Once Upon A Mission

Chapter Six - Wish

"Whoa! Okay. You're not even gonna read the contract? I mean whatever. Suit yourself." He handed me a pen and moved the contract towards me. I signed it with no regrets filling me and what I all had in my head was a new life awaiting me.

"The maid will show you to your new room. You'll be living in my house from now on. I have everything you could ever need here so I don't think you'll need to get anything from your house." He had a serious expression that looked so strange in his face. It was only at that moment that I took in his wild features. His angular cheekbones were high, his jaw chiseled and tough. His dark orbs looked like endless swirls of the richest coffee. His eyebrows were thick but not too hairy. His nose was slightly crooked, indicating he probably broke it a couple of times from fist fights. His lips were plump and had a light tint of rosy pink on then. I noticed a small scar on his lower lip, I had the urge to run my finger over it. The way his perfectly aligned white teeth showed whenever he spoke or smiled made butterflies in my stomach fly around helplessly. His hair wasn't styled as it fell on his forehead every now and then. His looks were so effortless and precious, it made me envy him. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a reply.

I shook my head inwardly and cleared my throat. I focused on what he just said in my head then replied, "Please tell me it's not one of your maids again." I groaned out, hoping it covered up my hidden admiration of his face.

"I sent them all away, no need to be jealous, señorita. This one is an actual maid." There's the smirk I've grown on. And it's only been a few hours.

There was a beep from some kind of intercom on his desk. He asked who it was then sighed. He pushed a button, "Entrez, Maman." He rolled his eyes, annoyed.

Now the dïckhead is french?!

Wait, did he say mom?

"Marco, baby. I have been calling you. You shouldn't ignore your mother's calls. I flew all the way from my vacation in Hawaii. I've been worried si- oooh who is this beautiful young lady? It's about time!" Marco groaned, rubbing his face.

"Mama. She's a new recruit." He gestured towards me.

"New recruit? She looks too delicate and beautiful to do such savage things. And the way you looked at her didn't look like she's just another recruit." I blushed at her statement.

"Her name is A-" He was cut off by a hand to his face, "Hush, Marco. Let the girl introduce herself."

I managed a smile. "My name is Amelia, Mrs. De Lante. It's so nice to meet you."

She waved her hand in a dismissive manner. "Please, call me Natalii." She smelled of fancy smelling perfume that probably cost more than what my whole outfit cost.

I felt unworthy to be in her presence. She looked kind but she intimidated me, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"You look far too exotic to be in such a horrid place, my dear. How did you end up here?" Her smile was so genuine, it made me feel like a fraud.

Realization hit me and my heart sank. She affected the way I looked at a mother figure, which in my case, was the complete opposite of her.

Maybe it was the way she carried herself? She looked graceful, independent, and most of all confident. Three of which I wasn't when at home. She intimidated me but at the same time touched my heart to its very core.