Lynn love

Chapter 6

It was a beautiful summer morning, the kind that should have brought peace—but for me , it brought no rest. After being abruptly given the secretary position the day before, I hadn't slept a single hour. The memory of Alexander's voice, cold and commanding as he laid out my responsibilities, echoed relentlessly in my mind. I felt unprepared, overwhelmed, and strangely watched—as if accepting the position had opened a door I could no longer close. By dawn, my nerves were frayed. I got out of bed and began cleaning, hoping the simple rhythm might distract me from the uneasy knot growing in my chest. It didn't work. Then came the doorbell—sharp, insistent, and entirely out of place in the early morning stillness. I paused mid-step, heart skipping. Who could that be this early? I thought, cautiously making my way to the door. But before my hand could reach the knob, a voice met me. "There's no need for that," said Alexander. He emerged from the hallway, his presence as commanding as ever. Dressed in black from his fitted T-shirt to his jeans, he looked as though the night itself had formed him. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—cool and dark—carried something heavy beneath them. He moved past me and opened the door himself. Outside, the light of morning was just beginning to break across the horizon, casting long shadows across the porch. And there they stood—twins, tall and still, but not identical. Their skin was unnaturally pale, almost translucent, and their eyes gleamed like glass catching the first light. Though they wore calm expressions, something about them was off—too polished, too composed, too... unnatural. They looked like they'd been carved from moonlight. Or death. "Quickly," said one of them in a low, urgent voice. "The sun is almost out. Let us in." Without waiting for my response not that it was needed ,Alexander stepped aside to allow them entrance. And as the twins crossed the threshold, the sunlight caught the edge of their figures and seemed to burn ever so slightly against their skin. I stood motionless, the air suddenly cold around me despite the season. Whatever this new job was—whatever this house, this man, these visitors were—I now understood: I had stepped into something far beyond my comprehension. And there would be no turning back. Ben, is that a human girl?" The question slipped from his lips like a blade—soft, but sharp. Alex didn't turn. His voice remained cool, unbothered. "Yes. Come in. Just suppress your aura—don't draw her in unnecessarily." Ben nodded and closed his eyes. The spectral glow around his irises dimmed as the shifting, colorful marks—like living ink—faded into his skin. The room felt less heavy, but no less strange. Then came the voice. Clear, feminine, and laced with practiced authority. "Alex." It came from deeper within the house, followed by the deliberate click of heels on marble tile. A woman emerged from the shadowed hallway—elegant, intimidating, and entirely composed. She looked like she had walked out of a fashion editorial with blood in its pages. Her ensemble was minimalist, but it commanded attention: a crisp, oversized white men's dress shirt tucked into a tailored black mini skirt. A slender black bow was tied neatly at her collar, the ends razor-straight. Her long legs moved with purpose, and the scent of something cold—like powdered snow and steel—seemed to follow her. Her hair, a pale golden blonde, was swept into a precise low bun. Not a single strand dared fall out of place. But it was her eyes—icy blue, unblinking—that truly held power. They scanned the room with silent judgment, sharp enough to slice through glass. Then she saw Alex. For a moment, her expression remained unreadable—cool, detached. But when her gaze flicked to the young woman standing beside him, her entire posture shifted. Gone was the practiced neutrality. Her eyes widened slightly, her lips tensed. There was a flicker of something—surprise, maybe... or recognition. Her eyes snapped back to Alex. "Who is she?" Alex, unfazed, turned to face the room fully. "She is my new secretary." The woman's brows lifted just slightly—too polished to show outright disapproval, but the edge of it was there, lingering behind her gaze like thunder waiting in distant clouds. "A secretary," she echoed. Her voice was smooth, but her tone had cooled. The silence that followed was not empty. It pressed against the walls, filled the space with invisible tension. Lynn, the I in question, shifted slightly, suddenly aware of just how unnatural this place felt—of how every face in this house carried a secret. The air shifted the moment she entered. There was no knock. No warning. Just an overwhelming presence that seemed to drain the light from the room. A woman stepped inside like she owned the place. Her heels struck the floor with an unsettling rhythm—each click a countdown. Her figure was lean and sculpted in all the ways that commanded attention. Her coat clung to her like a second skin, black and sleek, and her dark lipstick made her smile seem more like a threat than a greeting. "Alex," she purred, voice dripping with false sweetness. Before he could react, she closed the distance in three confident strides. Her arms slipped around him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and without hesitation—she kissed him. It wasn't soft. It wasn't affection. It was claim. My breath caught in my throat. The air turned cold. I stood rooted to the spot not knowing if could leave without being ordered , my heart thudding loudly in my ears as I watched this stranger melt into him like they shared something old and dark. Ben remained completely still with Jack his brother nearby, his eyes lowered. He said nothing. He didn't need to. Alex didn't kiss her back. He stood rigid, his jaw clenched, hands unmoved at his sides. The tension in his frame was impossible to miss. When Jenna finally pulled away, her lipstick smeared against his skin, she smiled like a cat with blood on its tongue. "I missed you," she whispered. Alex stared at her, voice low and tight with contempt. "That was unnecessary, Jenna." Her head tilted slightly, a mock pout forming. "I didn't get a proper goodbye. And I thought I'd meet your new secretary..." Her eyes slid back at me .This time, the look was longer. Sharper. As though she were trying to see through me . I didn't blink—but i felt the chill settle in my bones. Then Alex spoke again—his tone firmer this time. "Leave the room." Lynn blinked. "W-what?" His eyes met mine , "Now." I hesitated only a moment before turning and walking out, my pulse pounding. As I reached the hall, the door creaked shut behind me —on its own. And from the other side, the silence was deafening. Whatever conversation followed was not meant for my ears. And happy I was not around those monsters anymore