Chapter 11

This afternoon, Grace was about to enter her room. Because, of course, after she spent her day in the garden next to Kyle's residence. She felt like she was jobless now. How come Kyle's family hired her? At a time when she felt unneeded here. All she did apart from giving the food menus to the empty room was… nothing. So that makes Grace very bored. She missed Korvin, and she missed Leon too. She misses the two closest people in her life. All because someone forbade her to use a cellphone. Moments later, Grace took off all her clothes, bra, and panties. She stood for a moment in front of a tall mirror, and then she hugged herself.

Generally, women wanted to know what it feels like to be falling in love, dating, or going through pleasurable nights with their lover. But now, what did she do? Locked in a mansion on the outskirts of town where everything is about rules, pressures, and demands. Grace took another deep breath. At this rate, she would be a spinster. Never felt the touch of a man, never felt in love, or never been in a marriage. All of that possibility could transpire, given the current state of this place. How could a man come to this house, see her, then fall in love with her, and take her away from this place? This is not a fairy tale, and she is not a princess. This is real life, and she is one of the real money people living there. Grace then stepped, she was about to enter the bathroom, but her steps paused. A black dress was laid there, along with silver heels. An alluring dress that seemed luxurious, and it made Grace a little surprised. Who? Grace's mind tried to understand who gave this dress to her. There was also a red rose and Grace picked it up. A piece of paper that contains one short message, 'wear it',yes, that's the only message.

Without thinking, Grace went straight into the bathroom. Rather than being bored to death, she thought that it would be better to just try the dress. After all, she knew that the dress didn't belong to anyone here. She turned on the shower that was above her, the warm splash of water began to caress her skin gently. She closed her eyes, brushing her hair and applying shampoo to her hair. However, something touched her out of the blue. The fingers of a big hand began to caress her midriff up toward her chest. Grace was silently feeling every touch the unknown figure gave her. But when she was about to open her eyes, a hand closed her eyes very tightly. She was led to turn around to face the figure until his lips touched her neck and it made her feel a strange sensation there.

"Who? Who are you?" Grace asked. She could feel her skin being squeezed by his fully clothed body. She was able to grab the tie that wrapped nicely around his neck. Then, Grace opened her mouth as his lips pressed against hers. A demanding kiss; as his tongue scoured every inch of her mouth.

"Who am I? You don't need to know who I am, Miss. But you do need to know that I will be there when you close your eyes. Therefore, will you put on that dress and spend a lustful evening together with me? But I want you to close your eyes for the entire time," the figure whispered.

Moments later, their lips parted, the hand that covered Grace's eyes was released. The bathroom door immediately closed shut. Grace to hug herself again while kneeling on the floor. She held her swollen lips, and then she closed her eyes again. It seemed the figure's kiss was very exciting, making Grace want more. As she looked towards her right side, she saw a strange object, and then she gulped. Ignoring it then she walked out of the bathroom.

She was starting to dry her hair and apply makeup. Again, Grace smiled. She was going crazy now. That figure was probably a ghost, an apparition, or something of that kind. But how could she even believe it? Ah, to hell with it all, she was bored and needed some fun. And the figure that was not even known to be real or not gave her a new flavour, so what's the harm in giving it a try?

Grace took the black dress, and she didn't want to wear a bra at first. She immediately put it on, and she wasn't even wearing her underwear. Besides, the figure said he would like to know her in the biblical sense, so why bother wearing anything that might hinder the act?

And finally, for the first time in her life, Grace felt love. Although she was not sure, it was the closest thing she could describe it with.

Yeah, let's say she's crazy or something, but at least she wants to feel like the others think too. After she put on the dress and heels, Grace glanced at the long piece of cloth that was there. For a moment, she turned her head before she put on the fabric to cover her eyes.

"Sorry, Miss, Young Master Kyle has prepared your dinner in the next room. Please enjoy it first," the voice was hoarse, even without form. For a moment, Grace was stunned. Young Master Kyle? Does that mean it was Nicholas Kyle who invited her? Or, in other words, the one who made her wear this was Nicholas Kyle? So, the one doing the deed to her was Nicholas Kyle? What kind of madness is that?

Grace seemed confused, but for a moment, she tried to take a deep breath. If she was confused, maybe she would ask later when she met the one whose name was Nicholas Kyle.

Taking a deep breath, Grace stepped out of her room, and she saw the flower petals scattered beautifully, trailing to a room. Grace carefully removed her heels, carried them and walked into the room. There, she saw a quite large table, along with two chairs. The light was dim, and only a few candles lit up. And the other side of the table was pitch black. Grace rolled her eyes again, entering cautiously, until she turned her head again, as the door closed on its own.

Now, all her wild imagination had suddenly disappeared. Because what she was feeling right now was scarier than anything in this world.

Is this a romantic dinner or a gloomy dinner? Why couldn't Grace tell the difference at all?

"Sit down!" that imperative voice managed to make Grace recoil. Then she saw a blurry figure leaning against the darkest wall in the room.