Devoted To The Billionaire Widower

 Bash sat in the back seat of the SUV with eyes shut and his head leaning on the window as they drove into the Storm estate. Beside him, a girl was seated and stealing glances at him while she pretended to be looking out the window. Sincerely, he caught her the few times he opened his eyes but didn't bother stopping her. There was a reasonable amount of space between them where their backpacks sat but were a sort of bridge between the two.

    The car pulled over in front of a huge Ivory-coloured Mansion and the driver alighted and opened the back seat door for the twosome.

    Bash got out and hung his backpack over his shoulders. Looking at the mansion, he simpered. Without waiting for the one he came with to alight the vehicle, he strode towards the front door and pushed it with both hands.

    His mouth slacked as he looked around, "Woah!", he echoed, he had been here before but yet he was still marveled.

    The inside of the mansion did little justice to the outside as it was more gracious. Its walls were painted in fine white and orange coats. Two separate staircases that shared the same hallway faced the entrance and underneath them was a stylishly decorated living room.

    "Welcome to the Storm mansion," said a blonde-haired man who was standing by the door, "I am the head housekeeper but you can call me James."

    Bash turned to the front of the man, with the corner of his mouth turned up, he shucks James whose hand was stretched with double hands saying, "Am Bash Harvey but you can call me Bash. "

    James's lips thinned in a hardline, he already disliked the young man. He pulled his hand away and motioned a male servant standing at the far end of the room to come.

    Cassandra the girl Bash left outside entered the house and wore a similar facial expression as Bash did, she turned towards James who introduced himself in the manner he did with Bash. Fluttering her false lashes at him she muttered, "I am Cassy, pleasant to meet you."

    James bowed a little, pleased with the girl's manner. Handing the twosome two booklets with 'rules' written on the front page, he tells them, "These are the rules and regulations of the Storm household, I will advise you read them carefully in order not to get in any trouble, " " you will be taken to your rooms where you will stay till further notice."

    Bash narrowed his eyes, his hands that were clinging to the arms of his back flew to the air as he asked, "What? are we in a prison or something? "

    James clenched his fists and forced a smile, he wondered what the late mistress saw in Bash to choose him as her beneficiary, " there are the house rules you obey or face the consequences.

    The number one rule is like quotes, 'on no occasion shall a house guest be caught on the master's staircase or near his room'. " He muttered pointing at a staircase with a stylishly written capital letter S on its wall before its hallway.

    The two youths' eyes traveled with James's index finger, specifically on the S. Both thinking it seems a bit unnecessary but only Bash spoke up, "But I will be here for years, surely I will be permitted to go up to the master's room, "he winked at James to annoy him.

    "No!" James barked, realizing his mistake, he took a deep breath to momentarily calm his nerves. He mentally scolded himself for losing his temper over a privileged delinquent, "I mean no, no one is allowed to go up there. Now kindly follow the servant who would direct you to your rooms."He rephrased with a calmer tone and forced a smile afterward.

    Bash lets out a stiff yawn before he asked, "When do I get to meet Storm?"

    James froze and stared at the boy with wide eyes, in all his years of working for Storm Rehan, never had he ever met anyone who addressed his boss by his first name without any respect. Stuttering he said, "Mr, Mr. Storm would be down for breakfast---you will be informed when the time is right, that is if he wishes to see you two."

    Bash rolled his eyes and followed the servant who had already started walking away. Cassandra gave James a pleaded look and said," please don't mind Bash, he can be very inquisitive at times. "

    "That is not an excuse for his arrogant behavior, " James stated, fuming he excused himself.

    *

    After settling in Bash sniffed his armpits to know if he should add more cologne since he assumed he would be having breakfast with STORM REHAN! Thankfully he smelt good so no need to chock the man with his cologne. He licked his lips and rubbed his palms in anticipation.

    He got up from his bed and walked to a huge mirror in the room, eying his reflection he smile and he took off his blue denim jacket before straightening up his white polo.

    Bash is twenty years old, the brown hair that he groomed looked lush and thick. He had entrancing honey brown eyes that most people said were his best features. His face was smooth and he was graced with an aquiline nose that would crinkle up when he laughed. His only blemish was a black dot above his plump lips that in a way added to his boyish cuteness.

    Bash swung his head to his bedroom door when he heard a knock and hurriedly went to open it, "yes? is it time ?" He asked the male servant who was staring at him with a blank face.

    "Yes, the master would be down in twenty, you must be there before he does I'll lead you, " the servant told.

    "Give me a moment," Bash voiced and locked his door. He smirked as he leaned on the door then galloped to his bed and got in with a leap, "You must remember me, Stormy..."

    Minutes passed and yet Bash didn't come out. The servant outside began to panic, he kept on knocking but Bash didn't respond, sweat beads rolled down his face as the thought of his salary getting deducted because of Bash's poor misconduct. He called out in a high-pitched tone, saying, "young sir, please we are going to be late. Open up am begging you."

    But the sly boy had other plans...