Chantal's P.O.V
I am nervous and shit scared. It seems like life is playing games with me. So I decided to tag along by coming to this beast's den, speaking about his house, I mean mansion, no estate.
I honestly have no idea how somebody can stay in such a huge house without being frightened. No, not me. But it will be a lie if I say the interior is not breathtaking.
I used to believe that large homes like this could only be seen in movies. Oh boy! How did I get it wrong? I imagine myself to be in heaven.
Everything is golden, including the wall murals, art, and the large chandelier hanging over everything. Everything is set up just the way I would have liked it if this were my home.
"What is your name?"
I ask the man I am following. In reality, the eerie atmosphere of this mansion is freaking me out.
"My name is Bill, Miss Perez."
He answered in a polite tone, making me nod.
"Just call me Chantal."
"Sure Chantal, but I don't think Mr. Trevino would like that."
His words make my eyes roll.
"Who cares what he thinks."
Oh shit! I cover my mouth.
Why do I always have to open my smart mouth? Why can't I seem to control it? I am here to ask for his help and now I'm hoping I don't end up getting kicked out.
But what amuses me next is the man's laughter. I gulp, getting confused as we climb a flight of stairs.
"Um—"
"You are quite something, Chantal."
Bill turns to face me all of a sudden and I notice we are standing in a lavish area kind of a living room.
"Please have a seat, Miss Perez. I will be right back."
"Sure"
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Yeah, just a glass of water would be nice, thank you."
It is obvious that my throat is dry from tension. Bill offers a warm smile that reminds me of my father and nods. I miss Papa, I think, as I see him heading towards another set of stairs, a maid walks out probably from the kitchen with a glass of water.
"Thank you"
"You are welcome, Miss."
I smile back at her while chugging the cold liquid down my throat. I wait and wait but there is no sign of that man. Urghh, where is he?
What is taking him so long to come downstairs and have a chat with me? I am left wondering as I hear footsteps. Thinking it is him I move my face only to see Bill.
"Mr. Trevino will see you now Miss Perez."
Finally, I think before following him upstairs.
I am aware that the beast has intentionally kept me waiting for an additional twenty minutes. We are walking through a long but wide hallway.
I stare at a room passing through it. Bill halts in front of a stylish golden door making me assume that this room is probably his.
"He is waiting for you inside."
"Thank you"
Bill leaves and I take in a deep breath and exhale.
My breath briefly halts as I push open the door and enter the room. Again, much as in the movies, the room is extravagantly luxurious and impressive.
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Dirty Proposition | Book 1
ChickLit"Sit down, Miss. Perez" She gulped at his Dominant Aura but managed a faint smile. There was no replying smile in his Silver Eyes that met hers. "You are here, for?" He had ruffled hair, and his lips were slightly quirked up as she reluctantly sat d...
