Billionaire's Possessive Love

Chapter 3

We stayed quiet for about 5 minutes, staring back at each other, not one of our gazes wavering under the other. Mr. Shackler let the information sink in deep into my very bones, to course through my brain until I process what I was actually just told.

I was going to take care of a 29 year old man that has anger issues and acts like a child regarding some situations, a hard person inside and out. My mouth was clamped shut as I didn't know what to say, the words basically stuck down my throat. My hands were completely covered in sweat. Cold sweat that sent slight goosebumps down the sides of my body. I didn't know how to react, I've never been in such situation where my decision to work or not depended on someone’s personality. I continued to fiddle with my bag, trying to come up with some kind of answer, some kind of eligible argument or proposal for the tough looking man in front of me. But nothing came up in the dull corners of my brain, merely a ring of an alarm that went off faintly as I had thought over what he had told me.

The air around us turned tense and awkward, a suffocating sensation where your lips and mouth go dry from the nervousness in your belly. I averted my eyes, looking down at my sweaty hands, trying to amend for the lack of communication between us.

How was I supposed to do it? If his personality was that complicated, what if he asked for something I couldn't possibly do and then hurt me because of it? Even though Mr. Shackler had indeed mentioned that he would cause no physical harm to me, my subconsciousness was whispering to me that this was an utterly bad idea. If I would accept the job now and work for the upcoming two months I still..

Have no idea how this is going to work..

Mr. Shackler cleared his throat, finally after significant amount of probably wasted time, and brought me out of my thoughts. I raised my head and looked into his eyes, burning and judging under the light of the small, fancy room. Just, in exchange for the rigid, serious expression he wore while speaking of the terms, he was now smiling softly.

"Don't worry. He won't hurt you, if that's what you're pondering on."

Smiling reassuringly he stood to his full height. I followed him with my eyes, craning my neck so I could properly look at the elder man in front of me. His shoulders straightened and he looked even more intimidating than before.

Gods, he is tall.

As I watched him walk around his desk, I found myself wondering how the son looked like. No doubt, he received the genetic DNA for height and would be almost unbelievably tall as his father. Then I remembered the painting I saw while I was waiting for the kind maid to come back. Eva called him the "young master". I was perplexed that the staff and servants in this mansion addressed their bosses as “Masters” as if we were still in the old times. It was quite unusual, but my thoughts soon return to the masterpiece I had so shamelessly drooled at.

Was that him?

"Miss Right? Are you alright?"

Mr. Shackler's deep voice brought me back, again. My cheeks flushed a rosy color, although unnoticeable by his distance and I finally got the small amount of courage to speak through my nervousness.

"Yes... Yes, I am. And, please, call me Anna."

I somehow urged a smile upon my lips, standing up as if to honor and not be rude that my host and soon to be boss had stood up alone. I set my hands in front of myself, holding my small bag tenderly off my fingers as I waited for his next words.

"Sebastian will be here any second to show you to your room. It's late, and I'm sure that the tiredness won't go away like this."

With that said, he exited the room while offering me farewell smile for the night, leaving me to my thoughts and silly imagination of the outcome of this job. I was really going to do this. Take care of a grown man that is twice my size, probably ten times smarter than me and yet he behaves as if his riches had spoiled him to the core. I was hoping the latter wasn’t as bad as it seemed by word.

There was a knock on the door, and a man in his thirties wearing a suit came in. It was the same man that had talked to me before, the man who had brought up this line of work. He had dark hair and deep black eyes, almost representing the darkness of the void staring right back at you. He was neat, but not as built as his boss, although tall and still handsome. He looked professional, fitting into the atmosphere in this room and the whole organization of this house.

"Miss, I'm here to take you to your room. Your luggage is already there."

His voice wasn't as deep as Mr. Shackler's, but it gave off a very manly feeling. It was in between of a boyish tone and the tone that sent chills down your spine. A fine line for a young man.

"Please, call me Anna."

I retorted as I went to follow him. We walked through corridors until we came to the stairs that I saw in my previous, small tour of the house. When we climbed up and went a little further we stopped in front of a big wooden door, quite similar to the rest.

"This is your stop Miss Right."

He said, making a small gesture to the door with his hand. I nodded in appreciation my fingers wrapping around the handle of it, still casting my eyes upon the butler that had helped me.

"Thank you, and please, again, call me Anna."

I smiled and he returned it genuinely.

"Of course, Miss.... I mean, Anna."

He chuckled and with that walked off. I opened the door and went inside the assigned room. Gasping in awe, I examined the interior of it bit by bit. It was huge. The size matched that of my apartment where I lived, and no doubt someone could actually live in here as if in a building. The color of the walls in here was a gentle pinkish, almost as a flush that took in that soft, dirty looking shade. Some a bit darker shade some lighter, still the light above made it shine a bit as if it was painted just this week. The accessories start with a big bed, that was probably comfortable as heaven, a desk, dressing table and a wardrobe. There was even a sofa in front of the big windows. Next to the big wardrobe there was another door, surprisingly the normal size, that probably led to the bathroom. Everything in this mansion was taken good care of, polished and made sure to sparkle and please ones eye. Had I known from the start that I would be getting my private chambers that were terrifyingly brilliant looking, I wouldn’t hesitate to accept. That thought sounded selfish and greedy and I inwardly shook my head at it, but in reality I couldn’t help but feel happy for the hospitality of my hosts.

I set my bag on the sofa and slumped on the bed, gently jumping off of the softness of it. I was dead tired, beaten and mentally exhausted from the activities and paranoia from today. I closed my eyes thinking that I should go take a warm shower and then head to bed, but before I could think of opening my eyes, I drifted off into deep slumber that overtook my whole body and mind.

Later that night, I woke up with a start.

Jerking a bit, I sat up covered in sweat with completely disheveled hair that stuck to my face in places. Still dizzy from sleep, I tried to clear my vision and take in my surroundings without my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Realizing that I feel asleep on the spot, not moving from it, I sighed and buried my face in my hands.

Begrudgingly, I stood up and went for my bag, rummaging through it to take what I needed. Taking out my phone, I checked the clock and upon seeing the time, my eyes widen and sigh in exasperation.

Jesus, I could have at least changed.

Taking my time to scold myself for being so immature, I ruffled my already ruined hairstyle and went to my suitcase to take my nightgown and things I deemed necessary for the shower. I should have known better than to simply flop on a squishy material and expect of myself to stay conscious for a few more minutes.

The water made me relax, my muscles aching and screaming at me for being so reckless. When I exited the bathroom my shoulders were slumped and my muscles free of the tension, only the numbness remained that I wanted to use and enter into another session of pure dream filled sleep.

The bathroom is amazing too.

I was checking my phone for messages and calls, when that thought crossed my mind. Mentally flicking myself, I consider it to be of no wonder that it was as neat as the rest of the rooms. My mind returned to the bright screen flashing in front of my slightly puffy eyes, which dulled upon seeing what’s on it.

Absolutely nothing.

Not even slightly surprised by that fact, I made my way back to the bed, softly nibbling on my lip as my feet dragged along the carpeted floor. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from the corridor, resonating through the hallway and ringing off the walls. I froze on spot, my hearing concentrated on the sounds behind the door and with my breathing growing thinner, I tried not to frighten myself with overthinking.

Shouts were coming from the furthest part of the corridor, faintly reaching my room and filling it with panicked, high pitched voices. There was another bang and someone spitting vile curse words through the air as if they were completely infuriated. Steps were nearing my door, the shallow breath caught in my throat as I froze even more, not even making one daring move that could cause some unnecessary noise which would attract attention.

What if it was a robbery?

The loud steps passed my door, probably heading for the stairs as the bare feet patted on the tiles that covered the whole hallway and the rest of this now upset home. I waited for a couple of minutes for another loud sound, but I was met with dreadful silence that ate away at my building wish to know what was disturbing the peaceful night. My heart was racing when I started moving towards the door, feet soft against the carpet as I thickly swallowed, reassuring myself that it wasn’t that bad. Probably.

When I stood in front of it I slowly turned the knob, my eyes shutting closed at the screeching, faint sound of the surprisingly old door knob. I opened the door, setting my hands on the edges and peeking my head outside as if trying to catch the culprit in his act.

Silence.

I moved further through the door, stepping outside barefoot as I looked towards the stairs, stretching out and rising on my tip toes to see if there was someone sneaking around in that corner.

Nothing.

I looked to the other side, meeting with the darkness itself.

Still nothing.

I was silently telling myself to go back inside, but the curiosity got the better of me. So I moved towards the direction from where the loud bangs were once heard, entering further into the frightening blackness. I passed the big windows and was almost at the end of the corridor where a turn to the right was, but before I could peak behind the edge one door opened and light boomed through the floor. I froze in my tracks and my heart rate accelerated. I stopped my breathing in fear of being caught, chest tightening at the pain from the lack of oxygen.

Silent whispers filled my ears, and I recognized the sweet, almost melodic voice.

Eva.

"I think we should call the shrink..... He is not good... Yes.... He broke the glass.... No, oh god..."

I couldn't quite catch what the other person was saying.

"Another one..."

Eva commented.

Another one?

I slowly leaned forward and finally I could see them. Her and Sebastian, both in their evening clothes, huddled close as they whispered to each other in barely hushed voices. Eva was slightly trembling and Sebastian looked tired, pale as if someone had drained the living energy out of him. With a shaky hand, Eva covered her mouth and from the corner and the view of the profile, her eyes were glistening with fearful, unshed tears.

What in the gods name happened?

Suddenly a loud shriek was heard from inside the room, ripping through my ears so violently that I had to cover them. I jerked back and winced at the loud voice, which seemed to be naturally deep and velvety, but in this situation it reached the point of agony. It sounded like an animal was in pain.

Jesus.

"No, wait. Don't get up darling, you need to sit. I will bring you some of your favorite cake."

I could hear the panic in her voice. I leaned forward again, carefully while my hands were still covering my ears just in case another piercing scream would erupt from the room. She was gone, like a typhoon, walking down the hallway in quick, small steps. Luckily it was in the other direction, or I would have been found out and probably in trouble from spying on my hosts for my first night here. Sebastian went in the room next to one where the shriek came from. It was so silent that I could hear my own ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart, thumping against my chest as if it wanted to jump out and scramble back to my chambers as fast as possible.

I should go back...

But, as you know, curiosity killed the cat and I would rather taste the feeling of ecstasy when finding out the cause of the tremor in Eva’s hands. With shaky legs I went towards the room, my hand clutched tightly at the end of my night gown, digging into the fabric as much as my fingers could bare. But before I could reach the door, a deep voice made me almost jump out of my own flesh.

"You should be in bed."

Mr. Shackler said sternly. I whipped around, eyes going wide in fear as I looked up at the intimidating man. Even though he instilled fear into my very bones, he looked too exhausted that my muscles slowly relaxed under the intense glare.

"I... I'm sorry. I was awoken by a loud sound and I-"

"I know... I'm sorry. "

He sighed, apologizing. I didn't even know what I was going say, but the apology caught me off guard and I remained quiet, not knowing which words were the best to use in these kinds of situations.

I spied on your maid and butler.

I bowed my head in embarrassment, fiddling with the end of my gown with my subconsciousness screaming those few words as if urging me to confess.

"Stay here, Eva will take you back to your room."

I quickly nodded my head as he walked past me, the small gust of wind he caused making my skin prickle. My legs wobbled and I almost fell to the floor from how intense and unforgiving the man’s stare was, feeling as though his eyes saw right through my façade of covering up the curiousness that resided behind my true intentions. He entered the room and slowly closed the door. I could hear him mumbling, voice lower than usual and after five minutes passed and I still stood there, frozen in place, I almost wondered what the two inside were talking about. Knowing that I had caused already enough trouble or annoyance, I stepped back a bit with my lips pressed in a thin line.

Should I go?

Of course I should. I'm intruding.

Before I could turn I heard another deep voice boomed from the room, my being shaken up by the melancholic feel the silky, manly voice instilled in me.

"Who were you talking to?"

But there was no reply. Then the voice asked the same question. More like... Yelled.

"WHO THE f**k WERE YOU TALKING TO?!"

I could simply make out mumbling and shuffling of feet before the door swung open and I stared up in shock at Mr. Shackler. He looked at me with worry and.... Fear? If that was fear written over the middle aged man’s expression then the person inside must be someone who was much more powerful and terrifying than him. His eyes were wide, staring down at me with wonder right before his lips moved as he muttered out his sentence.

"He wants to meet you. Alone."

He stepped aside to let me in. I couldn't move, my throat was dry and my heart was in my ears and mouth, with nausea slowly forming inside my belly.

"Please, he hates when he is kept waiting, and I don't want him to have another one."

The shallow feel of a shallow explanation of the two words that remotely described the situation as another one, made the taste in my mouth even more bitter as I felt the bile rise up my throat. If only Mr. Shackler had given me further explanation on what to expect when I enter the seemingly scary room, I would be forever grateful.

I swallowed hard and slowly moved towards the room with the same quaking body as before. I brought in a deep breath to calm my nerves, closing my eyes for a brief moment of peace and quiet.

This is going to be a long night.

And now I was wishing I stayed asleep.