Chapter 2

Freya's p.o.v

I gasped mentally as he raked his wet hair back with his hand. He obviously just finished showering or using the bathroom— the towel wrapped around his loin confirms it too.

The mop fell from my hand subconsciously and his gaze met mine. I froze in complete shock at the sight of his icy blue eyes as they shone, leaving me enchanted —they are so piercing and alluring just like Alexandra Daddario's.

"Are you Ok?" his deep baritone voice asked me as he came to my rescue.

The scent became intense as he stood right in front of me—as his towering figure loom over me. I shook my head, drifting back to reality. I quickly bend over to pick up the mop.

"I...I am. I'm OK," I find myself stuttering, cursing at my own stupidity.

God. I thought Camilla was stupid. Who would have thought?

"Uhm... I'm here to uhm clean the room," I said, avoiding eye contact with him as I look around.

He moved away from me and I heaved a sigh of relief because God help me I might do something I'd later end up regretting.

"Yes, Please," he said gentlemanly, pointing at the mess in front of him beside the bed. "I'm sorry. I was going to have a drink and accidentally broke the bottle, splashing it everywhere."

I gained composure.

"It's fine, Sir. I'll just get it cleaned right away."

My heart pounded as I cleaned, only to catch him stealing glances at me and averting his gaze on the bed he's seated on.

"Your bracelet is beautiful," he finally spoke after a long silence between us as I continue with my work.

"Oh, thank you. My grandma made it."

"Really? You live with her?"

"Yeah."

"Oh," he nodded. "What about your parents?"

"I'm an orphan."

The silence after that was loud and I could see how sorry he already felt asking me that.

"I'm so sorry about that."

"It's OK," I swallowed.

There was sincerity and maturity from the way he spoke and I felt myself inextricably drawn to him right away—in a way I've never felt about any man before.

"I'm Ethan by the way and please don't call me Sir. I'm only twenty."

"I'm Freya, Nineteen. Welcome back home, Ethan."

He smiled, his eyes focusing on my lips then back to my eyes.

"Thank you, Freya. Nice to meet you. You really are beautiful I must admit."

"Thank you, Ethan. Nice to meet you too."

"So. Since when have you been working here as a help?" he asked, trying to carry on with the. conversation.

"A year."

"And how has it been so far?"

"Great. Mr Edmond and Mrs. Martha are good people and so is everyone here."

I sense that he enjoys the conversation and my company. His eyes wandered as his lips curl up into a smile.

"You don't care to know about me?"

His hypnotizing blue eyes pierced through my soul as my gaze met his and I must also admit I'm enjoying his company too. Who wouldn't enjoy the company of a greek god in her presence?

I packed the broken bottles into the dustpan and held the sponge— to begin cleaning the splash on the wall and floor.

"So, you are studying abroad," I asked as he helped me stand on the support that will enable me reach where the stain is on the white wall in the room. I wouldn't allow him do it after he insisted.

I could hear him chuckle slightly. "Yes. I am."

"What major?" I continued to ask as I clean.

"Business Administration."

I smiled pleasingly knowing we both share something in common. Even though, I am from a poor background, I have been always passionate about Entrepreneur and business administration and I intend to dive into it someday by furthering my education. Hence my reason for working.

"I see. So, what brings you home exactly?" I try to keep the conversation going as much as I can. I come down from the support stand to find him in a trouser short already.

My eyes subconsciously fell on his perfectly toned abs and I immediately looked away, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"It's been years since I left home and... basically, I just miss home," Ethan said.

"You are so lucky you know. Because there's absolutely no way I'd leave my parents for even a year if I get the chance to talk less of being years apart. Believe me, I'm home once the semester's over and I'd write tons of letters to the school if I have to, just so I could see them at every chance I've got."

Ethan giggled.

"But it's good you are here now. I hope you do enjoy your stay though."

A knock came at the door and Mrs. Martha approached Ethan, opening up her arms for an embrace.

"Welcome home, son. Good to see you again."

Even though, Ethan stood to receive her, there was a trace of sadness on his face. Something like yeah I'm here but not happy to be here at the same time kind of situation.

"Thanks, Mother Good to see you too."

I drifted my gaze away, rounding up with my cleaning.

"You should put on some clothes now. Everyone's waiting at the diner already. Mr. Landon would be pleased to see you."

Ethan and Martha left and a few moments later, I left too after I was done with the cleaning.

I couldn't think straight throughout my stay at the mansion as I continued with cleaning other rooms. I felt Ethan's scent fill up my nose every minute longer I stayed in the mansion.

I arrived home hours later to see my grandma busy with her embroidery. Although she's old, her sight is as sharp as a teenager and her bones as strong. She has really good genes— a trait I'm lucky to have acquired from her.

It has always been my Grandma and I ever since my parents died in a car accident since I was little.

"Ta da!" I rush down to embrace my grandma on the recliner.

"Welcome back little one," she said, holding my hand as I wrap my arm around her neck in a gentle squeeze, kissing her by the cheeks.

"Woah, seems like someone is in a happy mode today."

I blushed at my grandma's statement and how quick and good she is at reading minds.

"Yes. Yeeeeees, grandma. You need to see him— his eyes, smell, smile, height, hair. Oh! my God," I blurted out, making hand gestures and almost running out of breath.

"And who is the lucky guy?" My grandma teased with her brow. "Who is that guy who has left my little one breathless?"

"His name is Ethan, Grandma. And funnily enough, I just met him today."

My grandma nodded and grinned. "So, what do you intend doing?"

I settled on the sofa in front of her. " I don't know grandma. He is just... he really got me in a way I've never felt about anyone before—the way he spoke, his voice, his mannerism. Did you know he even complimented your bracelet?"

My grandma's mouth stood agape. "Really?Oh, my God."

"He called me beautiful," my hand touched the bracelet, taking my time to re-live my moment with Ethan again. "And you know what's weird grandma? I felt a strange smell fill up my nose when I was around or anywhere around him, it drove me really crazy."

"Where's he from Freya?"

I kick my feet, folding them as I lean back in the Sofa.

"He is Mr.Edmond and Mrs.Martha's eldest son. He got back from overseas today, " I giggled pleasingly.

My Grandma's eyes shone in sheer bewilderment.

"What?"

"What is it Grandma? Anything wrong?"

"I don't know, Sweetie. But you need to be careful around boys like that. It's obvious you are in love, but please be careful around him. Be really sure he is on the same page as you so you don't get hurt in the end."