Psycho Billionaire

Chapter Four

I stared into the reflection of a completely changed woman. I used to have long black hair but now I was a brunette with light chestnut brown hair with blond highlights that touched my shoulders, with the kind of makeup that camouflaged the dark bags under my eyes. Those ragged old clothes were long gone and replaced by designer wear. I couldn"t even recognize myself anymore. I used to be a fighter.

What has Jasper done to me?

It"s been two weeks since I"d been on the run from the police for accidentally murdering my father and Jasper had taken advantage of the situation. At first, it felt like Jasper was a good man, that he was helping me by providing me a temporary home, but I"ve been dead wrong.

I realized the man had other motives. Motives that I was too damn scared to uncover.

I hadn"t seen the world outside for two f*****g weeks. My routine had only been me getting dressed to impress Jasper, having meals with him, and remaining confined within the four walls for a disturbing amount of time. I only had access to the library that was adjacent to my room. I wasn"t even allowed to watch television or use a phone. I"d kind of wondered since when had a phone become a f*****g luxury. Maybe I should have appreciated my life outside more. Maybe getting arrested was better than this.

The kind of violent behavior that Jasper had showcased suggested that I do exactly as I was being told. At least until I figured out what to do next. Until, Rose, the hairstylist who I had met last week made some progress, I"d expected her to do something that got me out of this place.

I was seated in the comfortable reclining leather chair reading another crappy book when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." I said.

Margret walked into the room, wearing that same ugly smile on her face. It annoyed the living s**t out of me and I wondered if Jasper could give me the opportunity to smack her face. Just once.

"Good Evening, Miss." Margret greeted me and continued, "Young Master wishes to see you in his room in five minutes. I think your hair needs some fixing. May I help you with it?"

My first mistake was to tell Margret off with a "no thanks, I"ll manage" and my next mistake was ignoring Margret when she repeated "five minutes" several times.

I"d never been to Jasper"s room before. The thought that he may be ready with some torture devices crossed my mind once. I knocked on the door and pushed it open to partly peek in.

I found myself staring into an enormous room, it"s walls were designed with gray wallpapers. The black curtains of the window were in contrast with the walls which overlooked the lush green garden and the fountain below. A massive king sized bed dominated the room. A gray chandelier hung from the ceiling. The entire décor was black giving the room more of a masculine look. Masculine, yet elegant and luxurious.

Jasper was seated by the french window. He didn"t seem very excited to see me. In fact, his eyes were slits of malice. He wore a business suit, his hair a shabby array as if he had just woken up from the bed. The sunlight through the windows made his eyes seem like they were a pair of blue jewels. I tried not to think of the fact that he was ridiculously gorgeous, and tried to focus on the reality that I was kept here against my will.

"Good Evening, Jasper." I said. "Margret told me that you wanted to see me."

"Good Evening, Kiara." He said and indicated towards the chair right across him. "Please have a seat."

His blue eyes never left mine as I settled in the plush chair. "Do you realize that you are five minutes late?"

"I was just getting ready." I said. "I"m sorry, Jasper."

"I don"t like this, Kiara." Jasper said, burning me with his hard stare. "I have a board meeting in twenty minutes and I hate to keep my clients waiting. I"m going to arrive late at my office because you were too busy getting your hair right."

I was avoiding his stare at all costs, looking down.

His tone got a bit more louder as he said. "There are certain rules that you are expected to follow in this house, and all you"ve been doing is break those rules. I still have this scar..." he pointed to his nose. "From when you punched me. This is the last time I"m warning you. There wouldn"t be a second time. Are we crystal clear?"

"Yes." I nodded.

What is this some kind of a twisted military school?

"Good." He took a sip of his tea and handed me a manila file. "The main reason I told Margret to summon you here was to hand you the list of rules that you are supposed to follow. I realized that since it"s just been over two weeks, that you would need clear instructions on what type of behavior is acceptable and what isn"t. Are we on the same page?"

"Of course."

"You may read this at your leisure and in case you aren"t sure about something, you can ask Margret or anyone else in the household. Any other questions?"

"Yes. I want to know if I can go outside in your garden for a stroll in the evening, because I would really like to use some fresh air. If it"s okay with you that is." I quickly added.

Jasper smiled, his smile not giving away anything and I hated that about him. How he was sly enough to not let anyone see what was going in his head. "Yes, sure. I don"t see why you can"t take a stroll in the garden."

Really? So fast?

"Thank you, Jasper." I said. I hadn"t expected him to agree, but it was worth a shot.

"You"re welcome, darling." Still smiling, he said. "Anything else for my princess?"

For a second my heart began beating faster. Was it possible that if I followed his rules he would let me go?

"That would be fine. Thank you." I said.

"Off you go, and just a little reminder before you go for your stroll that you wouldn"t find any available escape routes within the property, even if you try to find a way out of the woods, you can"t get out unless of course you dig up a tunnel." Jasper barked out a laughter.

I bit my lip. Any hope that I had of finding a way out of the property were crushed by his brutal honesty.

"I wasn"t thinking of escaping." I lied.

"You are a bad liar, Kiara. A bad little lying kitten." Jasper smirked. "Staying here with me will be in your best interest, you definitely don"t want the police to find out that you"re hiding here, isn"t that right?"

The blackmailing again.

"I can"t go to prison! My father deserved what was coming for him. And I didn"t kill him. It was accidental."

"Maybe it was accidental, and maybe it wasn"t. We both know that a murder is a murder. You hit him with a vase several times which could be proved as intentional killing in court, although, I do have the best lawyers who can help us. You will be a free woman. And if you behave nicely, you can even continue with your studying."

I gritted my teeth and refrained from punching his handsome face. "At what price?"

"You"re one smart cookie, Kiara." Jasper grinned.

*****

I almost slammed the door of my room and threw the file on the bed. That asshole knew that if I got out of this loony mansion, I"d be homeless, deprived of a shelter, money, food and well, I could kiss my degree goodbye, either the police were getting to me first, or Jasper was serving me on a silver, scratch that, on a golden platter with some false accusations to prove me guilty of the murder. And now, he was offering me freedom. At what cost?

I clenched the covers in my fists as tears began clouding my vision. There was no point in sitting around and moping about the past or what the future held. My only motive now was to somehow stay on Jasper"s good side, and maybe if I followed his stupid rules, he would let me go. I reached for the file. There were two pages of rules and duties written in bold.

The heading read: Rules & Duties For Miss. Kiara Reeves.

My heart was beating out of my chest. I knew there was going to be some twisted catch in there somewhere. I took a deep breath and started reading it.