The black Mercedes drove past the white fountain and drove further before it was packed in front of the white manor.
Jasira’s heart was pounding really hard as she got down from the car. This might be the second time she was here but she was more nervous than anything.
Sweat tickled through her back when she saw the figure standing at the threshold, she halted on her steps and breathe heavily.
The devil was waiting patiently for her with his hand tucked in the jean pant he wore.
Making sure she avoided making eye contact with him, she checked his dress out, first time she was not seeing him in a three-piece suit and all formal wear. A simple black turtle neck and a jean, his feet were covered in simple slippers, even though the dress was meant to be casual and less fearful. He made the dress look so dangerous.
The smirk that lingered on his face became more visible when she got close to him. She swallowed her lump, her heart was thudding loudly in her chest and she clasped her sweaty palm together behind her.
“Heard you said you want me in your house,” Alejandro said with a tilt smirk boring his cold eyes into her hazel eyes.
Jasira’s throat felt so dry that she had to swallow the liquid in her mouth to grease it before she answered.
“I was only bluffing, as you can see I am here.” She retorted trying to make her voice come out audible and unshaken.
“Good girl.”
Hearing him calling her that always give her goosebumps with the creepy smirk that always lingered on his face when he said that. She hated that smirk, that signature smirk that scared the bullshit out of her.
Alejandro opened the door and went in, Jasira trailed behind him with her suitcase rolling behind her, her heart thumped loudly in her chest that she can hear every thump of it in her ear.
He stopped in front of a gold door that slides open automatically.
Wow! Jasira muttered seeing the gold keys on the elevator, the devil must be badly rich than she imagined.
He punched in the fifth floor and they waited patiently for the elevator to ding which it did and he walked out not waiting for her.
Jasira snorted lowly behind him and walked briskly after him. He took a left turn and walked through the white hallway before it lead to another gold door.
Wait; why is every door made out of gold? Jasira dared not voiced that out though.
“Wait here.” He ordered coldly before he walked through the door.
The lounge room was not what you expect to see in an all-white house, it was dominated by an orange sofa that faced the TV. There was a bookshelf that was filled with different books in a corner of the room, and a big tv that had a fireplace under it.
The white marble floor shone under his feet as he lunged further into the room finding only one person.
“Mom.” He called taking a right turn that lead to the small veranda. He sighed when he saw her sitting on a chair with a book in her hand.
Lilly raised her head from the book and a warmed smile spread across her face.
“My baby.” She cooed standing up.
Alejandro groaned at the name she called him.
“How are you?” She asked pinching his nose and he gasped.
“Mom!” He yelled and Lilly giggled.
Surprisingly, his voice came out soft and calm, he was not the devil to his mother, he was just her little baby.
“Is she here?”
Alejandro raised a brow, “What? Who?” He asked stunned.
“C’mon baby, I overheard you and Maxwell talking when I wanted to visit you in your room.”
“Mom!” He gasped and she pouted.
“What did you hear?”
“Time to take my property.”
“Gosh, mom.” He slammed his hand across his face.
“C’mon, show her to me.” She whined and he rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
“Okay.” He said defeated.
“Who is she to you?” Lilly asked as they approached the door.
Alejandro rolled his eyes, he can’t tell her mother Jasira was his new sex girl which he forcefully takes, oh; he paid her money.
“Nobody important, mom.”
“But… okay.” Lilly shrugged with a teasing smile on her face.
They were silent until they got to the door, Alejandro cracked the door open and it revealed Jasira resting on the wall with hands crossed under her boobs.
She jerked up immediately when she heard movement from the door, she jerked her head toward the door, and a light gasp left her mouth when she sighted a beautiful woman behind Alejandro.
Her blue eyes hinted her who she was. But she looked younger to be his mother.
She smiled back at her when she smiled at her.
“I’m Lilly, Alejandro’s mother.”
She knew the devil’s real name, nobody or she was among the nobody that knew his name, he was referred to as the devil. The cold heart bastard but this enthusiastic woman called his name out like it was a tendril of honey.
Looking at her once again, they have the same eyes just that hers was more lively, more friendly, and have life in them unlike her son, the man with cold blue eyes. It was unfriendly, it look shallow, the life in it was lost and never coming back.
And she looked beautiful just like a delicate lily.
“I’m Jasira.” She muttered avoiding the dangerous glare Alejandro was sending her way.
“Beautiful name just like you.” She complimented her with a smile and Jasira felt her cheeks heating up.
“I won’t want to disturb you, I will leave now.”
No! She wanted to thunder but instead released a small smile. She wished she could follow her. She wished she could be anywhere except where the devil is.
Jasira let out a deep heavy breath when the door closed behind her. She was left alone with the devil once again, the man whose she didn’t know his name until two minutes ago, Alejandro, it sounds like it a taboo for her to think of his name in her mind.
Alejandro said nothing and walked away from the door to the hallway then took the right turn, his mother, the only person that didn’t know him as the devil but my baby.
He loved her so much not after everything she passed through just for him to be okay.
He came to halt immediately he took before a bronze door, he turned to Jasira who avoided his gaze immediately, the eyes she was going to stare into until she beg to be free.
“Your room.” He said simply leaving her by the door, Jasira watched as he strode away from her majestically, his shoulder flexing under the cotton turtle neck he wore. His steps were really long and with just a few steps he was standing before the door next to her.
He cracked the door open and went in without glancing at her, Jasira let out a heavy breath she didn’t know she was holding in all while, her lungs felt free, the suffocating air slowly fading away.
She exhaled once again and cracked the door open gently, she stopped mid-way, what if this room was meant for torturing her? What if this room was the room he used to keep his ex-sex slave that he killed? The thought strikes her right in her chest, shudders ran through her body as she gently closed the door back but went for the handle once again knowing Alejandro was in the next room and could come out any minute.
She stepped in with her eyes shut tightly and her heart beating like a wild drum, her hand clutched tightly to the suitcase.
She breathed,
In and out
Out and in
She slowly opened her eyes and the sight before her have her mouth agape, her eyes shot out staring at the room, her lips were ajar.
The room… the room was none of the things she expected. It was fantastic, so good, three times better than her old dirty room.
At the heart of the bedroom was a big bed with a rose gold bedsheet and comforter. Four pillows lined up at the headboard neatly.
A rose gold bench was in front of the bed with a single flower pillow on it. A dresser by the left and a big closet.
A half-wall glass window that had rose gold cotton and a white blind. It was opened illuminating the room beautifully.
It was astonishing and perfectly designed. The designer really did a good job choosing and mixing the colors together. She loved it even when she wanted to hate it.
By the time she was done arranging everything she bought along with her to fit her taste in her new bedroom, it was already late. Never in two years did she imagine herself leaving in this kind of bedroom.
She finally decide to have a shower, putting off her clothes quickly, she dashed into the bathroom with a towel that stopped on her mid-thigh.
Throughout her bathing, her mind was clouded with different thoughts. They wearied her and buried her deep down under the water. She wished to stay forever under the water but forced herself away and grabbed the towel hanging on the towel rail, wrapped it around her body, and stepped out
She was confused seeing how dark the room had become, she can’t make out anything and she was very sure she left the light on when she went to the bathroom.
“Anybody there?” She asked knowing no one was there but the wary atmosphere pricked her skin, suddenly the room was illuminated and a loud gasp left her mouth when she saw the figure sitting on her bed.