Chapter 4 At home with the princess.

Nova looked through the window as the car drove into the compound. She wasn't wrong when she suspected earlier on that Bentley had the aura of a billionaire. 

She concluded that he was a billionaire judging from the magnificence of the mansion that was before her.

Its grandeur was a sight to behold. The estate stood as a beacon of luxury and prestige. Its elegant facade boasted towering columns crafted from imported Italian marble. There was a beautiful landscape garden towards the other end, a shimmering pool, and so many other things that she couldn't take note of.

Though her parents were rich, it was obvious that Bentley was richer. Did all of this belong to him or did it belong to his family? She wanted to ask him directly but she dared not.

"Wow," she whispered as the car came to a stop at the driveway.

Lucas opened the door for her and she stepped out. Bentley followed suit, adjusting his suit as he walked straight towards the house.

Nova followed him in silence, still taking a good look at the luxuries surrounding her. Not until she sighted a statue.

It was the statue of an adult man spouting water from his penis into the fountain.

"Jesus," she muttered quietly. 

Bentley couldn't help but let out an amused scoff when he heard her, but he quickly cleared his throat to mask his expression. He wasn't getting amused by an annoying woman he just met today.

"Can we go in now?" He asked.

"Yes. Of course," Nova took one last look at the statue before following Bentley inside.

As they went inside, Bentley offered her a seat and then took out his phone to make a quick call.

He was calling his personal assistant, Franco, informing him of the situation. They both communicated in Spanish and though Nova wasn't familiar with the language, there was a part of his sentence that she understood. As soon as he dropped the call, she didn't hesitate to point it out to him.

"Dama en apuros. I got that, you know. Did you just call me a damsel in distress? You're right though. I am a damsel in distress," she rolled her eyes before settling it away from him.

"Do you speak Spanish?" He asked.

"No. I don't know the language either. I just recognized that part. I wonder what you said about me."

"I didn't say anything about you. I only instructed him on what to do concerning you."

'He's so mean. Jesus.'

"Okay," she heaved and adjusted her dress.

"You must be tired and hungry. I'll show you to your room. Afterwards, my personal shopper will bring some clothes to you. How long will you be here for?" He inquired.

"I don't know. Maybe a few days. I don't like staying in hotels all by myself, if not I wouldn't be bothering you, and I have a house in California. That's pretty far from here so I'd need some time to get away from all this," while she explained her situation, Bentley noticed how she rubbed her arms.

Either she was feeling cold or anxious, he had no idea but he wasn't comfortable about it. He only hoped she wasn't going to die in his house due to her fragility.

He raised an eyebrow and threw her a question just when she wasn't looking. "Do you have Pneumonia or Asthma?"

"Hmm?"

"Never mind. I'll just show you to your room. Come with me," he said, leading the way upstairs with Nova trailing closely behind.

He led her to a guest room and stood by the door as she continued to look around.

"This is going to be your room for now. It might not be to your taste. It's not like I care but you don't have a choice."

'He's so rude. Makes me wanna punch him on the face right away. But I won't. He's helping me right now.'

"Thank you. I love it," she replied.

"I haven't had guests sleep over in a while. Female guests especially. So I'm gonna head back to my room and get you some of my clothes until your clothes arrive. I'll text my personal shopper while I'm at it."

"Thank you. I really appreciate your kind gestures."

He didn't respond to her, but opened the door and left.

"Not bad at all. Not bad," Nova muttered as she touched the vanity table and opened the drawers.

Then she felt the bed. It was soft and the sheets were white just like the walls and everything in the room with her. 

Come to think of it, the living room was like that too. 

Could it be that this young billionaire was obsessed with the colour white? Maybe not, because the suit he had on wasn't white in colour.

She wondered if his room looked like that too. A knock soon came on the door and Nova left everything she was doing and sat on the bed like the perfect guest that she was.

"I brought clothes. My clothes. You can change into any of them after showering," Bentley said coldly to her as he handed it to her.

"Thank you," she accepted them from him, their hands briefly brushing against each other.

 Bentley hastily withdrew his hands from her. And again, he said nothing but left the room, shutting the door behind him.

"What's his problem?" She sighed before going through the clothes that she was holding. 

She spread them out in the air. There were long T-shirts that could certainly serve as a short gown for her and there were shorts too. 

"At least I have clothes to wear and I'm grateful for that," she dropped the clothes on the bed and was about to strip off her clothes when she remembered that the door was not locked.

It wasn't like she was uncomfortable leaving the door just closed. At least Bentley had proven that he wasn't someone that would just barge into a woman's room without knocking. The problem was, she had had enough surprises for the day and didn't want any more surprises. Whatever it would be.

She locked the door and then comfortably, she stripped out of her clothes and went straight into the bathroom.

Shortly after drying herself with a towel she found in the bathroom, she picked one of the long shirts and put it on and began to pack the rest when she heard a knock on the door.

It was obviously him.

She went to the door to open it for him since it was locked and she met him standing outside.

This time, he looked different. He'd obviously taken a shower and changed into a more comfortable outfit. 

And goddamn, he was handsome as hell.

"Umm hi..." She said, not knowing what to say. But she was met with... well, a different kind of response.

He wasn't rude this time. He didn't say anything either, and he didn't have that look of disinterest that he normally had. Just a fine looking young man who was staring at a lady from head to toe.

Bentley stared because he was surprised to see how different she looked without the makeup, her hair flowing over her shoulders and how beautiful she looked wearing his clothes.

He didn't know what it was but there was just something about her.

Something.