the mansion

Chapter 2

I didn't get an answer and I could feel his arms moving gently on my shoulders.

I'm a statue. It was stiff as if something was blocking my nose and I couldn't breathe.

I watched his long and warm ballads sink into my arms. Even if I want to hug it, my body doesn't cooperate.

He slowly moved my body closer to him so now I'm trapped in his body.

"You're now officially mine Natasha Huston." Even as he uttered it, I could feel his chest moving in unison. No one stopped. No one intervened for him to stop his breathing which he was currently making me feel now.

"I'm taking yours as a responsibility. You're now under with me. You're not allowed to disobey me because your custody is already transmitted on me."

Restless. I've been closing my eyes for a while but I can't sleep. Will sit, lie down again. Staring at the ceiling, curled up on the pillow.

“The hassle!” I got up from lying down again. What time is it? Why don't I get sleepy?

What happened earlier in the study room is intriguing. After he told me the news that he was really my guardian, I don't know how I got here in my room.

He made my brain drunk. I am not your judge. My brain was numb and floating as I walked through my room earlier.

And until now, I haven't finished moving on! I didn't even prank him and now he's holding me? And what I wonder is how he ended up getting my custody? Mom is still alive, why did that happen?

I need sympathy! I need Venus!

I turned my eyes to the door. The door knob rang so I knew someone was turning it. I didn't lock it earlier.

The door opened a little and the man peeked in.

"Do you need anything?" I only saw his forehead and eyes, but he went inside when he saw that I was probably still awake.

I was so surprised when that person was Gov.

"What do you need?"

"Why are you still awake? It's half past two in the morning." He remained standing at the door but he closed it.

"I can't sleep." And that's because of what you did. "You? Why did you come here? And why are you awake too?"

"I'll bring you some milk to make you sleepy." He turned around and grabbed the door knob again but he turned his head towards me again. "I don't want my princess to stay up." It smiled lightly and completely disappeared from my vision.

I don't want my princess to stay up.

What is that? Why did he say that? Why is he smiling?

I swallowed, gulped and shook my head.

"I'm so stressed in life! Gov, please punish me!”

I stood up and went to the bathroom. Looking at my own reflection in the long, antique mirror, I realized that the lower part of my eye was black.

"You keep me awake Gov. I might get pimples." Maybe if there's a cctv here I'll look like a theme because I'm going crazy. Maybe it's time for me to accompany mom mentally.

I went straight to the cubicle to reduce resentment in life. I mean water. Dirty body water.

I'm wearing a big t-shirt. It was long enough to reach my knees. Because it is big, its sleeves reach to the elbow. I'm not wearing shorts. Only underwear. I'm wearing it long so it's fine. I don't climb in public places. I'm just going to sleep so it's fine like this. Even in Insan's unit, I wear this.

This dress belongs to Gov. He lent it to me when we arrived earlier at the mansion. And my heart is, I don't know where he picked it up.

Maybe his girlfriend. I don't have any clothes here and I don't know when I will get my stuff. I was afraid to say goodbye to the man.

I left the bathroom and came back. I saw his figure entering the room. He left it open earlier so he quickly entered with the tray with only a glass of milk. He used his foot to close the door.

What he said earlier was serious. It seems that I can't sleep more and more because of his actions and gestures.

I still stayed at the door of the bathroom while he put the milk on the table where the lamp shade rested.

He sat on the edge of the mattress while holding the tray he had placed on it. His hypnotized eyes stare at me.

I swallowed before approaching to drink what he had prepared. I want him to leave. Go out to relieve the tension in my comfort.

I drank the milk with my back to his place. I might be thrown out in no time so it's better to turn around.

I stopped drinking when a loud sound came from the tray he was holding. It seemed to fall to the floor so I turned to him.

He was looking at the other side. His head is tilted towards me so I can see the shape and point of his nose. Even the shape of his perfect jaw.

"Why are you doing this to me Natasha?" It whispers at the same time as the cheap one.

"Hu-huh?"

Why does he seem anxious? His Adams apple is high and low on his neck. Sweat was also forming on his forehead.

Is it too hot?

"Shall I turn on the air conditioner? You look like you're sweating.”

He combed his hair with his long fingers but he couldn't take his eyes off me.

"Yo-your shirt." He pinched his nose. And that's when I found the angle that he's cute too, especially now. Reddened e. Is it really too hot? And what does my shirt have to do with it? I checked it and it's fine.

"Yo-your shit at your back. Fix it."

I looked behind me and my body almost felt hot from what I saw. My shirt was tucked under my underwear so that the shocking part of my body was exposed.

If only I could curse and scream!

I turned away from him! He saw that! He saw!

"I'm sorry." I adjusted my clothes and I could feel something warm crawling all over my body.

Just shit. That's embarrassing! Too much too much!

"I'm leaving too. Sleep." Stand up and then turn me around. The tension in his presence is gone. It seemed to forget what was seen and was quickly put aside.

Hey Natasha! The shape of your stomach is not that big, so it can be quickly erased from the mind!

"Thank you for the milk. Go to sleep, too." He nodded and completely left my room.

I followed him and locked the door.

I immediately fell on the bed and closed my eyes tightly to erase that event. Why does it have such a big impact on me? Whatever! I will sleep and tomorrow I will say goodbye to meet Venus.

The next day. I was distracted by the knocking on the bedroom door so I immediately got up to open it.

Sister Angel looked at me happily, so I tried to smile at her.

"Sorry if I woke you up beauty. The Gov is calling you to have breakfast with him." It pierced my side with its teasing gaze. "What beauty? what happened last night? are you still a virgin Is it big? Hard? Describe it."

I bent down and shook my head one after another because I could feel the heat on my cheeks. The woman raises my temperature every morning!

"Oh, you're a brat. But is it true? What's your style? Dog style? 69? BJ with deep throat? Or cowgirl? Hehe, which one is that?"

What is sister saying? I really don't understand the choices. "Nothing happened. Something was just discussed." then the images came to my mind like him touching my shoulder. How close we are to that time. I'm sure that if someone saw it, they would think differently about our relationship. The trust issue is superficial.

"It's silly." He hit my shoulder. "Oh he's fine beauty, come down because he's waiting for you now." You want to be breakfast ahihi charot." I just nodded and turned my eyes to the newly arrived girl The maid who is English and slightly cursed is the newcomer.

Sister Angel also noticed this later so now they face each other.

"Hey Angel! The morning of your gossip! Water the garden now. Gossip still comes first.”

"Do you mind? As for you, the heat of the head is still high in the morning. But I understand you Faye. I'm the same way during the dry season."

"What are you talking about? You're not just a chismosa, you're also green! I hope you get pregnant soon."

"Let's be honest, I hope you grow old as a young woman! No watering! You desert! Place of snakes! And you are the worshiped lord!”

"How dare you to—"

"Ah just! Don't make me english! It's up to you." Sister Angel turned to me and I nodded at her.

He got off and Faye followed. I went back to the room and fixed myself.

I caught up with the man in the dining room. Sitting facing the magazine he was holding. There is no emotion reading and there is a cup in front of him.

It sipped but did not take its eyes off the newspaper until it heard my footsteps.

You are wearing the white long sleeve that is folded up to the elbow. The three buttons on the chest are open. Her hair is also wet and a bit messy.

He put down the newspaper and checked me too. I sat without making a sound even though the seat was iron. It can resonate on the floor if you move too fast.

"Good morning Natasha."

"Go-good morning too. Gov.”

"How are you? Did you sleep well?"

"Uhm. Yes. Thank you for—”

"Did you eat already."

"Yes, yes." Thank you.”

There are many in front of me and I don't know which one to eat. Just by smelling them, it is obvious that they will be loved and delicious. There are so many people, but are we just two facing each other?

We ate together. Quiet and only cutlery creates noise.

I didn't even look at him. I only looked at the plate while eating fried rice and a dish of spam and hotdogs.

Many were served but this is the only one I chose. It's a shame that I ate so much and I'm just eating.

Good morning my son."

In the middle of breakfast, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared. Based on what I can see, he is in his fifties. Americano, decent stance, strong aura, scary, and it's obvious that the life is luxurious.

"Dad, what's brought you here?"

As for his expression, it didn't change as if he was expecting the old man's arrival.

But why didn't I see him here yesterday? Does he live here or is he just passing by? Its face is familiar but I can't remember where I saw it.

I almost fainted when the old man moved his baling. Now he came closer to my place so I couldn't help but be nervous.

I know he is asking himself why his son is with a woman. I couldn't greet him as my tongue retracted and fear existed more in my chest.

He sat across from me with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

"That's none of your business anymore dad. Now, leave.”

"Stop being solemn my son. I just want to know who's this lucky girl in front.” He returned his attention to me again with a smile on his face. "Let me know you now. Introduce yourself.” Although nervous, I gave it a go.

"Go-good morning." I'm Natasha Huston.” The simple smile from before has become wider but I admit that it used to be different for me.

"Huston huh?" His head nods as he accepts my simple introduction.

"Natasha." Gov spoke deeply about my name so I turned to him. His face is serious but anger is drawing in both of his eyes. "Go upstairs. Just stay in your room. Now.”

I nodded and slowly left my seat.

"Bye now. Nice to meet you. Hope we'll have enough time to talk next time." I just bowed to the old man and started walking.

Something prevented me from leaving them first, so I stayed in the living room, which is not far from the dining room. There's just a wall blocking it, but you can hear the conversation between the two just in case.

Not that I'm interfering. I just want to hear something. I feel that they are talking about me.

"What about these Artives? You didn't say anything about it. Why is there Huston in your house? I know he is Natani's son."

Natani? Why does the old man know my mother? What is his connection with me? Is it possible that our paths have crossed before so his appearance is familiar?

"You don't need to know everything, dad. Don't control my life. If you don't want to, I will. This is my life not yours so mind your own. Don't bother me anymore. We had a conversation that when I enter politics, you will let me make decisions. I'm your son but I'm not your puppy."

To Be Continued...