Chap # 2 Finally
Ace Turner's POV
I couldn't believe it, this little girl seated beside me had an aura that was difficult to resist. And as she spoke, I found myself feeling oddly drawn to her - a fresh change from the typical clingy bats of my past. When I offered her the deal, she appeared excited, which pleased me. It felt nice to be getting along so well, and the prospect of our agreement no longer seemed so dreadful. With our budding friendship, it even had the potential to be enjoyable. Maybe this wouldn't be so awful after all.
I could certainly keep myself busy and focus on my work, providing my bride with what she craved while I went back to my own domain. My family company was booming, and making profits in the millions was my primary focus. But, to be fair, that was the least of my troubles at the moment. The only real difficulty was somewhat my personal issues.
"Here we are Mr. Turner." the driver announced, pulling me out of my brooding. We stood outside my mansion, not too large in size but capable of maintaining a comfortable distance between my wife and myself.
I stepped out of the car and waited at the pathway that would lead me toward the front door, watching as she awkwardly wobbled forward in her white dress, barely capable of maintaining balance. Why did she choose to don such a cumbersome outfit if she cannot even walk properly in it? I noticed a photographer hovering nearby, obviously expecting me to uphold this tradition. With a groan, I lowered myself and lifted up this annoyance.
"Do you even eat?" I blurted out, causing her to blush while my gaze shifted to the camera. I tried to hide my annoyance and instead focused on this seemingly-fake wedding, waiting for it to be over. I found myself almost inclined to drop her when we reached the mansion's entrance, but I held back and faked the impression of dropping her, feeling slightly amused by her subsequent squeal as I managed to keep my composure.
"Funny that you say I don't weigh much, I can take that as a compliment." she responded in a huff with a hint of sarcasm, marching away like a duck once more. "I wish I could say that you are strong enough to carry my light weight," she continued defiantly, clearly unhappy by my comment. I believed that would be sufficient to prevent her from bothering me any further, with the maids having been assigned to oversee her and provide her with sustenance. I then retreated to my study space to focus on my work, finally at peace as I desired.
Anna William's POV
"Who does he think he is?" she questioned to herself, outraged at this man's ability to appear good to others yet unleash his true nature in the blink of an eye. Why did she care? All she wanted was to explore the world, have fun, and potentially secure a job with a little extra income for her enjoyment. Money may or may not be an issue, but her father commonly gave her extravagant gifts she didn't even have an interest in. She wasn't too materialistic, but she was beginning to crave a few material possessions to keep for herself.
Considering my financial status and surplus of wealth, using his card would be unproblematic for both me and him. This fellow had tons of cash, and I could use it for my own benefit, then work toward securing a reliable job if necessary. As I followed the maid along the hallway, passing by various artwork of various artistic quality, we eventually arrived at the entrance to a rather unassuming door. With the help of her key, the door unlocked and swung opened, allowing myself to enter the room. I observed my surroundings with a mild level of intrigue.
"If you require assistance with changing your attire, you may freely ask me for this." the elderly maid commented before swiftly departing, her kind smile a reassuring contrast to the color scheme of my room. I glanced around, observing the extremely dark, blackish and greyish shades decorating the walls, furniture, and floor.
"What the hell?" I muttered in disbelief, as I had desired a lighter shade of color such as peach or another calming palette. Instead, the atmosphere of my room resembled a prison cell, which caused me to feel an overwhelming sense of dread.
I could already picture myself speaking with my lovely spouse about a fresh coat of paint to brighten my room, feeling confident that my significant other wouldn't be angry. As these thoughts crossed my mind, I also imagined myself speaking about my desire for a colorful room, informing him that this is my residence and I may choose what I wish to do with the interior design. Maybe a letter would suffice.
After I had cleaned myself and changed into my outfit, I eagerly left my dark, prison-like room to explore the halls of this seemingly mystical mansion. In awe of the unique nature of each room, I found myself growing angry at the number of locked entrances. Inserting my curiosity in the absence of sound, I began to ponder whether this house could be haunted. My thoughts were interrupted as I spotted a staircase leading me to the upper story, the sight of which filled me with excitement as I quickly ascended the steps with a wide smile on my face.
My curiosity grew as I explored the manor, yet annoyance plagued me as I continued to witness the excessive number of locked rooms throughout the house that obstructed my wandering. Upon finding a theater, a bar, and a swimming pool, I contemplated the potential for utilizing these amenities for later enjoyment. However, I had an idea to first explore the eastern portion of the estate as I felt bored without my significant other's presence. I decided to wander upstairs and then proceed to explore the lower areas to better understand the layout of the mansion.
My wandering led me to encounter a maid who had asked me whether I was lost or needed assistance. Hearing her voice, which possessed a gentle quality, I immediately questioned if this woman was underage and, by chance, working at this mansion despite her supposed youth.
"Why are you here?" I asked, feeling perplexed at her presence among the other staff members in this house. She appeared to be quite young, leading me to wonder if she attended school or had a job. "Are you working here?" I blurted out, attempting to gain some answers from the seemingly young maid.
"I am not supposed to answer anything personal," I attempted to probe the maid for information regarding her presence, however, she refused to reveal any personal details, leaving me exasperated. I then descended to the eastern section on the ground floor of the residence, unpleased at the sight of more locked rooms. However, my mood soon improved when I came across a specific door that differed significantly from the others in its style, and thankfully, wasn't locked. I cautiously stepped in, whispering out my joy.
"Finally" My spirits were uplifted as I walked through this doorway. Unfortunately, my mood dropped when I saw what was actually hidden behind the door, causing me to exclaim a startled gasp, as a result, attract the attention of the individual previously out of my sight.
I reacted by slamming the door shut in an attempt to erase the image of his bare buttocks from my memory. "Stop, stop, stop it Anna," I said to myself in an attempt to block the thought from my mind. Despite my best efforts, memories of his perfectly rounded rear remained engraved in my consciousness, causing me to feel embarrassed. As a result, I swiftly departed the area, attempting to prevent myself from witnessing anything further. Upon reaching my bedroom, I locked the door behind me and found my efforts to erase that image from my mind to be fruitless, as the image persisted in my thoughts.
I stared outside through the window and saw a garden connected to a forest, considering the potential for enjoyment but hesitant to leave this room in the event that my husband remembered my previous mistake. While I was occupied with my thoughts, I noticed a knock at my door, which quickly shifted my attention away from the window and the outdoors. The sudden surprise of this occurrence caused me to take a deep breath, pondering whether it would be best to communicate through my door or ignore the knocking altogether. After a brief moment of consideration, I chose to answer the door and see what my visitor was attempting to accomplish.
"Yes?" I yelled.
"Sir said to come downstairs and dinner is ready," the maid spoke. It appeared that time escaped my notice due to my distraction with the exterior world, and now the light of day had transformed into the darkness of a night sky. I realized that dinner had been prepared and I had to prepare myself to interact with my husband about our awkward situation. I inhaled deeply as I considered a potential means for escape in this scenario but could not find a suitable option. It was clear that my spouse desired to speak about this occurrence, which I was not ready to discuss with him.
What should I do now?
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As you all know this story was uploaded before yet it wasn't edited enough thought this time I have looked through it a lot and made sure it was accurate according to you readers thought if you find mistakes do point them out.
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