The Heiress and her Hitman

Chapter3

Aurelia's pov

The door broke open as my mom barged in, looking like she just saw a ghost. This had finally gone wrong; I thought she was asleep. But nevertheless, I need to stay calm.

“What in heaven’s name?!” Helene's voice came across the room like a lion roaring at the predator in the space. “Aurelia, what is happening here?”

“Mum!” Feeling shocked, I immediately grabbed the duvet to cover myself as the driver rushed out of the room with his shirt and shoes at hand.

“I trained you better, Aurelia. How could you do this with a random driver of yours?” She hissed as she looked around.

I could tell that my mum's countenance immediately changed from someone who was grieving over her husband's death to some strict parent trying to discipline their child.

“But mum, I needed to cool my head; I had to let out some steam… I thought.”

“You thought what? “What exactly were you thinking about sleeping with anybody, and your driver for the record?” She interrupted me as she continued yelling.

At that point, the pleasure I once had looked stupid. But I can't let this little yelling cut me or make me soft.

“Mum, I understand, but please, can you let me be?” I answered as I arranged my hair and wrapped the duvet round my exposed body and entered the bathroom.

I could still hear her voice.

“Don't walk out on me, young lady; your dad just died, and all you can do is take a driver to bed on the same night!” Helene stomped out of the room feeling defeated. She couldn't shout anymore.

I slammed the door behind me.

I swear I was literally overwhelmed by everything.

I love it when I can dominate and take control of my feelings and still feel accepted. It gives me my own personality, not just shouting and trying to frame me into some perfect girl.

I yelled as I looked at my mascara-ruined face, and I remembered that experience before the call.

Hours earlier…

The news from the other side of the phone made me numb.

The phone fell out of my hands as it came crashing on the floor; it had a c***k.

I couldn't believe what just happened.

My dad is dead. My dad's freaking dead. It rang through my head countless times as I just realized I would never see him again.

I felt a warm hand wrap round my waist, guiding me to the next available sofa to sit on.

As the tears trickled down my cheeks.

The sounds and the surrounding activities all went quiet.

His words jolted me back to reality. “Excuse me, miss, what happened? I saw the way your face changed swiftly. Is everything alright?”

I turned to see his face, the way he spoke, and the way he sounded; I felt different around him. Like I wasn't in control anymore.

“My dad just had a ter...ribl...e acc...ident, and he was just confirmed dead.” I couldn't hold the tears anymore.

“I am so sorry; I don't know exactly what to say to soothe you, but I am sorry.” He called Pamela, who was engrossed in her dancing towards the sofa.

Immediately she saw me, she ran. “What happened to you? What happened? Why are you crying?” She shook me as she bent to raise my chin.

She looked at the mystery man and looked back at me questioningly.

“Dad's dead?” I muttered. I could see the shock and pain in her eyes immediately she heard that news.

She drew me into a tight hug. “I am so sorry,” she whispered.

“Mum called, so I think I will be going to the hospital now; it's fine if you want to go home." I still told her, I didn't want to be a liability to her; moreover, we just met here.

“Please, at least I can help drive you there,” she pleaded.

“Okay, then fine.” I tried getting up, and I was assisted by him.

“So it's till we meet again, right? It was a great night with you here,” he said painstakingly as he looked into my hurting eyes.

“Till then, I can't lie either; you're different.” I turned, accompanied by Pamela, as we walked out to the parking lot.

I could feel his eyes never leaving my body until I was out of sight.

I got to the hospital and bade Pamela goodbye as I saw my mom.

I tried my best to console her, even when I know that most times we aren't in the same boat. But then I was grieving too.

I looked across the living room, and I could tell she was fast asleep.

I closed my room door and fell onto the bed. I felt hollow, and I was in so much pain right now. All these things are happening, and I can tell I need to do something about it. I had to. I felt uneasy and unsatisfied as I picked up my phone.

“Hello, I need you in my room.” I took a deep breath as I realized I had just called someone I shouldn't have, but I was choking.

I ended the call.

A moment later, a knock came in, and I smirked.

“Come in”

“You sent for me, Miss."

I could see the fear in his eyes, and yes, I love that.

I went on straight up. “I want you to satisfy me," I said without a hint of fear of rejection. I know he wouldn't reject me because I am his boss and my body is tempted too.

I signaled him to the bedside, as he came willingly.

I looked at him as I removed my mini jacket and my skirt, leaving me in only my lingerie.

“Take off your clothes," I calmly commanded.

He seems shocked.

“But Miss, it's unethical to do so and unprofessional. You are my employer," he said as he couldn't face me while he spoke.

“So, as your employer, I want you to do it."

I watched him as he took off his clothes and I could see his good-looking and toned body.

“Have you had s*x before?” I asked nonchalantly but alluring.

“I … have” he stuttered

Then do what is required. He came towards me as our lips crashed into a lustful kiss.

He caressed my skin as I let out moans. He held me like he had been waiting for it all his life. He then unhooked my bra as it fell freely and he smothered them.

We went down into a love ecstasy, as we rubbed our skin together and loud moans echoed within the room.

I was about to recover from the o****m I just had as the unexpected happened.

Back to the present…

I looked at myself

All I could mutter was “pathetic.”

I immediately went under the shower as I let the cold drops of water flood my body, as though I wanted it to take away all the pains too.

I took the scrub and began scrubbing my body, even if it burns. I just wanted to remove all the club sweat, the hospital aseptic smell and the driver's touch.

My dad's gone. He is dead. It rang through my head the thought of never leaving.

I got out and cleaned myself up. The activity that just occurred lifted me up a little. I had to do something about that driver.

He saw me weak and vulnerable.

I can't just let him keep the work. I took my phone and typed: “The present driver on my site has been revoked of his duties, he is commanded to submit all files and keys to the management, while a new search for a driver commences.”

Sent

I released the last air, making me think well.

I had to apologize to my mum for seeing me in that act. It was truly embarrassing.

So I went downstairs, and I couldn't see her there, so I had to go to her study, knowing that would be the last place to find her at home.

I saw her back as she faced the wall. At her front was the family's portrait. That was I, mum and dad, looking so happy and there wasn't an issue at all.

“Mum” I called

She turned and looked at me. I couldn't see how she felt from the way she looked at me, but I could tell she was hurt.

“Am sorry for what you saw upstairs. I didn't want you to see me like that." I couldn't look at her

“Do you know that you stooped too low to do that? You've always done this, and it's not proper for you”, she said with a calm tone this time.

I felt the heat of everything that had happened in her appearance. I shouldn't add more.

“Am sorry mum, I will change, I promise." I smiled as I went in to hug her.

She hesitated, before she reciprocated.

I felt relieved.

A knock came in, and the maid signaled that a new driver was there.

I was surprised, but then my mum conceded that she hired him for me.

He came in.

I gasped as I felt cold, but the shock as I watched my mum smile.

His evergreen eyes.

His stance.

It couldn't be real, no it can't be…