Melissa

Chapter 22- An Unexpected Visitor.

Melissa's POV.

Waking up to the sound of a door knocking loudly wasn't what I expected. It was the maid, Maria on the other side.

Ugh!

"What's wrong?" I asked, as I opened the door after wrapping a robe over my thin night dress.

Maria looked bored in the early morning. Her eyes wandered from top to bottom of my body. She frowned but didn't comment on my morning look.

"Sir has been waiting for you downstairs for about twenty minutes now, mam." She informed. Good thing that she wasn't horrified by my out-of-the-bed look.

But why was Rogan waiting for me? Why do I have to see his ugly face early in the morning? Ugh!

"What for?" I asked.

"For the yoga session."

Oops! I completely forgot about that! And I'm late!

My eyes widened and I slammed the door on Maria's face. Rude, I know. But she gave me burnt food the other day.

I rushed towards my walk-in closet and took out a tank top and leggings and the sports bra. I placed them on the counter and rushed inside the bathroom. I took a quick shower in just ten minutes and came out.

I dressed myself in the clothes I picked up and tied my hair in a ponytail.

"Melissa!" Mr. Kingston hollared from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled back and ran down to where he and the trainer was standing. "Good morning." I greeted with a smile.

"You're late by thirty minutes." Rogan checked his wrist watch and said with narrowed eyes.

"Sorry, I overslept." Then, ignoring him I turned towards the woman who was going to be my yoga teacher.

The woman was tall and thin, with curves. Her hair was brown and eyes were the colour of rich cocoa. Her eyes were really pretty!

"Let's start." I said enthusiastically. I liked doing yoga. It was good for the body and gave a peace of mind.

I guess I'll survive my stay here. It's not that bad yet except that infuriating owner of this penthouse.

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Later that day after lunch, I locked myself in the small library or basically Mr. Kingston's study room you can say, to do some reading and research work.

The lights were dim here and the AC's cool air made the ambience perfect for the hot afternoon. I took the intercom and dialled the kitchen's number.

Maria picked it up and said "Yes, madam?"

"Can you get me a glass of lemonade please?"

"Sure." She replied and I cut the line and got back to work.

This penthouse was smaller than Evan's Residence but it feels more comfortable and like home. Even if I do not want to say it aloud but I do feel safe here.

I don't really understand the importance of this deal. What was his purpose for bringing me here? And five years? Isn't that stupid? And he doesn't​ ill-treat me, I mean obviously he isn't quite good in terms of behaviour towards me but he isn't bad and ruthless either.

This whole ordeal is quite strange and questionable in every way. But I'm sure I won't be getting answers directly, I have to find them out.

Tring! Tring!

The intercom buzzed, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I picked it up and put it in my ear.