His Irresistible Pretty Little Sin

His Mansion

Emma's POV

I nervously bite my fingers as I stare outside the window of the car. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of going to stay with Lord Emerson, who seems strange. Just the first time I met him, it felt like there was something about him that I just couldn’t place. I could still picture his well-sculptured face in my head. Although he may look in his mid-thirties, but damn, he looks like one who was in his mid-twenties. He had no trace of his age on his face or body. His black hair was neatly combed and gelled. Despite being a man, his white skin was glowing, and then his green eyes, they were the most charming and piercing eyes I have ever seen in a man. He was like a god in human form.

“Are you okay?” Doctor Francis asked, and I looked at him and flashed a weak smile. How do I tell him that I was anxious, nervous, and scared of staying in Lord Emerson's mansion? It felt like I could just find any other place to stay, but it seemed he was the only option left.

“You don’t have to be worried about living in Lord Emerson's mansion. One reason is that his mansion is massive, and you two will barely come across each other. The second reason is he is usually busy and travels around, so you won't be seeing much of him,” Doctor Francis tried reassuring me with those words, but somehow, I became sad. The thought of not seeing him that much was supposed to make me relieved, but I wasn't happy about it.

“And he won't harm you; you are his sister’s daughter, and he loves her very much, so he will take very good care of you. You need not worry,” he added, and I released a heavy sigh before resting my head on the car window's glass. The drive fell back to silence, with only the music coming from Doctor Francis's radio playing in the car.

After a few minutes' drive, Doctor Francis drove into a gigantic mansion. My mouth opened in awe as I stared at the enormous building before me. Calling it a mansion was an understatement; this building was gigantic.

“We are here,” Doctor Francis announced to me, and I stared at him with stunned eyes. “I will be staying here,” I asked, and he nodded. “I told you the house is pretty big, so you won't be seeing much of him,” he smiled, and I gulped. “Come, let's go in,” he said, and I swallowed hard before getting out of the car.

As we got out of the car, my eyes scanned around the mansion's environment. At each corner of the mansion, well-built men stood, some holding guns while some held daggers. It felt like they were awaiting a pending danger, and the thought of that made me really scared. I had to look at Doctor Francis, who smiled at me, reassuring me that everything was okay.

“Let's go in,” he gestured, and I moved my eyes again, staring at the men before I clutched the sides of my dress. “Don't be scared of them,” he assured me and led the way, while I followed him behind, wishing I could just turn and run away, but now it seemed there was no escape route for me.

When we got to the entrance door that led inside the mansion, the men moved aside for us to enter and didn’t bother to ask questions. We entered the mansion, and my breath seized at the size of the sitting room, but again, the men standing at each corner of the room caught my attention. Just like the others, they had their guns, but their guns were pistols tucked into their jeans.

With furrowed and terrified eyes, I stared at the men, and then I began to wonder what Lord Emerson is, aside from being a vampire lord. Was he really involved in something dangerous? Was he part of an illegal business or a mafia, because this was the only explanation for the many armed men surrounding each corner of his mansion.

Not able to contain my fear and worries, I tapped Doctor Francis, and he looked my way. I nervously licked my lips and moved closer to him, so I could whisper and not be heard. “Are you sure it's safe to stay here? Lord Emerson seems to be involved in something dangerous,” I whispered in fear, and Doctor Francis smiled at me.

“Don't be scared; this is the safest place on earth,” he assured me, but I still wasn't convinced by him. “Can't I stay with you, or I can stay in my mother's home? She has servants,” I suggested, but he shook his head at me. “It's your mother's will,” he said, and I frowned.

“Come, let's have a seat and wait for him,” Doctor Francis gestured, and I reluctantly took a seat while I moved my inquisitive eyes all around the sitting room. A gigantic staircase was at a corner, leading to different floors of the building, and beside the stairs was an elevator. I surveyed the sitting room, and my eyes fell on a large painting of Lord Emerson. The moment my eyes fell on it, I couldn't take them off it; I kept staring at the painting, which seemed to bore into my soul. There was something about him that didn't seem right.

“Welcome,” the voice of a female servant got my attention as she placed refreshments before us. “Thank you,” I flashed a weak smile and continued moving my gaze around the richly decorated sitting room. Everything in the sitting room spoke of wealth, and I wondered how rich this man was.

While I was still surveying the area, heavy footsteps coming from the stairs caught my attention, and my eyes moved to the stairs as I wondered who was coming. A nervous gulp passed down my throat as I continued staring at the stairs until I saw him at the top of the last floor.

He was dressed in a simple black long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black jeans. I noticed that his black hair was gelled backward, and then I moved my eyes to meet his cold gaze. A rush of emotions passed through me as I held his gaze while he continued ascending the stairs. I became panicked and squeezed my fingers as we continued staring into each other's eyes. When I could no longer hold his gaze, I had to look away and lower my head to the floor.

As he walked into the sitting room and sat on the single-seater across from me, a nervous strand of sweat formed on my forehead, and I wiped it off. Gosh, why was I so nervous around him?

“It seems my sister didn’t teach you some manners,” his cold voice resounded throughout the room, and I lifted my eyes and held his cold-looking eyes, which glared at me. “Greet,” Doctor Francis urged, and I gulped before getting up on my feet. “Greetings, Lord Emerson, or should I say, Uncle Emerson,” I blurted out, not knowing when that left my lips.

I heard him groan, and by that, I knew he was displeased, so I just shut up and took my seat. It was not more than a few minutes in his mansion, and I was already annoying him.

Silence enveloped the room until Doctor Francis spoke. “Emma is fine, just as we discussed on the phone. I decided to bring her here.”

Lord Emerson didn't say a word; instead, he signaled for a female servant who stood nearby to come closer.

“Show her to her room,” he said to the maid. I lifted my eyes and held his gaze, wondering if that was all he was going to say. Was he not going to ask me how I was doing, or at least say something to me?

“Come with me, miss,” the female servant said, and I gulped, looking at Doctor Francis with a pleading look, begging him to take me back with my eyes. But Doctor Francis didn't say a word; instead, he smiled at me. “I will come and check on you, and remember to call me on the phone if you feel strange or weak,” he said, and I didn't know what to say to him. I gulped and then looked at Lord Emerson, who stared at me with a cold, emotionless look on his face.

“You are keeping my servant waiting,” he urged, and I looked at Doctor Francis one more time before getting to my feet.

“Please follow me,” she gestured as she led the way up the stairs. I followed her, keeping my gaze on Doctor Francis until I reached the third floor, where I could no longer see him.

When we reached the third floor, I realized there was another sitting room, but not as large as the one on the first floor. The maid smiled at me and led me to the fourth floor.

We walked through a hallway, and then she stopped at the second door. “This is your room,” she announced as she opened the door and led me in.

I nervously stepped into the room, trying to hide my anxiety and uncertainty. The room was spacious and well-furnished, with a large window that provided a view of the mansion's garden. It was elegantly decorated, but the atmosphere felt a bit stifling.

The maid showed me around the room, pointing out where everything was. I barely registered her words as I kept thinking about Lord Emerson and the strange aura that surrounded him.

“Ring the bell on your left side of the bed for a female maid, and ring the bell on your right side of the bed for a guard,” she explained, and my eyes went to the two mini bells on each side of the bed. I gulped and nodded my head.

“Alright, that will be all. The butler will be with you shortly to show you around and tell you a few rules of the mansion,” she added, and I just nodded.

“I will be on my way,” she tried speaking, but I cut in. “Who stays in the room before mine?” I asked out of curiosity, hoping my suspicions were wrong.

“Floor 3 belongs to Lord Emerson, and only a few servants are allowed in there. The room before yours is Lord Emerson's chambers,” she announced, and I gulped. “Private chambers?” I asked, and she nodded. “That is the room where he receives his female guests. I believe you know what I mean,” she smiled shyly at me before walking away.

As she left, I pondered her words. “Where he receives his female guests,” I whispered to myself as the realization of her words hit me. By her words, it means the room before mine is the room where he s*x his girlfriends!