I climbed the large intricate stairs as quickly as I can while remembering where Valentino's room was from when I was here last time, I knew his room was next to the large French windows at the end of the second floor , as I rounded the corners leading to the end of the hallway which was completely shrowded in darkness.
Small flashes of light can be traced through the cracks of a partly closed door to the far end of the hallway creating a sort of lantern in the dark hallways which I assume to be the young masters.
Deeply feeling irritated about everything that happened so far I walked towards the tall mahagony door and without knocking I opened it slowly inorder to not scare the possible intruder but what I saw inside made me stop dead in my tracks, never in my seven years of career had I been so confused about anything.
A man was half propped out of a large white sofa in the middle of the room with half a bottle of Chateau Margaux dangling from his hands, he was completely drenched from head to toe with little drops of water dripping down the floor creating a large wet splash on the luxurious red carpet.
His shirt was half open revealing sickly pale white porcelain skin with blue veins visible under like an exequsite map , his midnight charcoal hair was stuck to his face like spiderweb , his lips were a shade of bluish pale
He looked dead and ethereal at the same time if that makes sense.
I didn't know what I was thinking when I heard about the young master of Antonio family I thought he might be like his brother, the lean muscular type with angular Jaws and sharp nose that women would call 'Cold beauty' but not certainly this fragile thing, he looked like he could barely stand if a wind blows .
I would certainly think he was dead if it wasn't the death grip he had on the Chateau Margaux , I cleared my throat announcing my precense to not feel more awkward than I am
His eyes shot open looking at my direction so fast that I had a whiplash that's when I saw his eyes, which was darker than the midnight sky it suited him quite well adorned with thick eyebrows that emphasized his features with a sharp lean nose, if he wasn't so sickly pale I would say he looked like an elegant ethereal being rather than beautiful or gorgeous.
"who are you?"
He asked and I was surprised to hear that his voice unlike his appearance was quite deep and powerful just like his elder brother and late father , i felt embarrassed that I've been looking at him for so long like an idiot
Quickly composing myself I bowed politely.
" Sir, I am your new assistant and bodyguard reporting for duty.. " looking at the time I said " 8:00 am sharp"
He looked at me from head to toe slowly, steadily and unapologetically it almost felt like he was checking me out I felt uncomfortable for the first time in my life, his piercing gaze was like pouring a bucket of cold water on my head.
He blinked and sat up slowly swaying a bit in the process revealing his pale collarbones, my eyes focused on the intricate tattoo on his left collarbone but I couldn't make out what it said since it was partly covered by his chest.
" what's your name?" he asked taking a large gulp from the bottle, I found that I quite disliked this guy who seem to be doing nothing in his life but completely getting wasted so early in the morning .
" Alexander Hastings" I said curtly while giving out a fake name, for a secret agent it is necessary to give out fake names and fake documents about them inorder to avoid complications in the future like finding out your true identity.
"Alexzander "
He voiced, pronouncing it wrongly but I didn't try to correct him maybe it was because it's not my real name or maybe the way he said the name is pleasing to the ears, I got angry when I thought that I was getting distracted from my job and I hated this guy even more.
Looking at the young master of the Antonio family who is sitting there drenched like a dog with glistening wet tears in his eyes from drinking so much I knew the hate was deep. He seemed to be lost in thought, his hair had dried out a bit and now it looked longer than before reaching a bit down his ears.
He snapped out of his thoughts and stood up, dropping the expensive bottle of wine on the floor spilling the liquid and staining the carpets, he swayed a bit but gained his footing quickly and started making his way to me leaving behind red footprints from the wine he had dropped earlier .
Dark midnight eyes never left mine as he made his way, his cheeks had gone a few shades of pink and the colour in his lips had started to turn pink, he was drunk .
Stepping towards me till we were so close that I could make out the small mole under his eyes I wanted to move away but I knew that my body wasn't under my control, his eyes were dilated and if I didn't know he was drunk I would be sure that he was interested in me .
"Alexzander, are you afraid of death? "