Chapter 7 : Can I Help You?

Chapter 7: Can I Help You?

Evelin 

I have to be on edge and respectful in this mansion, I won't be comfortable and I can't be myself. I hate that, but I know how this works, I knew I could never disrespect Mr. Vincenzo and his family or else I would be in trouble and so would my uncle and father who has also been held accountable. Although the bed I was given was like laying on a cloud I had heavy thoughts weighing on my mind as I tried to fall asleep. Eventually the panic quieted and I drifted off. 

There was a knock at my door to inform me that breakfast was ready and to head towards the right after the stairs. I quickly showered, although I didn't do my hair. I just kept my thick head of hair in the soft waves they had already been set in yesterday. I wear a middle part and I just fuss with either side to make sure its dark lock fell into their right places. I put on a pair of belted high rise fabric shorts with a matching top and platform sandals that strapped around my ankles. I have a naturally contoured face and since my eyes are big and the color is a translucent blue, I always got away with only using mascara to keep a clean face. I like a clean face.

When I stepped out of my room, I was going to walk down to Milo’s so we could go find breakfast together but his door was later opened and the light was off. I felt nervous just wandering the house alone but I saw no other options and decided to follow the instructions given to me. The faceless staff member said to the right. There was an expansive dining room that I passed before I got to the kitchen I was looking for.

“Good morning, Miss. Rossi.” A woman bowed her head to greet me.

“Oh, you can just call me Eve.” I told her, and she smiled politely.

“Breakfast is being served in the dining room, I am afraid you just miss Mr. Vincenzo and Mr. Rossi.” She informed me. I nodded and walked back to the dining room I had passed.

I realized there was a table along the long wall and it was filled with a buffet of breakfast options. She asked how I had my coffee and brought it to me as I sat at the large and empty dining table to eat alone. After breakfast, I decided to walk the hall just after the kitchen to see the rest of the house. I found a more lived-in living room towards the back of the home , a lock door which I was told was Axel’s office and other doors I had yet to venture. Before I could, one swing open and I paused. The man was walking up a flight of stairs which means there is a downstairs to all this. But it was that which stooped me. It was him, whoever he was, he was covered in tattoos from the neck down towards his arms. He looked like he might have just been working out because he was sweating and had only a wife beater on which is why I could see so many of his tattoos. The man has cold eyes but they were a melted gold color which contradicted his glare. He had a good head of dark hair and the face stubble to match. His big hands had some tattoo too, I noticed it when he used his discarded t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Just by the simple motion, I could see his muscles ripped in both his arms and firm chest. I could only imagine what the rest of him looked like, he seemed chisled to perfection and aside from looking terrifying he also was the hottest ans gorgeous fucking man I have ever see. His face was beautiful, like nothing I have ever seen before. He stopped when I did, and he looked me up and down before his cold eyes settled on my face, making all the hairs on my body stand up. I didn't know what to say at that moment and I knew I must have looked ridiculous by just standing there with a surge of electricity all over my body. But his appearance had surprised me, he looked like a bad boy but it looks like my body has a mind of its own. I knew in my heart this was one of Mr. Vincenzo’ son and that I should stay away but I felt drawn to him at the first glance for some reason.

“Can I help you?” He finally asked in the gruffest voice that made me press my thighs together.

“Oh..umm…I just sort of looked around.” I said in a ridiculous soft voice. He just looked at me for a while before walking away from me. He just maintained that cold expression and then left. Why was my heart throbbing? I guess because of his powerful presence, there was something about him that was so intense. Not just because of the tattoos covering his neck, arms and hands. Not because of the blank expression, he wore a proud, solid chest and he walked with finesse down the rest of the hallway as I watched in awe.

I found many rooms in the mansion, they have a cinema and a gym downstairs. They have an indoor pool and apparently an outdoor pool too which was insane. My family lived in a beautiful home but this was next level stuff. Once I finished with the house itself, I wandered outside into the garden. They had a large terrace with seating and tables. There was grass expanding past the terrace which eventually led into the garden I was currently in. It was to the side of the house that an inground pool, sort of shaped like a kidney, was located along with a nook for in-water seating. There was an entire area for grilling with a wet bar beside it, the compound was walled entirely but you hardly noticed because trees lined each wall and covered its high concrete. There was a cobbled path through the garden and a gazebo at the end of it which was where I decided to sit for a few minutes to enjoy the sun. I would be staying in this place for a while and I just looked around me marvelled at it. Eventually I got a text from Milo asking me to meet him inside. He would be coming through the foyer because apparently he was just arriving back home along with the Vincenzo’s.

In a form fitting dress and heels walked in Mrs. Vincenzo with her perfect make-up and blow dried hair. Second to her was her husband, the same cold faced man from yesterday only with a dark gray suit this time instead of yesterday’s black. It was after that my cousin and a second man walked in. Milo was also dressed nicely which meant he must have come for some formal meeting or something. Beside him was a tall man in a navy suit, he had dark eyes like his father and a strong build like his brother. His hair was styled and combed and by the two loosen buttons, I could see his light dusting of dark chest hair.

“You must be Evelin