Chapter Seven : An offer?

ASHLEY

I watched him frown at her, and I almost snorted.

She didn't ask to be brought into this world.

I looked down at her. She looked really sad, like she understood what that single look meant.

That, she just got rejected by her own father.

I ran a hand through her hair, and she looked up at me. I smiled at her, hoping that would help.

She snuggled further into my laps and closed her eyes.

Nicholas was speaking to the doctor, and I tuned out the conversation.

I was aware when the driver started the car again.

My mind wandered to Luciana again.

For someone who said, there's something called protection.

He fucked up big time.

What's he going to do to her?

Was he even going to tell the world about her?

Will he keep her?

I just had a sense of responsibility towards her.

Like I needed to protect her.

Even though I had more worries than that.

I stared at him. I didn't know if it's in my place to ask him what his plans were.

He looked up from his phone and cocked an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head in response and turned my gaze to the window.

I couldn't get the words out.

I leaned back against the headrest and closed my eyes.

I knew something the whole world didn't know about him.

He was a dad.

I couldn't explain the weird feeling in my stomach. I didn't know what that meant to me.

Like, it was even supposed to mean anything.

I heard light snores, and I looked down at her.

I smiled at her.

She looked so beautiful. She had her dad's good genes.

She managed to fall asleep amidst this chaos.

I looked up and saw we were back at his place. The driver pulled up in front of the mansion, and he got down.

I followed after adjusting her in my arms. He unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

I allowed myself to take in everything as we walked further into the house.

It looked like something out of the movies.

It screamed money.

I felt so out of place.

Like I didn't belong.

I followed him into the kitchen and settled on the counterstool.

"Do you want anything?" He asked as he rummaged through his fridge.

"Water," I replied.

He slid me a bottle of water, and I mumbled a thanks.

I balanced her on my laps and held her with a hand. I managed to uncork the bottle with another.

"The meeting is in a few minutes," he paused.

I nodded in response.

"Keep her quiet. I will take care of the meeting."

"Who's going to take notes?" I asked.

"I can manage."

What the hell?

So why did I need to come here in the first place when he could MANAGE?

I should be in bed by now. Finishing up a series or in dreamland.

"You would be paid for your troubles," he murmured.

That sounded good.

"Where can I take her?"

He raised an eyebrow at my question.

I sighed. "This position isn't that comfortable for her. Can you direct me to one of your guest rooms?"

"Oh! Go left. You will find a hallway. You can take one of the two rooms."

I thanked him before walking in the direction.

I took the first room that I spotted. My jaw dropped as I stared around the room. The room was almost the size of my whole apartment.

And it's just the guest room.

Damn this rich people.

I gently placed her on the bed.

Her mom couldn't even pack some clothes for her.

All she had on was a green onesie and baby shoes.

We didn't even know if she had any allergies.

The least she could have done was put a list of her likes and dislikes in the basket.

I put her hair away from her face while sitting down next to her.

I covered my mouth as I let out a yawn.

I was tired.

I laid down while keeping my eyes on her.

She's still fast asleep.

My eyes felt heavy.

Just five minutes. __^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^__^

I groaned loudly as light shone brightly on my face.

Did I forget to close my window again?

I opened my eyes slowly while trying to adjust to the light.

I sat upright when I realized the bed was way too comfortable to be mine.

I looked around the room.

There's no way I became a heiress overnight.

A small sound got my attention, and I looked at the other side of the bed.

Luciana.

The event of last night flooded my thoughts.

I checked the time on my phone and realized it's twenty minutes to eight. I had missed messages and calls from Maya.

I quickly typed her message that I was fine.

I got out of bed and found the kitchen easily.

He looked up, and I was stunned.

He looked so good in the morning.

It's the first time I saw him in anything other than a three-piece suit.

He's dressed in casuals - a sweatshirt and a pair of joggers.

I brushed my hair with my hands, trying to look presentable. "Good morning, boss."

He gestured for me to take a seat beside him, and I took the one farthest to him.

For one, I hadn't brushed my teeth nor taken a shower.

He stared at me, and I fiddled with my fingers under the table.

"I am sorry for waking up late. I have to get back home to change and then head to work."

He shook his head. "It’s no problem. You deserve it after yesterday."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't even look like he was ready to go to work.

Or maybe this's his morning routine.

"Actually, I have an offer for you," he said slowly.

An offer?

For me.

What could it possibly be?