmatic figure within the organization, capable of instilling fear with just his presence.
He was Adrian Donovan—the one and only son of Lucas Donovan, heir to the seven largest organizations inthe world.
They arrived at Z International Airport, and an air of anticipation fell upon the crowd as he descended the airplane's stairs, his girlfriend trailing behind him.
News of the young lady accompanying the CEO at his private airport had already spread, and now everyone at Z International Airport yearned for a glimpse of the beautiful woman by their supreme boss's side.
They made their way through the tarmac, stepping out of the airport to find a waiting driver.
As they drove off to a hotel, the whispers and curiosity followed them, eager to unravel the story behind the captivating duo.