Hello Mr. Arrogant

Chapter 7

[Semi-edited]

Chapter 7: {Got Any Video Games?}

Lydia's P.O.V

He finally agreed on playing music after my never-ending begging and whining.

He opened the car door for me, basically shoving the cute boy from earlier away, then walked over to his side. 

The valet who helped me out of the car, had his shoulders slumped over and a frown to his lips. His hair covered his miserable puppy dog eyes. I tried to apologize for my boss's behavior as we got ready to go.

Immediately when he turned the car on I jumped. Music blasted out from the speakers and I froze at the heavy rock that drowned any other sound. 

"Is this what you listen to?" I yelled trying to talk to him. He chuckled but didn't look over at me as he pulled into the busy street.

"You didn't say what kind of music," he remarked as he turned down the sound, so I could finally hear myself think.

"I didn't know I had to be so specific," I retorted back crossing my arms over my chest.

After awhile the hardcore racket became more of an emotional turmoil. The singer seemed to be releasing inner pain into his artwork. The loud drums, the screaming singers, it all made sense by the time the song was over.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking over at me. My eyes had started to blur and my nose felt stiff. I only nodded gazing away at the cars that past by. The feeling of his eyes on me was calming and nerve-racking both at the same time. 

I've never seen this side of him, even though I've only known him for a week. He's never begged for anything, never pushed someone out of the way just so he could open a door, I've never heard him sound so worried, until now.

"The real question is, Mr. Hadley, are you okay?" I asked turning my head so I could see him. The muscles in his arms flexed and his jaw tightened. "I mean," I said waving my hand dismissively. "You're acting weird all of a sudden. You just asked me if I'm okay, but at work, you seem like you don't really care if I'm alright."

"Don't be foolish, Lydia," he answered in a calm monotone. "I care about all my employees. Just because I don't ask all the time does not mean I'm not concerned." He seemed to relax more as I dismissed my original question.

"You're right, I'm sorry for assuming," I mumbled looking at nowhere. My eyes traveled up and down the car landing, to the bright light from the console, and then the nice black leather of the seats and the dark wood paneling.  

Soon the skyscrapers from the city became fields. The cars became less and less frequent. The road got smaller and smaller, but the houses got bigger and more elaborate, and soon we were at one of the biggest I've seen so far.

The house--more like mansion--had at least four stories to it. It completely blocked out the sun from the front, which probably would make a great view from the back. Trees surrounded the property outlining where the last one ended and this one began.

A vast gate blocked the driveway as Mr. Hadley pulled up to it. He rolled down his window, looked over at the guard standing beside him, and then the gate magically opened. More trees lined the driveway up to the house. Men and women all seemed to be working in the yard, some mowing while others pulled weeds or tended to the plants. 

I was too busy staring at the majestic- Everything!- that I hadn't realized he'd stopped and had already opened my door.

"Come," He said in a more husky tone than earlier. I took his broad hand and carefully stepped out. The place looked brighter than it did in the tinted car. It felt warm and peaceful stepping up to the grand front door.

Mr. Hadley opened the door and sighed in relief as we both stepped in. The place was huge. An extensive grand staircase, a large open foyer, to the right was a sleek modern kitchen. 

I gasped, my mouth uncontrollably opened in awe as I took in my surroundings. And then I look to my left. Taking off his suit jacket was the infamous Mr. Ashton Hadley, one of the owners of Hadley Enterprises, and I was in his home.

This couldn't be happening! I was in his house, alone with him? I could honestly lose my job right now if I make one wrong move. Game over for me. 

"This is someplace you got," I said being very careful of what came out of my mouth. 

"Yeah." He looked over at me with a smirk on his beautiful face and I almost melt into a puddle. He led me over to the right to the kitchen and made me sit on one of the bar stools.

"Do you want anything? Water, soda, I think I have liquor somewhere," he asked still holding my hand. I pull away placing my hands in my lap.

"Waters fine," I replied wishing I hadn't made this so awkward. I mean, he asked me if I wanted to come with him. He was just being friendly, right? Lydia, stop overthinking things!

"So Mr. Hadley?" I said trying to start up a conversation.

"Call me Ashton when we're alone."

"Alright, Ashton. Why'd you invite me?" I was honestly curious. It seemed so sudden and truthfully I didn't know what to think. He could be a serial killer who brings women to his home to murder them, or he could be trying to be friendly with me. My other side kicked in at that moment. 

"Jenn won't be home for a while." The mention of his wife reminded me of the first time I met Ashton. The way he kissed her in front of me showing that that was his girl. "I thought maybe you could help cure my boredom."

I took a sip from the glass Ashton set in front of me. The cool liquid went down my dry throat leaving a pleasurable, refreshing feeling. "You asked me to come with you so you wouldn't be lonely?" I asked a bit confused.

"Yes," He said in a serious monotone voice like he was thinking about something or focusing really hard.

"Got any video games?" I jumped up from my chair hoping he would say yes. To say I was good at them would be an understatement. When I was living with my parents, and I wasn't off rebelling against their money, I would play Call of Duty or GTA in my bedroom instead of spending time with my fake friends. 

He nodded and I ran to the foyer. Wait, I don't know where his games would be, especially since his house is like a labyrinth. I came to a screeching halt just as I was about to run down a hallway. 

"Where's your gaming room. And don't say you don't have one because there is no way, with a mansion like this, that you don't have a gaming room." I turned around to face him and accidentally bumped right into his chest. I made an 'oof 'sound as my chest collided with his. "I am so sorry," I said backing away slowly. "I didn't mean to run into you."

He chuckled. "You think I care if you run into me?"

"I-I...um," I couldn't seem to form any words. This man is so confusing sometimes. He could be cold or annoyed at one point and the next he could be chuckling and smirking. 

"Come, Lydia," He said taking my hand in his and taking me up the grand stairs and down a large hallway. The walls were painted in a dark grey color to match the modern white and black theme of the other rooms. 

Then there was a door. A single door at the end of the room that was bigger than all the rest. He opened it and in that room was a large king-sized bed and a ninety-inch screen TV directly in front of that bed with a black leather couch in front of that TV. Along the walls were shelves upon shelves of games and movies. Below the TV was another shelf, but this shelf held almost every game console known to mankind.