THE GLASS HOUSE
1103 Words
CHAPTER FOUR
AUGUST
BE HERE BY NOON. BRING YOUR ESSENTIALS.
No congratulations, no emoji, nothing. Just straight to the point. This was very Levi. At least I was getting a thousand dollars a week. I couldn't care less about the strictness. Once I had saved enough, I would leave.
I leaned over, showing it to Ama who was stuffing her face with Cereal while glaring at me. She brought me food yesterday when I almost fainted then she stayed over.
She cleared her throat. “Let me get you straight. You're moving into a stranger's house, a man you barely know all because of money?” she asked flatly.
“Yup,” I said
“I can't talk you out of it can I?” she asked.
“Nope. A thousand dollars weekly is a lot, plus I won’t have your landlord breathing down my neck.” I responded.
“At least send me the address. And if you’re found dead in their house, I’ll hunt every one of them and kill them.”
She threatened.
“Yes ma'am. Plus they're just two.” I said shoving my favorite jeans inside my box. I took four pairs of boots, my favorite jeans, shorts, my tank tops, jock straps, skin care, laptop, and the picture of my parents and Him. Everything else could rot in my apartment for all I care. Or my landlord could throw them, I didn't care.
In the blink of an Eye, I was standing in front of the mansion. The gates opened slowly, like a portal to another world.
Levi's Slate stood at the entrance like he knew I was coming. His suit was sharp and black as always, his shoes were Givenchy, and he wore a Rolex. And I had just noticed he wore earrings. Diamonds to be precise.
He's expression didn't change as he saw me. He cleared his throat.
“You’re early again,” he said.
“It's a habit,” I responded.
He's gaze moved from my box to my fit.
I wore a backless lilac body con top, a low-waist baggy jeans, and my Prada loafers.
“After you,” he said.
I dragged my box with me, heading inside. I could feel his gaze burning my back. When I entered, my jaw almost dropped again. I doubt I'll ever get used to the beauty of this place.
“This would be your room.” I heard Levi say, causing me to turn.
He pushed the double doors open, and the room was unexplainably big. The size of my bed was ridiculous. The view from inside was amazing, the walk-in closet made my room seem like a cartoon doll house.
They should at least have cameras in this kind of house.
“No cameras?” I asked.
“Why would you ask that?” he said raising one brow.
“The last time I was in a place this nice, someone was watching me.” My gaze never left him.
“ I'm very busy and Mr Hale doesn't have the time to watch you on the cameras. What could you possibly do?” he said, straightening his suit.
“Unpack. Dinner is by seven,” he said, his tone flat.
“Dinner?” I asked.
He didn't respond, he just walked out.
Things were formal and scheduled over here.
I unpacked the little things I brought arranging them around and changing the decorations of the room.
It was too plain. By the time I had finished, it was almost seven.
I took my bath and dressed up in black leather pants, a silk backless top. I'd been saving this dress for when I go on a date. I might as well just use it now.
I sprayed my YSL perfume, recoiled my hairand went outside.
Levi stood outside my door. The moment his eyes met mine, his breath hitched.
“I guessed you don't know where the dinner table is,” he said.
“I don't know where anything is,” I responded.
“I’ll take you on a house tour tomorrow,” he said.
“Isn’t this a little too much? He said, gesturing at my outfit.
I looked at him from head to toe, before tilting my head giving him a look that screamed “Really.”
He held out his hands for me and I grabbed them.
“Such I gentle man,” I said.
The dining room looked like it was from a movie. The chandelier that hung over it glowed beautifully. The table was already filled with food, and I wondered when he had the time to do all that.
Levi sat at the other end of the long mahogany table, with a wine in front of him.
“Do you drink?” I ask, sliding into the chair to sit.
“ Yes” “You?” he asked.
“Only when it’s free,” I responded.
He didn't laugh, nor did he smile.
“You’re expected to observe discretion, “ he said, with the wine glass at the edge of his lips.
“Yeah, you've mentioned that before. I am discreet” I said taking a piece of roasted duck.
“You are a lot of things,” he said, his gaze lingering on for too long.
“Really? What I'm I then?” I asked, stuffing a huge chunk of meat in my mouth.
“Talkative, observant, hot,” he said.
The last part made me raise my head.
I leaned back into the chair while smiling. I mean I was Hot.
“Wow,” I said teasing the tip of the glass.
“The East wing is off limits.” He said sitting upright.
How Levi of him.
I scoffed. “So when do I get to see Mr Hale?”
“When he wants to be seen,” he replied.
“ At least tell me what he’s like.” I pleaded.
“He’s a man.” He said wiping his mouth.
“I’ll be in touch, Mr August. Also, breakfast is by eight.”
His tone was professional.
He pulled the chair back and his sleeve rolled up revealing tattoos.
I held myself back from peeling his sleeves off and tracing each tattoo.
“I have tattoos too you know.,” I said standing up.
I turned my back revealing my well-sculpted back with Arabic writings running down.
“Hmm,” that was the only thing he said as he walked towards the door.
“Good night Slate, I’ll be expecting you,” I said.
He spared me one glance before the door clicked shut.
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