The Billionaire's Mask (mask #1)

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Chapter 7


My eyes widened in shock and I think my jaw just dropped. What the hell was that? I scratched my temple as if it’s ever itchy. I didn’t understand the man at all. The transition of the attitude from being conversational to being rude was just unbelievable.

I watched him swiftly wipe his lips with the napkin provided. Was it something I said? Something I did? Was it the food? I sliced a piece of sandwich then pop it in my mouth, I closed my eyes then opened it again. No, of course, it’s not the food. Who was I kidding? He gets mad without an inch of reason anyway.

He stood then took his steps away from me. My feet seemed to have a mind of its own, followed him in a flash, just in time to stop him from opening the door.

“Wait!” I yelled as I grabbed his arm.

“Don’t touch me!” he shouted then pulled his arm back, his voice was like a great imitation of Belle’s Beast. My Hart skipped a beat.

His masked face looked down on me, glaring and breathing heavily. I staggered back steps.

“Rule number two: I. hate. being. touched.” he said tightly and icily. I shuddered at the sound of his voice. I felt ashamed and disgusted by only grabbing his arm. Was this another reason why he hated going out of his room other than his hiding-from-the-whole world game? He hates being touched?

I swallowed then looked away. I felt so embarrassed. I never felt so dominated my whole life. I used to be the one who solves things myself. I worked hard for my twelve adopted siblings and my sick Mom. I was their hero, yet here, I felt like I was the slave.

I breathed a sigh of sadness, realizing how I crossed the line. I asked myself how much proof do I need to believe that our world was way too different than I thought it was.

“I’m so sorry, Master. I was wrong. It’s not going to happen again.” I shouldn’t have had asked him to come out of his room. The master was right all along. “It’s better for you to just stay in your room.”

He scowled, “What? What did you just say?” he asked halfway out of the door.

Oh my God! Did I say it aloud? “W-what? I didn’t say anything!” Liar! my conscience screamed.

He exhaled sharply, gritting his teeth. “If hating you can be a rule; I’d be happy putting it on number one. You are very brazen and presumptuous. You need to behave.”

Master Brandon stepped forward then lowered down himself to my height. He was too tall compared to a five-three feet height. He leaned over to my ear then breathe on my neck, “Someone should teach you, Miss Hart. It’s a shame, I can’t,” he whispered. Electricity flowed all over my body by his words. I gasped at how my body reacted to him. He didn’t even touch me. I don’t know if that was even possible. Unless of course, he was using a black magic spell on me.

My inner self-chuckled with my own thoughts. What’s up with me thinking that a billionaire would use a black magic to make my knees tremble if he could do it effortlessly?

Master Brandon pulled back then he turned around, “Don’t forget the address, Miss Hart. I need it for dinner. Don’t bother with the lunch. Oliver will take care of it.”

He got away just like that. Leaving me breathless and unsettled.


It was about afternoon when Madam Lennie came to my kitchen while I was preparing dinner for the almighty master.

I’d been ill at ease for the last few hours. The thought of me, being attracted to him was something beyond my understanding. He was too dark, he’s very enigmatic and he’s wearing a mask. How could I possibly be too attracted to a human like that?

“You seemed unease,” she noticed.

“Ha! Ask your precious baby boy who hides from the whole world!” I answered while stirring the corn soup I was making.

“That smelled nice, ” she commented, then smiled.

“I know why you are here, Madam Lennie.” I rolled my eyes and sighed sharply.

“I just came here to check on you. How did it go with the Master?”

“Since when did you became so friendly?” I spun around then faced her. “He’s a terrible Master! How dare he say to my face that I needed to behave? He has to tell that to himself! What’s wrong with him? He didn’t even eat his breakfast. He just walked out on me!”

Madam Lennie chuckled softly, “I think you like him,” she grinned.

I flushed, “What? I hate him. Not to mention his hateful words that if hating me can be a rule, he’ll put me to number one!”

Madam Lennie continued to giggle. What’s wrong with this person?

“Why are you laughing? You are just like him. One moment he would laugh with me, next thing I know he suddenly turned into a grumpy old man!”

“The Master laughed?” Her eyes widened in surprise, but her eyes were sparkling.

“Uh, not really. I think he didn’t want me to see him laugh. Weird.”

“Goodness gracious, it’s been a long time since the Master locked himself up. You are the first person who was able to let him out for a decade. What does he look like?” she asked.

Oh! I gasped. I remember I was not supposed to say anything to Madam Lennie. I promised him to keep my mouth shut. Unfortunately, I just told her half of everything. What’s to hold back? “He’s tall and...” I swallowed, “He’s fine and healthy.”

“He’s fine? Are you blind young lady? The master is good looking, isn’t he?” I thought so by looking at the half of his face, but I should really not tell them that he was wearing a mask. Wait? Madam Lennie didn’t know what he looked like? I thought she was allowed to come in his room? Tsk. I sighed. I bet he was being hideous with Madam Lennie too. Well, there was one exemption, Oliver.

“Shh! Don’t say that out loud. He might hear you. It might get into his head. Tsk.” I clicked my tongue. “Why do I care anyway?”

“Because you like him, obviously, ” she crossed her arms around her chest.

“No. I don’t. His character is not even a consideration.”

Ann Margarette

Edited: 05.09.2019

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