My Billionaire: Fire for Hire

Chapter 3- Silk Soap and Stars

Scarlets P.O.V

"HOLYMOTHERFLIPPINGWOW!" I said as I stepped in through the door of Lucian's Penthouse suite.

I could see a huge space, a sort of open plan living room and kitchen area.

It was minimalistic and very modern, there was big black leather sofas and velvet throws, it looked like something from a movie set.

There were glass bookshelves loaded with books with brightly coloured spines, tall lamps that admitted a lazy haze of light that sent out a chilled feel around the room and what looked like an old red gramophone on a side table at the back.

It had huge glass windows all around it and I bet on a clear night you could see for miles and miles.

There was a huge fluffy rug on the floor, one of the ones were you feel you must go lie on it and tangle your fingers up in it's threads.

Over in the kitchen there was a classic silver American style fridge and a big island in the middle with a blue china vase filled with yellow sunflowers in the middle.

It ha black marble worktops and white wooden cabinets.

I looked back at Lucian, he stared dully back at me, obviously I hadn't exactly realised just how loaded this guy was.

It amazed me that he could just look into this amazing room and not be amazed and excited.

I was already blown away and I hade only been in the first room.

"It's beautiful, you really live here?" I whispered looking at him.

"Yes, for now English I do, or should I say we do as for now you are my official fiancée." he said

"Do you want anything to eat?" he growled at me as he walked into the kitchen

"uh no, I'll just eat in the morning" I said

"English its 3.00am, it is the morning" he said to me in a drawling voice.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he washed his hands in the white marble sink, showing dark tattoos.

Tattoos often have meanings or messages within them, maybe one of the keys to the life and lies of Lucian Cullon.

Lies, imagine a world without them.

A world without lies just wouldn't work, the whole running of everyday life revolves around them and sometimes lies that we tell t a very young sage can come back to haunt us in the future.

The average Man lies six times a day and the average woman, three times a day.

Imagine that, that means we tell approximately 1620 lies per year.

That's 1620, "I love your cooking", "Oh I don't hate her" and "No, it looks brilliant"s every single year.

Just thinking about all these things made my head spin round in tireless circles.

I sighed gently and continued looking around the house.

I stared around again slowly rotating round so as not to miss a single detail of the penthouse suite.

A penthouse suite, never in my whole life did I think I would ever stand inside of a penthouse, let alone live in one for a few days.

It was mind-boggling, how I wound up in this perfect situation.

Well maybe not perfect, in fact, definitely not perfect.

But it was better than spending my night on the streets of New York city, much more dangerous than those of London supposedly.

People in London always commented on how much difference there was in percentage of murder in the UK compared to the US.

There we two reasons for this in my opinion.

One, everybody had guns in the US.

You're not allowed to just have a gun in the Uk, you have to have special permits and hunting rights and all sorts of licences, therefore no one bothers.

Where as in America, get a permit and its a done deal, everybody has a gun.

The second reason is that there is a much smaller amount of people in the UK than the USA, less people to shoot.

Yeah, that's a stupid and inaccurate comment to make, but hell I couldn't wait to get myself outta the UK and out to the US so believe me, i'm running away from exactly what is meant to be smaller in the UK.

"It's late English, you should go to bed" growled Lucian from over in the kitchen awakening me from my deep slumber of thought.

"Right bed, um where is?" I started to say

"There is a bedroom, 3rd door on the left down that corridor" Lucian pointed.

"Okay" I said awkwardly "goodnight"

"Night English" he almost whispered to me.

I turned my back on him, walking away.

Turning my back on him was always one of the hardest things to do.

I walked down the corridor.

Third door on the left I thought to myself as I almost tiptoed along the corridor to the end.

I opened the door into the bedroom.

It was unsurprisingly beautiful, it had a theme of navy blue and white and had a huge four poster bed with white cotton curtains.

There was a window and I could see flickering street lamps outside still in the early hours of the morning.

I dropped my coat, ran and flopped down on the soft sheets of the bed.

I gathered up the layers of white cotton and navy silk in my hands gripping them tightly and rolling over onto my back.

The walls had swirly wallpaper on them the colour of blue velvet and white snow.

I just laid there for a second trying to actually grasp the fact that I got to live in this amazing place for a week.

I pulled myself up off the bed and stood up,noticing another door over on the other side of the room.

I walked over and opened it.

I almost screamed as I instantly saw the most perfect bathroom I had ever seen.

It had a huge white bath tub, if you could even call it a bath tub, bit more like a swimming pool than anything else.

There was a black marble counter top with a white basin and a waterfall tap.

Fluffy white towels were laid in piles on-top of the toilet.

I decided to run a hot bath as the chill of the night rain had really sunk into my bones.

I turned the taps on and let them run, peeling off my wet clothing.

I found a little bottle of soap and poured it into the bath making it all bubbly.

It smelled of sweet almond and coconut.

I pulled my hair out of its now birds-nest-like ponytail and let the red strands fall down onto my bare pale shoulders.

The bath filled pretty quickly considering its size and soon I was lowering myself into the steamingly hot water.

It was like heaven, letting the water wash over my tired limbs and cold skin.

It warmed me right through and I spent time savouring this little piece of heaven so by the time I got out my finger tips and toes were very wrinkled.

I stepped out the bath cautiously, trying not to slip, and wrapped myself up in one of the fluffy towels.

I walked through to the bedroom carrying my wet clothes, I slung them over a chair in the hope that they would dry over night.

I suddenly realised that I didn't have anything to wear to bed.

I wrapped myself in a towel and headed through to the living area, hoping that Lucian was still there.

But when I got through there I realised it was empty

"Lucian" I called out walking along the corridor

I looked into the first door

It was a study/office sort of room I think, I couldn't really tell as the lights were off.

I then Looked into the second door down, it was just a walk in closet filled with towels and blankets, shirts and jeans, jackets and shoes and other bits and bobs.

I couldn't find anything in the hope of a master bedroom.

I sighed walking into the living area again.

had he left me here alone, were could he have gone?

As I thought to myself a cold wind rushed over my ankles making me shiver and it threatened to lift up the towel that was wrapped around my nude body.

I hadn't noticed earlier but there was a door obviously leading out to a balcony.

I walked over, slowly stepping out into the cold night air.

"Ah English, how pleasant of you to join me" growled a voice from over on my left.

I turned my head to see Lucian stood up against the penthouse wall.

"The stars would be so bright tonight, but there is so much light pollution here, we can't see them. Funny to think that, just knowing something is there, but not having any proof that it actually is, just knowing it's there is enough." Lucian said in a dark haze.

He looked at me, finally coming back to earth.

"why are you out here, you should be asleep?" he said staring at me.

I instantly became self conscious and pulled my towel tighter around me shivering body.

"Oh I didn't have anything to wear so I was wondering.." I trailed of

"Is it not accustom to bring clothes on a trip, you didn't just leave London, no bags, no money, no toothbrush did you English?" he said mockingly

"nope, all I had was a plane ticket and the clothes on my back" I said dryly

"Oh s**t English, thank goodness I saved you tonight, or else you would of really been stuck" he said

True, if he hadn't of made this deal with me, I would of been lost, homeless and penniless.

"I've got a t-shirt or something you can borrow for now and we will sort the other stuff tomorrow" he said to me.

I nodded as he stepped towards me.

I flinched as the scars on the right side off his face blazed against his skin, sending out messages of mystery to me that I simply couldn't decode.

"This way" he said leasing me back through the penthouse.

I tiptoed bare foot behind him.

He led me into the walk in wardrobe.

"Here we go" he said giving me a huge blue t-shirt.

"Thank you" I said quietly pulling it on over my head and the towel.

I let the towel drop to my waist so that it still covered my bare legs.

"Self conscious are we English?" growled Lucian

"No" I retorted "I only just met you"

He looked straight into my eyes and put a hand on my shoulder.

It almost burnt where he touched me, I had no idea how he could have this effect on me.

I had no feelings for him, I had only met him 4 hours ago, yet still he made my head spin.

I never believed in love, it was just something I thought ruined most situations.

My past life had torn up any hope off love and romance into spreads.

"Well English, this is gonna be a sprint through speed dating cause you are now my official fake fiancée" he said holding out his other hand to me.

At first I didn't know what he meant by it.

Then I saw in his hands a giant, diamond, engagement ring.

He slowly slipped it on to my finger.

I have no idea why but I was suddenly excited scared and a little faint all at the same time.

Women most likely usually felt like this when they got engaged.

But I wasn't engaged.

I was just 'technically' engaged.

Technically engaged, what does that even mean.

Well it probably doesn't even have a meaning, it's so crazy no one has ever done it before.

I had no idea what was going on in my head, I needed to stop pretending this was real, it was just a way to get some cash and get of the streets.

Lucian cleared his throat "penny for your thoughts English?" he said

"Oh, just thinking about how mad this is" I said

Lucian sucked in through his teeth, rolled his head round his neck and pierced my skin with his gaze.

"Mad, English, if you think it's mad now, your in for a real shock over the next week" he whispered

"Oh, really" I said bitting my lip

Lucian frowned suddenly and turned away from me slamming his fist on the side of the wall.

I flinched as he turned round to face me again.

"Are you scared of me, English" Growled Lucian

"No" I said slowly

"Thats good" he said absentmindedly

"why?" I asked cautiously

He looked at me, surveyed me, scanned over my whole body, x-rayed me with those green eyes.

Slowly, in no more than a whisper he replied

"because my dear English, I'm scared of you"