Chapter Seven

07~ My New Master

"Ma'am?" The driver called, he had already opened the car door waiting for me to step outside. "Oh yeah, thank you." I stepped out of the car, looking before me was a gigantic mansion with a big pool outside of it. I tried closing my jaw but just could not as I stared at the house together with the surrounding. It was secluded from other houses and had so many trees on getting there. It was like a cave, a glamorous cave away from the world.

"Mia?" I heard Nelson call me. "You could mistake him for the richest man in the world whereas his father is" he chuckled softly, standing beside me. "A house so big yet for only a person?!" I exclaimed, not taking my glance away from the house, not even for a second. "Well, not anymore" he replied, raising both his brows, as I quickly grasped. "Oh, right" I answered, still looking around. "Well, shall we?" He asked, taking my boxes down.

We walked towards the door, as I continued staring at the white glass house, the pool at its front and the flowers blooming. "Mia, to make a difference, you have to be the difference" Nelson said to me, as we stopped at the door. "Mason might not be as bad as he seems, don't forget he has Mr Noah's blood running in him, so don't fret...just be yourself." He handed me my boxes.

"Thank you, Nelson, I'll do just that" I smiled at him. Nelson might just be a friend but looking back, he has been there through every struggle I had in my few years with Mr Noah. Although he came when I was 20, we grew a beautiful bond while working for Mr Noah.

"Go inside now, dear," he said to me as I stared, confused. "Aren't we going in together?" I asked. "Me?... No, I uhmm... I have to go now" his breath hitched, laughing nervously. Running back to the car, he waved me one last time before zooming off.

Turning to open the door, I saw a smart lock on it. I quickly pressed the buttons, remembering Mr Noah stating the password to his house before I arrived. My lips widened as I stepped into the house, God knows I could easily get missing without any vestige. I gently closed the door, walking into the centre of the house, I turned, looking at the house in 360 degrees. Well, a billionaire's son is also a billionaire, I said, composing myself.

"Sir Mason?" I called out as my voice echoed through the walls of the empty house. "Mr Mason?" I called again to be sure if he wasn't really home. I quietly moved my bags to the room Mr Noah had instructed me to, the first room on the left after the staircase. I walked up the stairs, looking dazzled and surprised as I got to the room.

"Phew!!" I took a deep sigh as I pushed the doorknob open. "Oh my Goodness!" My jaw dropped, seeing before me the most beautiful bedroom I've ever seen. Well, Mr Noah's room is amazing but I'll take this because its walls are white, my favourite. I stepped in, closing the door behind me as I stared in awe. The queen-size bed covered with pink floral sheets, a large mirror at the side of the wall, couches and flowers all in a room. After a few minutes of admiring the glamorous room, I found my way to the bathroom. If only there wasn't a bathtub and a toilet, I would have sworn this was another room... how big!, I exclaimed.

I took a nice refreshing bath before going out. Opening one of the bags Mr Noah bought, I searched for another uniform to put on but found none. I put on the same uniform and headed downstairs as I went to check if anything needed cleaning. Getting to the kitchen, it was quite what I expected, big and clean. The floor made of marbles glittered and also the kitchen tables, everything sparkled and was clean, so I headed out.

I would have said no one lived here due to how everything was properly arranged but only the sitting room which had its pillows scattered and a glass cup and bottle of wine lying on the table. I quickly arranged it and took the cup to the kitchen, already getting to know my ways around here. Taking the bottle, ahh... that was alcohol, I gently returned it to the bar part of the sitting room. After making sure everything was in order, I headed to my room.

Looking at the time, it was already late, and Mr Mason seemed not to be coming tonight anymore. Only a rich man could stay out this late at night. I mean... if I were the one, I'd already be home... I chuckled. I took on a nightgown I saw and slid into it, surprised as I saw my name written on its back. "Mr Noah?" I called as I rang his phone but no response. It was already past 10, he would already be asleep by now, what was I even thinking?

I sat on the bed thinking of everything Mr Noah told me. It mustn't have been easy for Sir Mason, watching his mom burn to death must probably be the most horrifying thing on earth. I don't really think he is wicked, I mean... he is still a human, even though he is broken, he can't be that bad. I thought to myself before waving it off my head. My anticipation of seeing what he looked like quickly died, as I was really feeling so sleepy.

"If he comes and meets me asleep that will be bad" I said to myself, as I stood up and splashed some water on my face as my hair came loose. After that, I left for the sitting room awaiting my master. I quietly sat in the living room staring again at it. The thought of walking around the house or his room came to me but I quickly rebuked it, fearing for my dear life.

I started dozing off, so I looked for what could stop me from sleeping before he comes. With my eyes red, full of sleep, I turned on the TV. After a few minutes, nature forcefully took me as I rested my head on the sofa. Giving in, if he comes I'll quickly sit up.

I sneezed, readjusting on the sofa I laid partially on. Subconscious, I searched for my phone, checking the time, it was already past 12. Dropping it, a yawn caught me off guard as I laid fully on the sofa, feeling more comfortable. Eyes blurred, turning my head, I saw a figure sitting directly across me.

I sneezed again, realising the air conditioner was off before I slept, why was it suddenly cold? Right then my eyes popped open as I jumped up from the sofa. My heart sank as I stared at the person before me. His green eyes penetrated deep into my soul as he stared at me. His presence was mysteriously alluring and dominating. His lips, the color of moss after a spring rain, held a disconcerting knowledge that could both calm and unsettle a room with only a word.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The hush around him was louder than voices. His green eyes flickered once at me again, unreadable, then lowered, disinterested, as though nothing here was worth his attention. And yet, somehow, he had mine entirely.

Sitting with his legs crossed before me, I struggled with my words and at the same time shivered to my core.

"S..s..God Morning, uhm... Good morning Sir Mason, my name is M..."

"Get lost."

A deep wave hit my chest as my eyes widened. "Oh... yes sir." I looked around searching for nothing in particular as I hurried away.

"And..." I heard him say, stopping me right in my tracks as I turned to his direction. "Your hair, don't ever..." he flashed me a glance as I realised my hair was loose. Before I could respond, he walked past me to his room.

There was nothing deliberate in the way he passed, it was simply indifference, the quiet dismissal of someone who felt no need to notice, no need to acknowledge. His face was unreadable, carved in stillness, as though emotion was something foreign to him.

He walked up the stairs, reaching his door, he opened it with the same calm precision, and slammed it shut. A drop of tear from nowhere rolled down my eyes as I stood there with my lips apart.