Layla's Pov.
Gracious goodness! His face is drawing near, his lips are descending on mine!!! I can feel my breathing stop.
As I close my eyes waiting for the kiss, seconds passed only for me to see Logan's face was now far from mine. He wore a smug look on his face. I have never been this embarrassed in my life.
I feel like slapping myself right now. No I feel like slapping that look right off his handsome face.
"Layla." Logan calls me while he snaps his fingers.
"You seem to be lost in your little world." He continues as he starts grinning with his arms crossed on his chest. His chest. I subconsciously like my lips. "Darn it Layla! Get a grip." I scolded myself. I really don't know what's happening to me. Gosh!
"Huh...you were saying?" I say recovering from my fantasies. Why the hell did he act like he was going to kiss me. Why didn't I push him away, now I feel foolish. I'm the same person that told him not to make any advances towards me but when he did I gave in!!!!! I am starting to get furious at myself.
"Layla. Get dressed. I'm throwing you a welcome party so wear these." He says while pointing to the clothes and heels.
"I'll get the maid to prepare you. It's just a little party, I didn't invite external persons." He quickly added before turning to leave. I just stood there like a sculpture not saying anything in response. As soon as he left I breathed intensely. Relief washed over me as he didn't tease me on what transpired.
I walked to my room and bounced my body on the bed. His laugh filling my ears as I recalled how we almost kissed.
I slap myself twice on my cheeks. "GET A GRIP LAYLA!" I shouted. Immediately Rosie rushes in.
"Ma,am...um Layla are you alright. I was on my way here when I heard you shout." She asks looking worked up.
"It's nothing. It's really nothing." I tried convincing her.
"Very well then let's get you showered. The party is starting by 10pm. You don't want to be late for your party." Rosie says as she trys to get me up from my bed. I had my arms and legs flung in different directions.
"Alright." As soon as I stood up Rosie came to my aid to help me walk properly as I was staggering.
"Layla sit here let me run your bath." She puts me down careful on my couch before scurrying into the bathroom. I could small the fragrance of roses and other sweet scent of medicinal herbs from the washroom.
Rosie comes out and guides me towards the bathroom.
I stood there perplexed. Isn't she going to leave? I thought to myself.
"Layla come on I need to help you shower. Should I assist you in taking off your clothes?" She asks innocently.
OMG. She wants to bath me? Oh no. I've never undressed in front of anyone and this maid is talking like is a natural and common thing to do.
"Oh...I can take my clothes off myself. But do you need to be here? I mean I can shower on my own." I try to make her understand.
"Mr. Logan has assigned me to be your personal maid. I have to help you shower also I've mixed some herbs in your tub so o please take off your clothes and step inside it. It's no big deal, we're both girls aren't we?"
Well she has a point. Without further banters I obeyed.
As I sat in the tub I could feel a cooling sensation spread through my body.
"What does it do?" I asked referring to the medicinal water.
"Well it helps calm the nerves and rejuvenate the skin. It also tighten the skin and keep it healthy ensuring that your skin is brightly without blemish."
"Wow! If that's the case I don't mind bathing in it everyday." I said while smiling at her. We talked for sometime before we finished.
As she dries my hair I decided to ask about Logan.
"What kind of person is Logan? How is he like?"
"Um...to us, the Young master can be kind sometimes but he doesn't tolerate any form of rubbish. He likes being clean and everything and everyone around him must be neat from head to toe."
"He has fired many of his workers including the maids. One time he fired a maid because a few strands of her hair was out of place. Generally speaking if you are around him you must thread carefully." She concluded. But the Logan I know for these past few days is totally different from what she just said.
"Does he have any woman in his life? Maybe a wife, girlfriend or fling?" I ask. I just want to know the kind of person I'm dealing with.
"Nope. You are the first lady to walk through those iron gates that's not for business purposes. Even if it's for business purposes it must be in his office. One time a woman dared to come in here, Mr Logan got furious. Till tomorrow we don't know where she is." With her testimony fear crept within me. Why was he celibate?
"But what made him like that or has he always been that way? Distancing himself from women." I am getting really curious right now. Then all of a sudden he brings me home that's a bit weird.
"Well according to hearsay. I didn't witness it. But in the past, hundred of years ago Mr Logan was cursed. The curse was he wouldn't have a mate so he was known for his indecent character. He had his way with any woman that approached him until his grandfather forced him into getting married. But unfortunately the marriage didn't last as the woman died during the Great war that occured over 500 years ago. So since then he distanced himself from women drowning himself in work in the underworld. Later on he found out he has mate and began searching for her. That's you my lady! When he found you happiness bloomed this household and he made preparation to bring you home. I have never seen Mr. Logan this happy since I started working for him." Wow what a sad but beautiful story. So he found his one true love, he found me. While I was suffering at the hands of my step family I had no idea that someone was looking for me with good intentions. I had no idea that someone wants me. I wiped the little tear on my face before speaking again.
"How old were you when you started working for Logan? And how old are you now?" I ask. She does look like my age mate.
"Well in human years I started working for him when I was 11 years old. That was when he came to this human world. I'm currently 18." I knew it! We're age mates!
"I'm also 18. Wait you said something about human age. What's that?" I'm learning a lot of new things just in one day.
"Well. Time here and in the underworld runs differently. When I was 11, if calculated in the underworld timeline I'd be 44 years. But right now that I'm 18, I am 72 years old!" She exclaimed while laughing at my shocked expression. Wait that means I'm also 72. This is insane!
"But you don't look 72! Wow!!! This is great. I reached 72 without knowing. That means in human age Logan is way passed 700!" I squealed in excitement.
"That's true Layla but we must concentrate on getting you prepared for the party." She reminds me. I was absorbed in her stories that I had forgotten we were supposed to prepare for my party.
"Yes you are right. I don't want to get late." She simply nods her head and gets to work. After some minutes it was time to wear my dress. I took it out of the paper bag, this dress is gorgeous. It's going to look great on me! I exclaimed in my mind.
Rosie assistsevin putting on the dress and as she was done I walked to the mirror only to seey reflection looking like an angel that fell from heaven.
"My goodness Layla you look beautiful, gorgeous, amazing infact words can't describe how you look right now!" Rosie says in praise. I was also baffled. I know how beautiful I am but the reflection looked more beautiful than ever.
Satisfied with my looks I turned towards Rosie.
"My shoes, I can't bend in this dress." I said gesturing for her to bring my shoes over.
"You don't have to worry about that. That's why I'm here, to help you out." She smiles genuinely at me. I really like her. Most people look ate with jealousy in their eyes but hers is different. I can see admiration clearly in her hazel eyes.
"Thank you." I said. Not for offering to help me but for being genuine.
"It's my pleasure to be of help my lady." She says while bowing playful making the both of us burst into laughter.
I took one last look at the mirror before stepping out of my room. Rosie leads me towards the elevator. Soon arrived at the ground floor. The first person my eyes lands on is Logan. My mate. He looks dashing in that three piece black tuxedo, as his black hair is brushed backwards falling on his shoulders and a black shoe.
His gaze lands on me and scans me from head to toe. It felt like time stopped for a split second.