THE RULES 2.

The next morning, Evie woke up feeling utterly blessed by her wonderful and stressed free sleep. She stretched her muscles and yawned as she looked around. It was just 7 in the morning and she felt no pressure at all but then it hit her, she was in Ryan's mansion, she was getting closer to her target and here she was having a daydream, seriously?

She pushed herself off the comfy bed and went to the bathroom to take her bath before coming back to the room again, fully awake. There wasn't much to do because there were no clothes that she could change into like five times before choosing another type and no makeup as well.

So she wore the clothes she had washed and brushed her hair. She made sure that her tattoo was hidden perfectly before coming out of the room. Her eyes darted toward Ryan's room, there were only three rooms in this part of the building and that was hers, his room, and another one that she didn't know who it belonged to.

She believed that he might be downstairs or might have left for work. Either of the options, she was about to find out. Climbing down the stairs gave her a kind of feeling of being the second in command but then she reminded herself that everything was fake and she shouldn't be carried away by whatever life she was about to live for the next two months to accomplish her goal.

When she got downstairs, she met a few young girls dressed in white moving all around the house. They looked serious with their jobs and would bow to greet her whenever they passed by her. She was actually lost though because she couldn't see where exactly the dining room or table was so she assumed that the place where Coconut must have taken her the other day was the dining hall but how can only a person have breakfast, lunch, and dinner in such a lonely place that she considered a graveyard?

As she was walking aimlessly, trying to get the right path, one of the maids approached her.

"Miss?"

Evelyn stopped walking and smiled as the maid stood in front of her.

"Yes?"

"You seem lost, do you need any help?"

"Well, yes, I need to go to the dining room."

"Oh okay, please come with me. This isn't the way to the dining table." The maid shook her head as she explained.

"Thank you very much. I thought that way led to a very big dining room or some sort of…"

"You are right but that place you are talking about, Miss, is actually the dining hall and no one is allowed to eat there unless there is a special visit." The maid replied as she continued leading Evelyn.

"Special visit? By who?" She asked. The maid finally reached the dining table where Ryan was calmly seated, already dressed formally for the day.

"This is the dining table. Excuse me." The maid answered and left as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, Evelyn couldn't get the answer that she wanted and she blew out air to approve her tinge of sadness. She approached one of the seats that was opposite Ryan to sit down.

"Good morning. You are looking quite handsome today." She complimented. Ryan looked up from his phone and Evelyn's time-thinking machine defaulted by five seconds as she stared at him. Okay, sincerely, she only said that for 'saying sake' and it was meant to be a way of opening the portal for her but staring at him now, he indeed was handsome.

His charisma was unbeatable at the moment and she was so lost in admiring him.

"I know I am good-looking, if I weren't in the first place, I would not have been ranked the most handsome and eligible bachelor in the country," Ryan replied sarcastically and Evelyn scoffed before resting on her chair with her hands folded against her chest.

"You could have easily said thank you rather than give yourself this much praise when you aren't even worth it."

"If I didn't, you wouldn't have complimented me this early morning." Ryan shot back with a straight face that made Evelyn think if he considered her to indeed be his mistress or a business rival. Evelyn looked away and mumbled something under her breath.

"When is breakfast going to be ready or were you not able to pick a chef after all that stress?" Evelyn mocked as she stretched her neck towards the route that led to the kitchen with the hope of getting a clue of 'breakfast about to be served' or 'breakfast still undergoing thorough cooking' when something hit the top of the table in front of her, she was surprised by the hit at first and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Last night, I had no time to go over your request about being my mistress but now that I have thought about the issue, shall we go through it?" Ryan asked.

Evelyn picked up the single file in front of her and scanned through it. It contained a few rules that she was expected to follow.

"You are not a rich or classy lady from high society, that I can tell judging from the way you look and from the investigation I made about you…"

"You did what?" Evelyn asked eagerly.

"I did an investigation but I found nothing criminal about you. You are a dropout that is struggling to take care of her siblings. You don't do much work and I know that you lost your job a few weeks back so that's why I am not going to argue with you on the reason you want to become my mistress."

When Evelyn heard this, she smiled inwardly. So Shaft wasn't joking when he said that every information concerning her in the dark was well hidden, and what Ryan had just spoken was exactly what Shaft told her back then. Thank goodness she wasn't a street fighter or else…well, yeah, she did lose her physical and transparent job.

"But why would you want to be my mistress in the first place knowing how strict I can be and also about the rumors?" Ryan still couldn't help asking.

"Well, rumors will always be rumors. Secondly, you could be strict or brutal or whatever evil it is that they have painted you to be but it's not towards women, I believe. Because I am sure that you have a mother. The third point is that I need money and I am willing to do anything just to get it. You are the only person that I could think of." She answered smoothly.

In reality, Ryan was the last person that she would have run to meet for help but she wasn't going to tell him that.

"I hope you know the term MISTRESS very well and what it includes?"

"I am literate, duh," Evelyn replied.

"Point of correction, semi-literate," Ryan interjected, still wearing a straight look. Evelyn rolled her eyes.

"Being my mistress, you need to perform your duties towards me. You have nothing to offer me in terms of materialistic stuff so you can only satisfy me in 'that aspect'."

"As much as I am willing to do this, I hope that Mr. Ryan won't try to interchange the duties of a legally married woman with that of an ordinary girlfriend or mistress, they are two different people." Evelyn tried to point out her discomfort with his words indirectly.

"The last time it clicked in my brain, I was not the one in need of money nor am I now." Ryan shot back at her. Evelyn scratched her forehead and nodded while looking at another side.

"I won't try to rush things and I am not going to force you to stay with me, you have the right to decide how long you want to be my mistress…"

"Can we change the term Mistress to Girlfriend if you don't mind? It sounds awkward to me hearing that repeatedly from you." Evelyn interrupted and Ryan wanted to spit out blood, wasn't she the one who proposed the idea in the first place? What type of woman had he concurred with?

"Evelyn, don't try interrupting my words anymore." He warned.

"I am sorry."

"As I was saying, you have the right to leave the relationship if you aren't interested anymore. But if you are going to be my mistress then you need to be with me twenty-four-seven, you are to help chase away those pests that keep flying over to meet me, and you are to make sure that your behavior in public doesn't in any way affect me because very soon the news of another lady being with me apart from Mandarin will blow up quickly and you will face the media so watch what you say about me."

"You don't need to give an all-round explanation, Ryan, I know what I am supposed to do and what I am not. After all, you want me to act like a high-class lady and that is what I am going to do. Anything you want from me apart from 'sex' then I am happy to offer it." Evelyn said.

Ryan checked his wristwatch and stood up.

"Hey, what about your duties towards me as my master?" Evelyn blurted out and received a smirk from Ryan's incredulous lips.

"You are meant to go shopping for all you need with this card. Don't limit buying anything because I don't want my mistress to look like a poor Cinderella. I will assign your bodyguard to you and he will feed you with the house rules." He pushed the chair backward and stepped out of the space before pushing it back in.

"Last warning, don't let me see you near my bedroom and the other room. It's a warning because I don't joke with them." After saying this, he walked at a fast pace away from her. Evelyn's mouth hung open for a while as different thoughts clashed against one another in her mind.

A young man dressed in a black suit walked in and went in search of Evelyn at the dining table. What he met was slightly different from what he was expecting, the new mistress's mouth was opened and her eyes widened and the man had to look everywhere to see if someone was there aside from the Master.

He touched her and she bounced back to life.

"Miss Evelyn, are you okay?"

"Yeah…yes, how may I help you?" Evelyn asked.

"I am your assigned bodyguard, Miss."

"Oh, I see. What's your name?" Evelyn asked as she poured herself a glass of water and was about to swallow it when she heard him say…

"I am Gay." He replied and she spat the water out, choking on it.

"You are what?"

"I said I am Gay." The man replied again, confused as to why the mistress was also confused.

Evie wondered what exactly was her business with that.