Chapter 6

Avatia's POV

After kissing mom goodbye, I walked out into the busy streets of New York, pulling out my phone and dialling Kenny's number. After a couple of rings, I hear a faint and lazy 'hello'.

"Still in bed lazy baby?" I asked as I looked around for an empty cab. "Forgot today's my first day at work in Mr. Black's mansion?"

I could picture him shrieking. "Oh my gosh, my little baby Ava is gonna be working with the wicked weird dick."

"Stop it Ken, don't talk about him like that, 'sides, we don't even know him that much." I tried to defend my new boss although Kenny was right. Mr Black is ruthless. I'll just try to think of him as a good person so I'll be able to focus on my work well.

"You don't know him because you do not watch the gossip headlines. I've read about the guy, sweetheart believe me, that guy is dangerous, I'd advice, you don't work with him." Kendall answered back. Why did practically everyone say he's dangerous, for Christ sake, he just looked.....well, how do I put the look? Lost? Broken? Taken? Restricted? Okay fine. He looked dangerous. "Ava?"

"Kenny, I'm running late, I'd call you when I'm home, bye munchkin." I inhaled deeply when I hung up. I heard a car hooting and turned around to see the same black SUV from yesterday. I rolled my eyes. I'm never talking to Roberto again. He tricked me.

However, it wasn't Roberto who stepped out. A tall Chinese looking guy stepped out and walked over to me. "Avatia Hilton? "

I nodded. "And you are?"

"Cheng Napen." He said proudly

"What do you want Cheng? Did your annoying boss send you?"

"Mr. Vaughn sent me to pick you up." He answered as he pulled out a working card to prove his sincerity.

Oh! I couldn't have guessed wrongly, black car. I walked to the car as Cheng opened the door for me. Without considering his accent, Cheng is no doubt good looking. Tall, sexy and good looking with a friendly aura. We shared small talk on our way to Mr. Black's house. I got to learn that Cheng is Mr. Black's occasional driver and that he, Cheng wasn't married, just had fun with his girlfriend. He soon pulled up in the long and probably endless driveway.

"Have a great first day, miss Hilton." He called out as I made my way to the big oak doors.

"Hey Cheng, I told you, call me Ava. And thanks, I enjoyed my ride." I smiled and replied. He really was great company. I rang the bell once and then remembered when Roberto entered a code instead. I patiently waited till the door automatically opened.

Well that is so cool.

I walked into the quiet house and stood waiting for an automatic voice to give me instructions. I giggled childishly at my silly expectations.

"What's so funny, Princess?" I heard the unmistakable voice ask. I gulped like a four year old that was caught sneakily watching t.v. past her bed time. "Scared?"

This time, I confidently turned around, I didn't want him to think I was some scared little girl. "Good morning Mr. Black. I uhh, wasn't laughing at anything important. So, about the job, what do I get to paint? And where?"

"Eager?" He asked and I nervously scoffed. Add that to the list of things I do when I'm eager and someone reminds me of it.

The angry look in his eyes sent chills running down my spine. Oh my God, what got into me to scoff right in front of him. Right in front of Dreidan Vaughn 'Black'. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"The next time you disrespect me , I'd be forced to get rid of you. " He said like I was some old rug that he had to get rid off. Well, I've got some pride too, he can't just talk to me like that.

"Get rid of me? Are you for real? Do I look like I'm so desperate for a job to be spoken to like that? Look here, I respect you cause you're bigger than I am, nothing more. I already said I was sorry for my rude attitude. I demand an apology too."Â I said but I'd be lying if I said my heart wasn't crashing out of fear. I closed my eyes. I don't want to look at him, but still, I opened them to see if he'd kill me so I'd be able to scream for help.

He looked furious, like he was gonna give me a good spanking. I guess no one ever spoke to him like that. "Avatia?"

Oh my God, I thought he'd be yelling at me but his voice was smooth and soft. I gulped again and shyly looked at him.

"I didn't mean it that way." He calmy said.

My pride shook a little, here I was thinking he'd apologize and all he said was he never meant it. At least he tried, I consoled myself.

'Say something fast' my inner girl was screaming.

"I didn't come with my paints and brush cause my mom would be suspicious." I quietly said and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He walked to me and lifted my head to face him with two fingers. I was drowning in his glorious cologne. Man did the guy smell heavenly. He cleared his throat causing me to look up into his beautiful silver eyes. "Don't feel uncomfortable when you're by me,okay?"

Wow, and that minty breath of his.

I nodded quickly so he won't think I was so into his smell. He'd probably think I'm a weirdo.

"Follow me, I'd show you where you're to work." He ordered and I followed like a lost puppy. We walked in dead silence till we reached a super large room. Almost as large as my kitchen and living room combined. The room looked deserted but beautiful. It had all my requirements. Its floor length window provided an amazing view of the pool and backyard. There was a black couch and coffee table by another door I presumed leads to the balcony. Then there was another door that led to the toilet. "I hope its okay. "

I looked at him. Was he for real? Okay? The room is absolutely beautiful. But I didn't tell him that. I wanted him to know I was still mad at him for forcing me to work. "Yeah, it's okay. What do I get to paint? "

"Anything, just paint. " He said and walked out. I guess I'm all alone in a house where I don't even know where the kitchen is. Well, I've forgotten how to paint. Where do I start from?

I pick up my pencil and tried thinking of any thing I could try and sketch. My mind goes to the greek god with the silver eyes. Yes. The silver eyes. I don't know what I'm thinking but I'm working on a pair of the most amazing silvers I've ever seen as I sing 'seventeen' by Cara.

"Working on the boss' eyes?"

I jump up in fright dropping the brush directly on the well polished floor. I look up to see a good looking boy who looks like he's in his early twenties. Woahhhh. Man is he cute. So cute. Almost as cute as my Kenny. It's like this guy hired only fine looking men.

"Stop staring bella. I'm Leo by the way, and I'm guessing you're Avatia?" He asked. Was that Italian? Of course, Mr Vaughn hired only fine looking men from Italy. Except Cheng who was Chinese. "Can't get enough of my great looks? "

I roll my eyes. "I thought I was home alone. "

"Well you're with me, a hot fuck." Leo said and wiggled his perfectly carved eyebrows.

I close my ears quickly. And scrunch my nose. "Ewww, you're so disgusting."

He laughs loudly. So loud like I'd said the funniest thing on earth. "Boss got an innocent one this time?" That made me..... curious? This time?

"What do you want, Leo? " I ask him.

I mean he's quite good looking and funny but then, he's annoying.

"Your food's ready, bella." He answered with a toothy smile which melted my heart. He really is a character. One minute funny, another rude, and another, so sweet. "And believe me, you'd love my food. I cook the best Italian. Follow me. "

I shrugged. "I'm sorry but I'm not so hungry."

He feigned sadness. "This was my welcome gift to the mansion cause I'll finally have a beautiful friend here but I guess you do not see me as a friend. I'll just leave." He said and was about to leave.

I felt guilty. It looks like he's so lonely in the mansion. Who wouldn't be. This place was like a palace. So big. And void of people. "Fine. A little more food won't kill me."

He looked so happy and told me to follow him.

And I followed the cute guy with the beautiful blue eyes to an unknown direction with a smile on my face. I love Italian food.

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And I know this chapter is shortðŸ ̃£ forgive your writer. Thelma╤ï ̧•