*CHICAGO'S POV*
I wake up the next day with a slight headache. My curtains are already drawn and the bright harsh light burns my eyes.
Uugh.
...and one will ask why I hate mornings.
I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. I debate on whether to wash my hair or not.
I decide to wash it.
Once I am done I head to the walk in closet where I find my clothes unpacked and neatly arranged in the wardrobes.
I put on my favourite yellow sundress with sandals and head down stairs.
The smell of coffee hits me when I reach the bottom of the staircase.
Yuck !
I hate coffee.
I follow the smell and find myself in the kitchen. Wes is seated in one of the high chairs. He is already dressed in a black suit.
I notice him scanning me as I enter the kitchen from my still wet hair to my yellow dress to my sandals.
Once he's done he gets back to his breakfast consisting of coffee, toast and bacon.
Yuck !
I hate bacon.
"Morning," I say to Wes while I sit across from him.
He snobs me and proceeds on eating. I roll my eyes and pretend that I didn't see that.
What's his problem ?
Ellen who is at the stove turns to me and puts a plate of bacon in front of me.
"Uh... I don't eat bacon... I'm a vegetarian." I tell her politely.
Both her and Wes turn to face me as if I was speaking in Greek.
"Sorry honey I didn't know." She apologizes as she picks up the plate from the counter and starts mixing pancake batter for me.
I ignore the cup of coffee put out for me and take an apple from the fruit basket on the counter.
When Wes stares at me questioningly, I simply tell him ; "I'm not a fun of coffee."
Ellen places the plate of pancakes in front of me and leaves the kitchen. I can feel Wes' gaze on my face. I know he's staring at me but I ignore.
Ten minutes later I hear him clear his throat. I look up and he's staring.
"You'll be writing my autobiography. Something different from all the articles written about me.
There will be no days off.bYour contract expires when your done with my book.
No one is to know about this agreement not even your family. That's why you are staying here. You signed the contract... if you break it there will be consequences. No guests are allowed. I'm paying you more than enough so get the job done as fast as possible." With those words he stands up and leave.
Someone woke up on the wrong foot this morning.
***
After breakfast I head for my room.
I wanted to call my mom but decide on calling Chrissy instead. After four rings without her picking up I gave up and called Logan.
He picks up on the first ring. "Ditch class... we're going for a drive."
Logan knows I'm staying at Wes' mansion because he was with me when I signed the contract and he got to read the few terms and conditions on it.
He agreed to come to pick me up because Wes's mansion is located a good two hours from the city.
Like who lives a whole two hours from the city ...?
Wes that's who.
I know he owns a penthouse. The one he took me to the first night we met, so I don't get why he owns this mansion. Because by the looks of everything, I know he hardly lives here.
***
After waiting for almost three hours, logan calls to tell me he's outside the gate. I pick up my black backpack slide it on one of my shoulder and head out.
We start our drive by going around town and talking about random staff.He tells me about school and I tell him about work, but I'm careful enough not to reveal anything about the contract.
By the time the clock strikes one I am starving. Logan tells me he has peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in his bag so we decide to have a picnic at the Central park rather than eat inside the car.
"So when are you going to tell me what the job entails ?"
Logan asks before taking a bite of the last sandwich.
He has been asking that same question from the moment I stepped into his car.
"I can't Logan... I signed the damn non-disclosure contract. Telling you will be breaking my end of the deal."
I watch him frown at my words.
I feel like a terrible person right now but I need to keep my end of the contract.
"I'm really disappointed on you Chi... I thought we were friends and told each other everything... but I guess I was wrong."
Come on !
The guilty card !
***
The drive back to the mansion is quiet.
logan and I don't talk at all. We stop at a convenient store and he buys me a box of kit kats and mint chocolate.
"For your secret stash." He says as he hands me the boxes smiling.
Even though he's angry he still cares.
Ladies and gentlemen, that's why Logan is my best friend.
***
When we arrive a the mansion Logan kisses my forehead goodbye and leaves.
I find Ellen seated on the kitchen counter having her dinner.
She offers me some but I decline. I still feel full from the sandwiches I had earlier.
As I head for the staircase Ellen's voice stops me.
"Mr Hughes wanted to see you before you headed for bed."
What does he want now !
I shout an okay and head directly for Wes' room. I knock on his door but there's no answer. After ten minutes of impatiently waiting I decide to walk in.
This is a bad idea.
I hesitantly twist the door knob and walk in.
Wow !
His room is much larger than mine. I guess his is the master bedroom.
A large king size bed with white sheets and black comforter is situated at the centre of the room.
Just like his office, his bedroom is also decorated in the same black and grey colors.
Same interior designer I guess.
I notice the expensive looking paintings hanging on the wall but one catches my eye.
It's a painting of two children, a boy and a girl. They look to be the same age.
Twins maybe.
I mean they do have the same hair and eye color, dirty blonde and grey respectively.
I squint my eyes and that's when I notice the boy is Wes but who's the gi-
"Why are you in my room !"
Wes's deep voice brings me back to reality. I turn to see him standing outside his bathroom door in nothing but a white towel wrapped round his torso.
His hair is still wet and it's still dripping water to the tiled floor.
I could feel my cheeks turning a faint pink. I quickly turn so my back is to him.
"Uh... umm... Ellen said you... wanted to see me." I stutter.
He's quiet for a while.
"Oh..." he says and I quickly turn realizing that he's standing behind me, still in his towel.
Oh lord !
He walks towards me and I recede from him till I hit the wall.
He should seriously stop doing this.
I avert my eyes from his. He's standing close to me. Way too close for my liking.
"Ms Brook." He whispers my name slightly against my temple.
I knew it was a bad idea coming here.
I turn my head to face him and he's smiling at me. His grey eyes pierce into mine.
He then shifts his gaze from my eyes to my lips.
I close my eyes knowing exactly what he was going to do next.
His chuckle makes me open my eyes abruptly and he's backed away leaving a safe distance between us.
"Ms Brooks... what did you think was going to happen ?! You thought I was going to kiss you ?" He mocks while laughing and that makes me feel stupid.
I can't believe I thought he was going to kiss me.
What's up with me !
"Wes... why did you want to see me...?" I ask, too embarrassed to look him straight in the eyes.
He turns and walks into his walk in closet without saying a word. When he comes out he's in white sweatpants and a black tanktop and he's holding a brand new maroon laptop and an iPhone still in it's box.
"Here..." He hands them to me.
How did he know I love maroon ?
Or was it just a coincidence ?
"I noticed you didn't have a laptop with you to use in writing...band your phone is an older model." He says with a proud smile.
"Thank you." I mutter more to myself than him.
As I turn to leave he stops me by calling my name.I turn to face him and he's grinning.
"About earlier... I wasn't going to... you know... kiss you..."
Here it goes again.
"... your not my type." He smirks.
Ouch !
He just had to kill the living flame inside me.
The words hit me like a blow to the face and I practically run from his room.
When I reach my room I lock the door and fall on the bed.
I don't care about his stupid and dumb remarks.
Or do I ?
No I don't !
I know his type are blonde Victoria Secret supermodels but I can't help but feel bad.
Maybe it's because deep down I wanted to be his type.
Maybe.
I remove the phone from it's box. It's also in maroon but a lighter shade.
How the hell does he know I love maroon ?
When I finally put on the phone I see one number saved on my contact list.
Wes.
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