Cilla’s POV
When Elizabeth Jamison returned to her house that day, everything was spotless. I watched her as she walked through the door, looking around the room in what seemed like surprise. I was seated on the couch, which was also something she did not expect. Her little brat was also on the couch fixated on the television. When she heard the door open, she leapt up and went to hug her mother.
“What is going on?” Mrs. Jamison asked me.
“What do you mean?” I asked innocently. Standing up, I faced her. “I have done my job and now that you’re back, I think it’s time for me to leave.”
She shook her head. “Wait up, why where you sitting on the couch like you own the house?”
“Where did you want me to sit after I finished my work? I may be a slave but I’m human as well. You can’t expect me to stand all day.”
“Never sit there again,” Mrs. Jamison stated.
“Mommy,” the little girl began and I rolled my eyes. This was it. Glancing at Mrs. Jamison, I started to feel a bit nervous. This woman may not be able to sell me, but she could kill me. I waited for the girl to speak so I could defend myself.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“This woman made me do things for myself,” the girl said. “She did not listen to me when I told her to get me anything. I’m very tired from walking around all day.”
I watched Mrs. Jamison and saw her face turn red with anger. “Cilla, why did you make my daughter move around so much? She is not a slave like you, do you hear that?”
She said her last words in a tone so high that I was sure everyone in and out of the building had heard.
“I’m sorry madam but I did not make your daughter work like a slave. I just let her do a few things by herself because it’s not good for her to sit in front of the TV all day.”
“What? So now you know what is good and bad for my daughter and I don’t?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. I only made her do a few things, like get her own water from the kitchen, pick up her trash, take back her plate. Nothing stressful.”
“You’re not going to treat my kid like those Frey twins. I don’t care what their parents let you do to them. I will surely not be letting you do that to Erica.”
Suddenly, the door opened and Ridian walked in. My heart practically leapt as I saw his tall, muscular frame walk in. He looked like a Greek god, perfect in all ways. I was worried at first but when I saw him smiling after glancing at his tomato faced mother, I relaxed.
“It’s good that you’re here, son.” his mother told him. “This slave girl clearly doesn’t know her position in this pack.”
Ridian raised a brow. He didn’t look much interested in solving whatever was going on. He looked mildly curious. “Really?”
“Yes, you idiot.” The mother said. “She made Erica do a lot of work.”
“No, I only made her do simple things like getting her own drinking water from the kitchen, returning the plate she ate on among other things that were within her capabilities. I cooked and cleaned up this place all by myself. I’m sorry Mrs. Jamison and alpha Ridian if I did anything wrong.”
They just stared at me.
“It won’t happen again,” I lied.
Erica laughed. “I told you that you would be humbled.”
Ridian sighed. “I had a really tough day, mother. I don’t think this is serious for me to pitch in. have a good evening.” He said and went out.
“Get out,” Mrs. Jamison said to me. I winked at Erica before leaving the room. As I was getting out, I saw Ridian entering the elevator. When he was inside, our eyes met just as the elevator doors closed. I was pretty sure we both felt the connection between us but for some reason he did not want to give in. Was I that ugly that he did not wish to be associate with me in anyway?
I started walking down the stairs slowly. When I reached the bottom, I saw that the elevator had stopped and it was open. I nearly lost my step when I saw Ridian standing there and watching me.
“Enter,” he said.
After a little hesitation, I entered and stood far as possible from him. I could feel the air getting heavy already. The temperature in the elevator had risen to the highest levels. Luckily, we got to our destination almost immediately. I found myself on the alpha’s floor and watched as he opened the door. My heart was beating like crazy, as if it would jump out of my chest any moment.
The room looked as exquisite as always. White curtains mildly obscured the floor to ceiling windows of the living room. He went and drew them sending in more light into the clean and fresh smelling room. I stood near the door waiting for instructions.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked. “Sit. You’ve been here before so don’t act like a stranger.”
It was true. I had been there before but for totally different reasons. I didn’t even know what he wanted me for. Sitting down, I stared at my nails as he moved around. I heard the door to his bedroom open and looked around. I got a glimpse of his back before he went in and closed the door.
Within a minute, I could hear the shower running. The images of a naked Ridian flashed through my mind and made my body come alive instantly. Had he not been the alpha, I would have stripped and join him. For a moment, I was even tempted to do it. Thinking again, I decided that would be a really bad idea. He would probably think I had no respect for him.
Standing up, I went and stood by the window. The view was breathtaking. I could see a vast forest land and a lake in a distance. I was tempted to open the balcony door and walk outside so I could see more of the area around the pack house. Knowing the surroundings would really help me in case I decided to escape. There was a building a distance away. I wondered if that belonged to another pack or ours. Ours. Our pack. What the hell was I thinking? I did not belong anywhere. I was just a slave who could belonged everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
“Looking for an escape route?”
I froze.
“Not really,” I said, not sure whether I should turn back or not. Lavender soap smell had filled the air and I was not sure if the alpha was dressed or not.
I started hearing soft footsteps and remained where I was, my heart thumping fast.
Within a few seconds, I could feel alpha Ridian standing behind my back. I swallowed and waited for whatever was to come.
“Cilla,” he said.
He was so close that I could literally feel the heat from his body.
And then I felt his arms around my waist.