Billionaire Secret Life

Chapter4

Emily pov

I heard a voice call for me. It was close but I couldn't place it. I was deep in sleep.

The voice came again. It sounded familiar but I shoveled it off and continued to sleep.

This time it came closer and I felt someone tap me. I opened my eyes half open, I could see an image close to me.

"Mrs Gonzalez, breakfast is ready and you need to wake up and prepare."

She said in a calm voice, I rolled my eyes in between yawning, I opened my eyes fully, I could recognize her, the maid that helped me arrange and show me to my room yesterday I arrived.

"I will be down in the next few minutes". I gave her my reply and she left immediately.

I sat up on the bed, threw my hands in the air and yawned once more.

I looked around the room and a wave of nostalgia swept over me. It looked similar to my previous room.

I entered the bathroom to have a quick bath. Seeing my reflection in the mirror, I screamed.

"What! Why do I look this way? Then I remembered I got married yesterday as I stared down at the ring on my finger.

I forgot to wash off the makeover on my face and I cried myself to bed with those bulging eyes and underneath my eyes those lines were showing. I looked horrible.

I hurriedly slit out of my clothes and allowed the water to castrate my skin and give me that refreshing feeling as I sat in the bathtub.

After what felt like an hour, I dried my body and looked at myself in the mirror once more.

The girl I knew reflected my blue eyes, pointed nose and camel skin.

I didn't need those makeovers to look beautiful, I was just perfect in my own skin. I touched my cheeks, the usual place for Aaron's peek. I can't help it. I missed him.

It came, the memories I wanted to shut out from my hippocampus, it came running once more, I got my eyes getting all teary and got a running nose.

I consoled myself and wiped some water over my eyes to weep out those bulging and red eyes, but it was still there.

I rushed out after getting prepared and took along some sunshade glasses.

I got to the table, everyone was on the table, probably waiting for me before they ate their food.

I muttered some good morning, to which Mr Gonzalez responded with a smile and Mrs Mira too responded in joy. Why is she so happy whenever she sees me?

"How was your night sweetie," she inquired.

"Fine", I flashed back my sweetest smile but it came out like a grimace.

I recognized a face that should be Gideon's sister. She was sending some deadly glares at me.

I know you don't want me here, but I don't want that either, I thought to myself as I remembered how our path crossed.

Thank goodness, nobody asked me why I was wearing some shade as everyone dug into their food.

I stole some glances at Gideon. He looked quiet and cold. Thank goodness we weren't staying in the same room as I can't deal with that.

Mrs Mira instructed the maid to show me round the house, as we started from down to up.

Downstairs contained some rooms which were for Mr Tate Gonzalez and his wife, the sitting room, dinner and the sitting room.

We walked upstairs as I noticed some artwork hanging on the walls while walking up the stairs.

I didn't notice it while coming down for dinner, probably I wasn't paying much attention to notice.

"This is Mr Gideon's room" she said.

It was directly opposite my room. We walked swiftly as she showed me the study and the library.

I would love to come here to spend some time. I loved reading, though my career is on hold for now.

While my fashion store was sold out, I shoveled the memory off as I didn't want to cry more. Each of those hurtful memories makes me teer up.

"What is your name?" I asked the maid that had been taking me round the house, probably striking a conservation will swift my mood.

"My name is Gloria."

"Please call me Emily, Mrs Gonzalez sounds old to me." I smiled at her, removing my sunshade glasses.

"Ok ma'am, but why are your eyes so red" she asked out of the blues.

I thought by now my red eyes should have cleared. I shouldn't tell her I was crying.

"I got some red eye disease when I woke up this morning."

She nodded like she really understood that I was obviously lying, like I wasn't good at that.

She cracked a door open, it was a room, a spacious room and evenly decorated, but the piece of furniture was covered, it seemed it was no longer being used.

This could be the right room for my studio. I thought to myself, I can't stand staying idle here, I don't want to be a loner.

Probably getting attached to the library, doing some work in the studio and strolling in the garden will be a perfect day for me.

"Is this room still in use?" I narrowed my eyes to see her reply.

"No ma'am, it has been locked up since 15 years ago, it was the favourite spot for Aria."

"Who is Aria?"

"The last of Gonzalez's family, she lost her life in a plane crash when she was 15. She was a good artist."

I strolled through the room examining some portraits which were carefully stored in the cupboard.

I don't think it's a good idea to use this place for my studio, the air here is too clingy.

I can't place the feeling. We left the room and the room opposite was a perfect place for my studio. It was spacious and had some furniture which was covered.

"I would like to use this place for my studio," she smiled at me.

"I will clean it up for you."

We strolled to the backyard. There was a pool besides. I loved swimming but getting carried away with my career. I hardly had the time to swim.

I touched the water. It was chilling and cold, calling on me to have some swimming sessions. I resisted the urge to swim as she took me to the garden and other places.

I decided to take a nap and found my way to my room.

Walking down the hallway, I saw Gideon coming out of his room as he stared at me.

What was he looking at? I turned around to check whether someone was behind me but nobody was. He often looked fixed with wide eyes at me for what seemed like 10 minutes, then he walked towards me.

"Why are your eyes red? He asks with furrowed eyebrows, his voice cold. ? ? Really is he that caring he probably pitied me after witnessing those crises.

I hate pity. I looked straight at his face but couldn't stop admiring those features.

This was my first time looking at him closely, forgetting I was being asked a question.

"What are you looking at? Answer me! Why are your eyes red?"

This time around, in a much louder voice, I got hold of myself recoiling the question being asked.

"Oh no! My glasses". I put them on, l hurriedly escaped him, dashing into my room and slamming the door shut.

I was breathing in and out as if I had run a marathon race. I got my breath and a heavy sigh of relief.

"That was close!"