The Chairman's Son

When the disappointed chauffeur clutched the silver handle to open the car door, Violet saw mile-long legs that only a male model could possess, sprawled over the leather couch.

She sucked in a quick breath.

'Who is this guy?' Violet stood there, dumbfounded, blocking the car door that the chauffeur couldn't close.

It took her a few seconds to register that the man had his dress shirt unbuttoned, leaving his throat and bare chest exposed.

She couldn't see his face yet because his head was tilted back.

However, Violet noticed his strong chin and the Adam's apple on his throat so pale she could see his veins.

The alluring view mesmerized her that she couldn't look away.

Did she have a fetish for male necks now?

Violet swallowed hard, frozen.

She wasn't even a vampire but she found herself drooling over him.

"Uh, Mister? Is there a chance that you were driving the wrong limousine?" Violet asked the chauffeur softly as her eyes traveled upward from the man's bare feet, ankles to the long line of muscled calves covered in black pants.

His overall physique was as toned as an athlete.

She couldn't bring to let herself in not when it looked like she was invading someone's privacy.

She wasn't supposed to be there.

From the sight of the stranger's dark suit jacket thrown near the polished tinted windows at the left side of the limousine, and the Rolex watch, silk tie, gold chains, rings and sunglasses, with the name 'Versace' written on it, scattered on the ground, an unsuspecting stranger might assume that his personal items had escaped from the man's unzipped bag by themselves.

The scene brought her back to reality real quick.

His presence alone made her feel unwelcome, putting her in her place.

He definitely looked like a member of the wealthy upper class who lived in a mansion at the city.

A penniless orphan like her didn't deserve to live there in opulence.

This sleeping stranger could be the chairman's son or he could be an angel that had fallen from the sky to bless her with good luck.

Of course, the latter was wishful thinking.

She wasn't even sure if she truly belonged to the Blackwell Family when the results of the DNA paternity test wasn't revealed yet.

If Violet wasn't the chairman's daughter even if she wanted it to be true, his son, the man in the limousine, wouldn't stand back and just let her mooch off their household.

He would get her kicked out after fate had given her a taste of a prosperous life she could never have.

Life was cruel.

"Ah. I forgot to tell you, Miss Violet. I even forgot that he's here myself." The chauffeur said regretfully but he still tried to reassure her." If the young master is asleep, then there is no problem."

Young Master?

And, what did the chauffeur mean when he said there would be no problem if he was asleep?

What would he do to her if he was awake?

Sensing her hesitation, the chauffeur added. "Just get inside and pretend he isn't there, miss."

How could she possibly pretend that a man, built taller than a six-foot tree trunk with his limbs stretched out like a wildcat, didn't exist?

"A-Alright. If you say so."

"Are you afraid of him? If you want, you could sit next to me at the driver's seat."

Since she wasn't used to interacting with strangers, awkward silence would usually make her sweat bullets.

Because of that, she would feel obliged to talk to the chauffeur on the long journey towards the mansion and it would exhaust her furthermore.

In Violet's mind, this handsome man seemed to be a better choice.

She didn't have to talk if he was fast asleep.

"It's alright, sir. I'll be fine over here." She had come across treacherous patients in the mental asylum and still managed to live in peace even if they weren't as attractive as this man. However, she only wanted one question to be answered. "This man is sane, right?"

"Of course!" The chauffeur exclaimed before adding grimly, "---But only when he's in a good mood."

Damn it.

If the chairman's son had enough rest, then he would be in a good mood right?

Then, Violet should be the one pretending to be invisible.

Not him.

She should keep her mouth zipped so the handsome man wouldn't wake up and transform into a cranky goblin.

"Is there a chance we could leave him in the psych ward as my replacement?"

The joke she uttered was a lame attempt to amuse herself.

The chauffeur gave her a strange look before shaking his head.

As she got in the limousine while dragging the pink luggage the chauffeur had given back to her, her gaze fell on the meager space above his head where her small butt could occupy in comfort.

Since Violet wasn't in the position to demand the chairman's son to give her ample space to sit, she would rather leave his luxury items where they were so that she wouldn't get blamed if something went missing.

Not that she planned to steal one even if the rich man seemed like he couldn't care less.

As Violet crouched and moved closer, she could see that the chairman's son had shoulder-lengthed blond hair, neatly combed and slicked black in one smooth sweep with just enough wave for it not to be flat.

When her gaze fell to his face, she became slack-jawed at how beautiful he looked even if he had a slice of lemon sticking just below his eye.

High cheekbones.

Straight nose.

Angular jawline so sharp it would probably cut glass.

Violet's rapid blinking was followed by open staring.

She had never seen a human being that looked like the embodiment of the sun.

The obsessive and psychotic girls back at the mental asylum would probably worship him at first sight.

It was so blinding that she had to turn her head away and focus on the bright lighting on the walls, instead.

As the car door was clicked shut, Violet slid down at the end of the leather seat close to his head, trying her best not to gawk at him.

His prominent facial features seemed familiar somehow.

Could it be that she had seen a picture of him somewhere else?

But, surely not.

The resemblance between him and the Greek God, Apollo, was uncanny yet impossible.

Feeling nervous as if she was in a god's presence, she took a deep breath and smelled the scent of alcohol, aftershave and leather in the air condition.

Glancing to her left, she observed the rush of traffic outside the windows.

Upon seeing the scattered glasses on the mini wet bar, the champagne flute he was clutching loosely in his hand that it almost touched the floor, and the slice of lemon attached to his cheek, she guessed that the man had passed out while drinking alcohol.

What was he doing here all drunk and wasted?

After taking her shoes off and allowed her bare feet touch the carpeted floor, Violet leaned against the leather upholstery to relax.

As her eyelids fell heavy due the lull of the wheel's steady movements on the pavement, she felt the chairman's son stir on the long leather seat that her eyes sprang open in an instant.

Eyes still closed, the man suddenly raised his large hand to grope at her lap and thighs as if he was searching for something.

His brows furrowed when he couldn't seem to feel whatever he was looking for.

Violet's pulse raced through her body when he accidentally tapped something that shouldn't be touched.

She stiffened, biting her lip.

She was so close to gasping but still held it in, hoping he would just fall back to sleep.

Before she could decide whether she should get away from there and sit on the floor, the man slightly raised his upper body and huddled closer so that he could lay his head on one thigh.

Then, he let out a long exhale.

The corner of his lips curled in satisfaction, causing his tight-lipped grin to appear cat-like.

Did this drunk sleepyhead just assume she was his personal pillow?