Episode 4
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Maliya stood with her body clenched against her clothes as she stares unshakingly at him, just because she was taken off guard and speechless.
Her head was basically spinning as she tries to pull the pieces together whilst standing like a statue.
The same man from last night, who was holding a gun and wanted to touch her at first sight?
She thought to herself as if she had walked into a nightmare that she prays it’d never come true.
“Princess?” Seeing that she is spending a long time in thoughts, he began to stride closer.
“Princess?” He calls again, both of his hands were positioned behind him.
“I…” words failed her.
She begged her mouth to say something, it was nothing but a fail attempt every darn time.
“Can you not come closer?” She finally uttered.
“Is that a request or an order?” He did stop in his track, waiting to hear her reply.
“It is a request, please…” She heaved a deep breath, her hands were trembling.
“I’ll let you have your way this time, go back to your room!” Grey retorted and made a swift turn back to his desk without saying another word.
Truthfully, Liya didn’t know if she was to dance happily because he let her have her way or she was to cry for her time in the future that she’d be spending in his house.
Right now, she doesn’t even know where to go.
Where is her room?
That was the question in her head before the door suddenly creaks open and the same lady from earlier walked up to her.
“Come with me, Mrs. Grey” Shea said in a polite manner whilst turning towards the door.
Maliya had this urge to tell her not to refer to her as Mrs Grey but by her name.
But no!
Not in this situation will she do something like that.
She followed right behind his secretary whilst gazing around as she didn’t know where they’re headed exactly.
She has totally forgot that she came here with Reese until she got to the door to her room.
“This is your room, please help yourself, we’ll be assigning maids to you very soon” Shea explained to her with a straight face, no signs of smile.
“Oh okay,” she paused. “Hmm, the girl I came with, my…”
“Ohh that girl, she has been sent to the maid quarters” Maliya brows raised in confusion, Sje didn’t understand what she meant by that.
“She’s my friend and not my maid so she…”
“Well, the rule is that no one other than you and Mr. Grey can live in this place, others can only come and go and it applies to everyone including me” she briefed further.
Even though it wasn’t clear enough to her understanding, she just nodded her head throughout the briefing.
“I’ll take my leave now” she said and left immediately.
A breath of freedom escaped her tiny mouth as she pushed the door open, a part of her was silently praying this room was just for her and she needed to confirm that.
The sight of the room was just too beautiful but when the heart is heavy, some things wouldn’t be significant in the eyes of the person.
That was the situation for Maliya,
However, she has another mission in this room before she can fully settle down.
She tiptoed towards the cloak room and it was really big, so big that anyone would think of it as another master bedroom.
Maliya knew from the depth of her heart that it was over for her the minute her eyes darted to the glass locker with different colors of Neck ties which obviously belongs to no one but…
Grey!
“Dammit!” She cursed under her breath, her heart began to race as the thoughts of the two of them sleeping in the same room crossed her mind over and over again.
And again, she was at the verge of tears and a part of her hated her father for doing this to her.
“What are you doing there?” The husky voice came at her at once, she was more than shocked that she immediately lost balance.
She hoped that he’ll rush over to stop her from falling but to her surprise, he stood there and watched her butt kissed the ground.
“What a wicked man!” She thought.
“I…lost..my.way, I needed to ease myself” she lied, lowering her gaze.
There was nothing but silence as he walks closer to her, she felt like shrinking into the ground.
Grey forced a smile that looks more like a smirk as he lifted her chin and her face was more close to his.
“I hate liars, I do not like it when people lie and you just did that” he said, slowly.
“I did not lie, I really lost my…”
“How dare you do it again?, do I look like Matt??” He yelled, her soul left her body at that instant!
“When I said you don’t lie, it means you can never lie to me so do not try me, princess” he smiled, rubbing her chin in a seductive way.
“Will you ever tell lies to me?” He asked, peering into her eyes.
“No” she replied, almost immediately.
“Now get into the bathroom, clean up and prepare lunch for me” He told her as he let go of her chin.
She just nodded her head without questioning him, he walked out of the cloak room and went back to his study while she spent about 15 minutes to dwell on what was not necessary.
Maliya scurried into the bathroom, looking around to be sure he didn’t install CCTV cameras in the bathroom and after that, she undressed and was shocked to see that her toothbrush, skincare products and every thing she’d need was available in the bathroom.
Moments later,
She walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and her left hand was glued to it on her chest.
She knew there’ll be something for her to wear in the cloak room.
Because, why else would he let her come here with nothing!
Nothing!
Time was running out, she was quick to change into a short gown as that might be the most modest out of everything he has made available for her.
Maliya stared at herself in front of the mirror, making sure she was okay enough to go outside.
She contemplates on whether to pack her hair up or just let it be and she ends up packing it in a bun, showing her neckline with the same natural and pretty face.
***
In the Big sitting room.
“Why is she taking so long to come out?” Grey asked, crossing his legs as he just kept his gaze glued to the stairs.
Probably waiting for her,
“Can I say something Sir?” Shea who was seated on the opposite side with piles of files by her side said.
He didn’t reply, just gestures were made.
“Do you think she’d be able to cook for you?, she is not a peasant but a daughter of an influential man and I doubt if she ever learned how to cook” she stated her opinion.
“Would she be here if her father treated her like a rich girl?” He send back the question, she just nods as it actually made a lot of sense.
“Invite Mrs. Cope back here, she’d be in charge of the household until she can fully take over, send her personal maid to live here as well!” He furthered with his orders.
“But sir, Maids are not…”
“Do not question my order, if I said yes, then it is yes!” He countered angrily before drifting back to scrolling through his phone.
It was only until moments after that Maliya began to climb down the stairs with both hands crossed over her tummy like a servant in the royal palace.
Her brown hair was neatly parked in a bun and she walked elegantly, Grey lost all of the attention to any other thing just to stare at her.
Damn!
She’s so complete, having the fats in the right place.
Who wouldn’t want a girl like her as their instant wife, a full package with a figure that looks so outstanding.
Her pretty face matches all the beautifully endowed parts of her body.
Stop drooling man!
Just stop!
“I’m here” Maliya uttered, standing few inches away from him.
He was lost into thoughts of staring at her that it took him so long to reply.
“Hm Hm!” He cleared his throat. “ To the kitchen, that’s where you’re needed”
“I really don’t know how to prepare meals, I can try but I just think I should let you know before I do it” she explained, scared that he’d insult her.
“Oh wow, A 22-year-old can’t cook?” He scoffed, standing up from the couch.
I don’t think it is a must that i know how to cook, is it?
Is it a must?
“But you surely know how to please a man?, it’s either food or s*x, you must be good at one” he muttered in a whisper, she felt cringed by his statements.
“Princess?, don’t act like a saint, you’re not In my house to show how innocent you are!”
“I don’t know about s*x!, I’ll try and prepare whatever you want!!” She half yelled on top of her voices.
“Feisty, I like it princess!” He clapped with an hysterical laughter.
“Then get inside the kitchen and prepare lunch for your husband to be!”
Husband to be?
- Writer
