The Billionaire's Mask (mask #1)

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Chapter 5



I could see half of his face through a sheath of light that slipped from somewhere in the room. I wanted to step back but I was pinned on the wall with his hands on my wrist, pushing me a little harder. His breathing rapid, his pinkish sexy lips almost touching mine. A familiar smell of an aftershave tickled inside my nose. God! He’s waking up every hormone in me!

“Alayna Hart!”

“No. Don’t kiss me! Oh, God, don’t you da—” I looked around me as the sharp sound of bell kept ringing.

Madam Lennie glared at me while holding a small bell enough to wake a girl who had an intimidating dream. I felt my face burning with shame. Two maids who looked exactly alike, were staring at me, their big lips were pursed but it was obvious they were trying their hardest not to laugh, their chinky eyes betrayed their fake stoic look. My eyes went down on as I notice they were holding something. A white silk, bulky dress, and white flat shoes patterned with sequences.

What are they doing here? I asked mentally.

“The Master will see you in ten minutes. He expects you to be early,” Madam Lennie spoke.

“What? He's—he's what? He's going to see me? Why?” I asked in a panic. What did I do wrong now?

“For your information young lady, you forced the Master about this matter. I want you out of your bed now and stop complaining. He sent this clothes for you to wear on your breakfast with him,” she explained in sarcasm.

“Breakfast? He's really—never mind!” I rushed out of bed then snatched the shoes and the dress.

The twin jerked, shocked with my sudden move.

“Ma’am, we’re supposed to help you with that—”

I held my hand, signaling them to stop. They eyed each other, then they settled their gaze back on mine.

“Just go out, please. I can do this all by myself, I don’t need any help, thank you,” I continuously said then walked towards the bathroom.

I gargled some mouthwash then searched for the dry shampoo I thought I saw when I was organizing my amenities.

“Moisturizer, hair mask, shower gel—no. Where is it? There! Dove!” Was I forming a habit of talking to myself in private? I opened the cap then sprayed the dry shampoo on my hair.

I didn’t know working in a mansion could be such torture. How was I supposed to get into the Master’s room earlier than the ten-minute time he instructed? Madam Lennie just woke me up!

I quickly put on the dress that I noticed, has too many ties… Ties? Ties don’t zip. Zipper zips, not ties. How was I supposed to tie this up all by myself?

I went out of the bathroom, almost tripping. Madam Lennie and the twin were still in my room. I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Turn around and chew your pride, you can’t tie that dress in perfect knot alone,” Madam Lennie said. I lazily turned my back on the twin.

“Don’t you have any sense of fashion in you?” Madam Lennie questioned. “Take off your bra.”

The maids secretly laughed. I ignored. Wait. Take my bra off?

“Are you kidding? I'm going to have breakfast with the Master and I'm not going to wear a bra? Isn't that a little inappropriate? I should be presentable.”

"Yes, you should be and this bra could slip out of that dress. Didn’t you notice the padding of this dress?”

I placed both my hands in front of the dress then squeezed it a little. The padding. Yeah, there was padding but no, I did not—in my whole life—tried to go out of my room without wearing any brassiere.


“The Master isn't going to strip you, young lady! I can't believe he is actually going to show himself after all these years.”

“It’s uncomfortable. God, I’m only going to eat breakfast with him, why is everyone overreacting?”

She unhooked my bra then grabbed it out. I rolled my eyes. Harassment at its finest.

“How long it has been?” I asked raising both my arms so the dress would perfectly fit my body.

She sighed, “I lost count, but it was more than ten years, I think. You’ll feel comfortable soon enough. You’ll feel the paddings doing their job,” she assured. “What information do you have? Why was he desperate for it to the point where he’d show his face in exchange of hearing it?”

“You've been taking care of him since he was a kid, you said.”

“Yes. I know his family. I've been working for them for a very long time.”

“Why are you suddenly talking to me?” I could feel the tightness of the dress as Madam Lennie knotted the ties.

“Frankly, I want to know how the meeting will go. I am expecting you to tell me how he is in front of someone else.”

I smiled a little then nodded. “Sure. Madam Lennie. I thought you are just an emotionless human being,” I joked. “But you care for him, right?”

“Yes. Come now, I'll take you to the dining room.”

“Dining? He’s going to show himself to everyone?”

Madam Lennie shook her head, “No. It's just you and the Master. No one is allowed to enter the dining room, while he's inside.”

I nodded. "I see.” I blew out a sharp breath. “Okay. I'm ready.”

Madam Lennie stopped at the entrance of the dining room when we got there. The maids gathered with her.

Ann Margarette

Edited: 05.09.2019

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