The New Mistress 2

Stepping into the mansion, Naomi was duly surprised by Damon's taste in interior decor.

She expected every corner to be masculine, oozing how egocentric he was but she was surprised to see more temperate colours.

She was shocked to see green, blush pinks, and whites.

Could this be his family house? For all she knows, the media never seem to have pictures of his family except a picture with his father and one could tell they had quite a rocky relationship.

On walking into the house, she is welcomed into the guest living area.

The guest living area was huge, with a white plush couch and a glass center table with gold edges. On the center table sat a white flower vase with vines, adding a lovely color contrast to the white marble tiles and walls. Thick curtains were pulled aside to let in some natural light, and a television was on the wall.

A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling down and this guest area was ridiculously huge. One could host a party of thirty people in here breaking a sweat. Running from the ground floor to the second floor were pillars with lights running down the length of it.

It was simple and unwelcoming to

say the least. Something that would make any visitor want to leave the moment their business was done. If that was the plan behind this setting, in Naomi's opinion, he pretty much won.

Naomi was led to a corner through a passageway that housed an elevator in the corner. She stepped in and moments later, she was on the second floor of the building.

A glass fence wrapped around the second floor, overlooking the guest living area. There was a sitting spot with shelves filled with different books, a shelf filled with wine, and double glass doors that led to a patio.

Turning a corner, they finally arrived at a hallway that had several doors on the right and the left. Hanging on the walls were family photos, none of which included Damon as she expected.

Strange.

On the furthest end of the room sat a flower vase in the middle of a drawn curtain that showed a glass window that overlooked the gate into the mansion.

“This is the young master's room, miss.” The maid announced as she pulled open the door leading to his room.

It was huge. The king-sized bed up against the wall on her left, with floor-to-ceiling windows at the furthest end of the room. It was just what she feared.

Dark curtains, black tiles, black beddings…this man lives like a bloody vampire. There is no color or life here!

Naomi walked deeper into the room, heading for the huge glass window to see that it overlooked the pool, a garden, and a golf course. He could get a view of the entire backyard from up here.

On the right and left side of the bed were floating bookshelves with books; it was clear that he was a reader.

An avid reader.

A work table sat in the corner with a chair. Another bookshelf was on the wall next to his table, which was backing the huge glass windows in his room.

A cushion table is set a few feet away from the edge of the bed. She could see the walk-in closet from where she stood, and she could tell that walking deeper into the closet would lead her to the bathroom.

Naomi wrapped her arms around her as the nails did the moving and arranging of her things for her.

Did she make the right choux by coming here? She could easily end this with a divorce, right? She doesn't have to put herself through all of this stress.

She sighed, she's here already. There's nothing that could change that now, is there?

Her phone beeped, a call from Soonie. She slides on the receiver.

“Hey. I just got here and my things are being arranged.” Naomi explained.

“That's good. Is his house…nice?” Soonie asked.

“It's good I guess. Cozy maybe? It's huge too either tons of Security.”

“How much security are we talking about?”

“A lot. It's like he's the president or something.”

“Damn! It's going to take a lot to burst you out of there wouldn't it?”

Naomi chuckled. “I'll be fine.”

“Your house used to be like that, remember? No matter how much I tell them I need to see my love, they just won't let me until you come down to the gate and tell them to let me in.” Soonie chuckled.

Naomi laughed. “You kept saying my love instead of Naomi! They were confused!”

Soonie laughs. “True. Are you good though? Is he there with you?”

“Not yet. I guess he'll be returning home soon.”

“Home,” Soonie repeated.

“Yeah. I'll be staying here for now, I can get used to it.”

Soonie was quiet. “You should take a shower and a nap. You've had a long day.” She advised.

“I will. Thanks a lot. Take care.”

“You too.”

The call ended and Naomi took a deep sigh. She needs to take a shower and nap.

Damon would be back soon, and she knew for a fact that her moving into his room would get him riled up, and she was so ready for it!

“We're done, miss. Is there anything else you would want us to do for you?” One of the five maids in the room asked.

“That would be all. Thank you.”

They took a bow and walked out of the room immediately. Naomi heads for the closet, grateful to see all of her things neatly arranged Intheree.

It was a spacious closet with mirrors everywhere and a floating vanity at the center of the room. His shoes were arranged in a rotating rack alongside hers. He had a drawer filled with belts and wristwatches of every kind. One could see it on display through the glass on the top of the floating vanity.

Naomi stripped, walking towards the bathroom as she did. Panties on the floor, bra, dress, heels, and bracelets followed. She'll pick it all up later.

The bathtub was the center of the bathroom, overlooking more land that was Damon's property. She sinks into the tub, allowing herself to enjoy every bit of warmth the water has to offer.

Taking a shower is such a ceremonial thing for Naomi, and she tends to submerge herself in it.

Soon, she was done, and she stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel from the rack, and made her way to the walk-in closet, where she picked up her things from the floor and placed the dirty clothes in the laundry.

The door to the bedroom swings open, making Naomi pause. He's back and from the heavy footsteps and the angry slam of the door, she was up for a crazy argument.

Naomi dried her body and tossed the towel to the side before picking up her nightwear. A pair of satin shorts and a single-strap top.

“Naomi!” He called as he got closer to the door.

He stepped in to see a naked back view of Naomi.

“What is it?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Damon froze.

He shouldn't be looking at her. He really shouldn't be staring for this long, but how could he not when she has that scandalous and risky tattoo on her waist?!