Five
885 Words
ELENA'S POV
I woke up the next morning with a serious body ache, and my back, all sore. I tried stretching out my whole body to see if I could feel a bit more relief before going to take a shower.
I sluggishly stood up and went to the bathroom when I remembered meeting up with Julian’s lawyer today. All I could do was only to wonder what would happen or what I'd be signing, since I no longer have a say or a free will.
“My father sold me off,” and I don't think I can ever forgive him for that. Realizing the new turn my life had taken from yesterday.
I turned on the shower, the water soothing. I let my hair down, because I needed the water to touch every part of my body. As I proceeded to bathe, I heard a voice in my room.
Julian?
The voice from the room sounded like his.
I tried to control myself at the sound of his voice, but I couldn't. I quickly rushed out of the shower, reached for the towel and tied it round my chest. The towel was quite short, revealing my thighs and the cleavage of my breasts.
“Good morning madam.” It was Leo standing in front of me.
I jolted and felt a bit uncomfortable. Knowing he wasn't supposed to see me this way. I didn't rush out this way for him. Silly me, I thought to myself.
Morning… Leo, what brought you here this early?
“The boss asked you to join him for breakfast,” Leo said. He looked shy and kept his face off me. I could understand because the situation was awkward. He wasn't supposed to walk into me or see me like this. He then took his leave.
I felt a bit disappointed as I saw it was Leo and not Julian himself. Am I crushing on him?
I stopped to think to myself, not possible Lena, I told myself. He's bought me, and I'm his asset until whenever he asks me to go. I consoled myself and went to dress up.
I stepped out of the room, and I went straight to the dining area. The nice aroma of the various dishes on the long dining table welcomes me, leaving me with multiple choices to eat from.
The dishes were set up, looking like a royal feast.
“Good morning.” I greeted Julian with a wide grin. He was seated at the edge of the dining table. He was obviously the “king,” so he sat on the single chair across the table.
He nodded in response and pointed to the next chair next to him. I understood what that meant. He wanted me to come sit close to him. I felt a chill run over me, and I was quite excited.
He was still wearing a gray-colored round-neck T-shirt and jogger pants, which made him look less serious and very charming. I couldn't stop staring at his face and muscles.
“Oh… I love myself, a strong man.”
I sat down as he helped me place a plate and cutlery in front of me. “What a gentleman, I thought to myself.” I noticed he had been avoiding eye contact with me ever since we came into his house.
I served the portion of eggs and bacon I could finish and started to eat.
You're free to go anywhere in the house, Elena, but you're restricted from entering the library. It's my private area, it's my study and work area. Julian said, as he took a bite from the oatmeal before him.
I swallowed the bacon in my mouth as I nodded “yes” to what he said.
**
An hour later, I found myself lying on the bed in my room, reading one of the novels I had brought with me.
Suddenly, my mind drifted away as I remembered Julian's orders not to go to the library. My curiosity couldn't allow me to keep concentrating on the novel, so I decided to follow my mind.
I slightly opened the door to my room so as not to raise unnecessary awareness. I tip-toed on the marble floor with socks on my legs. The floor felt cold and smooth beneath my feet.
I quietly opened the door to the room he described as his “private library” down the hallway. I peeped to double-check whether I wasn't being followed or caught.
I turned to get a glimpse of how the library looked, and behold, it was an entire massive room, with books stacked on the shelves, from top to bottom. The smell of old books welcomed me into the library.
The shelves surrounded the room, leaving his work table in the middle of the room. I continued admiring the whole room as I walked towards the table situated in the middle of the room.
I started scanning through the papers and files on his table and I opened the drawer below his table. To my surprise, I found an old photo frame of him and his father.
“Roberto Dominic.”
I stood in shock just to process the image I was holding in my hands.
Roberto? I muttered.
Julian is Roberto’s son?
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