Eliana
1713 Words
CYNTHIA
I was glad Beatrice told Aubrey that we needed rest, or else I would faint. She looked at me as if she knew who I was, and she probably does, being the enemy of my parents.
I didn’t understand how they knew each other, but I had to figure it out as well. My parents had so many allies and enemies, it was hard to keep count. But I didn’t want to be stuck here without a plan in case they discovered who I was.
Beatrice would not forgive me for hiding such vital information.
The housekeeper led me to my own room, and as she opened the door, I couldn’t help but admire the whole setting.
The room was decorated beautifully. The rug looked soft, and the velvety curtains gave it some elegance. The bed had four large posts going up to the ceiling and a curtain surrounding the bed, giving it a medieval look.
The sheets were even a more impressive golden color, and as I touched it, I could feel the silky material. I only imagined being tangled in these sheets with…
“No, Cynthia. She doesn’t deserve your thoughts or attention. Someone as hot and cold needs to be taught a lesson,” I whispered to myself, making sure the housekeeper didn’t hear me as she put the luggage down on the floor by the bed.
“Thank you for everything,” I said in Spanish, assuming she speaks the language.
“You’re welcome, Miss. Now, have a good rest,” she replied in the same language as I sighed in relief for not screwing up.
She bowed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me on my own. I locked it, not wanting anyone to interrupt. The first thing I wanted to do was take a warm shower. I didn’t want to use the one on the plane, not too comfortable.
Grabbing some clothes from my luggage, I walked into the bathroom and the sight had me opening my jaw wide. The antique porcelain bathtub was in the middle of it all, with a shower on one corner and a sink with a long counter on each side.
The floor tiles were so shiny, you could see yourself in them and a floor to ceiling golden framed mirror stood by the window, giving the bathroom a royal fantasy hype.
I turned the water on the bathtub, deciding to just take a bath instead and took my clothes off, letting them fall on the floor before I stepped in. The warm water soothed my muscles and the lavender oils sitting by the edge were tempting enough to pour a few drops and enjoy the relaxing bath.
“What a beautiful sight,” I heard a male voice coming from the door, making me sit up without realizing I would be showing my breasts to him.
Covering myself with my arms, I could see his smirk as he walked further in.
“You must be my sister’s date for the family affair,” he said, an apple in his hand and a knife in the other, slicing the juicy fruit before he popped it in his mouth.
“You must be Francis. Didn’t your parents teach you not to invade someone’s privacy?”
“That’s the problem. I don't listen to them. I never did. Hence Dad calling my sister to come back home, he doesn’t trust me with the family business,” he replied, before cutting another slice.
“How old are you, anyway?”
“Oh, I’m fifteen. But old enough to know what a naked girl looks like. I guess I am at that curious age,” he chuckled as he leaned against the sink while I kept covering myself with my arms.
“How did you get in here? My door was locked and it’s very disrespectful to walk in on someone who is naked, especially a stranger.”
“I have my ways." Ugh, for someone so young, he had a lot of nerve.
“You need to leave.”
He nodded with a slight tilt of his lips, waving the knife towards me as he walked out of the bathroom. I sighed in relief and finished my bath before stepping out and drying myself with a soft, fluffy towel hanging by the wall.
Dressing in my comfortable clothes, a pair of shorts and a tank top, I headed to my room and laid in bed, passing out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
*~*~*~*
“Wake up, Cynthia.”
Beatrice shook my legs, pulling me away from the most amazing dream. I groaned and stretched, yawning while I looked out the window, only to see it was dark outside already.
“What time is it?” I asked, sitting up before I rubbed my eyes awake.
“Time for dinner. Get dressed in something more decent, I don't want my parents to think I have a floozie for an assistant."
As she was about to leave, I called her, upset.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Beatrice Santiago!?” I shouted, making her turn around to look at me with her eyes wide open.
“You think you can keep insulting me? What's wrong with you lately?”
“Just change, end of discussion.”
With that, she just walked out of the room. What am I going to do to make this woman understand she can't be treating me like this?
Changing to decent clothes, I walked out and tried to find my way to the dining area, where everyone was already waiting for me.
“Sorry for being late. I guess my nap ran longer than expected,” I chuckled, nervously as I sat down on the chair next to Beatrice.
“No worries. We understand you two had a long flight, and you must be hungry as well, so eat,” Aubrey said as she pointed at the delicious food on the table. Francis sat on the other side of the table, giving me looks and winking at me everytime I would look at him.
“Just ignore him. He flirts with any girl that he sees. Still doesn't get used to the idea he's still a teenage boy and he's not supposed to be flirting with women older than him.”
Beatrice's words were a bit cold and held a tone of jealousy that made me smile to myself.
“Lorenzo will be arriving soon. He had an important meeting with Luciano, so he shouldn't take much longer,” Aubrey mentioned, “you can start eating. He won't mind.”
“Good evening, family,” A woman, probably in her early twenties, walked in and sat next to Aubrey. By the look on Beatrice's face, she didn't seem to be to her liking.
She was adorable, with her dark hair and blue eyes, tomboy looks and she seems to have that party animal lifestyle on her.
I wondered how many members of her family I will get to meet at this affair.
“Hello, dear. Did you see my husband at your house?” Aubrey asked with a kind smile. She reminds me of my mother.
“No, I wasn't at home. Mom and Dad are busy getting their alliance s**t together with the Russian Mafia,” she said, annoyed when her eyes fell on me.
“Oh, I didn't know you had company. Hi, I'm Eliana. Nice to meet you,” she greeted, getting off the chair to sit on the one next to me as she extended her hand to shake mine.
“Cynthia, nice to meet you.”
“You're very beautiful. Are you here as Bea's date?”
“Um… no. Just as a friend. I'm her personal assistant,” I decided to go along with it to see Beatrice's reaction.
“Well, does that mean I can take you out for dinner one day? Before you go back home?”
I couldn’t believe how straightforward she was. With that, Beatrice slammed her hands on the table, clearing her throat as she stood up from her chair.
“I'm not hungry, Mom. When Dad comes back, can you send someone to get me?”
“Sure, I'll let you know.”
Beatrice walked out, not sparing a glance at me. Eliana smiled as she watched her walk away.
“Looks like Beatrice is a bit jealous. But that invitation stands, if you're interested.”
“I'm flattered, Eliana. But I don't think it's a good idea. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll check on Beatrice, have a good night.”
As I walked out, I could feel Eliana's eyes on me, and I took a last glance, only to see her smiling at me. It was sexy, to say the least. But highly inappropriate. Especially since I was not here to flirt with anyone.
I reached her room, knocking on the door until I heard a faint ‘come in’ from behind it. Beatrice had a towel wrapped around her body, ready to head into the bathroom to take a shower.
“What do you want? Did you finish flirting with her?” She asked, bitterly.
“I wasn't flirting, Beatrice. And even if I was, what's it to you? I'm only your assistant and you don't get tired of reminding me that nothing can happen between us,” I made it clear to her.
Her own words, not mine.
“You can't go out with her,” she stated, looking through her luggage for something to wear.
“Why not? I'm an adult and you're only my boss, not my girlfriend. I can go out with whoever I want. You…”
“You're mine, Cynthia!” She suddenly raised her voice. I was frozen on the spot, not expecting that reaction from her.
After realizing what she said, she opened her eyes wide, shaking her head before she walked into the bathroom, leaving me standing there without an answer.
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