My Millionaire

Chapter 1.

"Alicia Brown!"

Her boss, Mr. Anglin, shouts her name from down the hall, his head poking out of his office door.

"Yes, sir?" She responds, running into his office, her red hair loosely bouncing on her shoulders.

He glances up at her and shares a smile, a small one, but a nice one.

"I have a job for you," her heart races as he speaks, "I need you to be a protector."

She smiles wide, her bright white teeth shining through. You see, a protector is someone who stays with their client 24/7 until they're no longer needed.

"Mason Meyers," he sighs and stands up, knowing her reaction without looking at her. Many things about this would come as a shock to her.

Firstly, it wasn't normal for a female to be a male's protector, due to the comfort of the client and the seriousness of these cases. Secondly, she's never been a protector before -especially not someone of this much value- and finally, she's never been out of her cubicle aside from her training at the academy. 

"M-Mason Meyers?"  She asks, the images of him shaking the mayor's hand and smiling on every magazine and tabloid she could remember pass through her mind.

Anglin nods and hands her a badge clip, gun harness, and handcuffs. All of them are solid black aside from her silver badge.

"Why me?" She asks aloud before realizing that it may come across as her not being thankful which she was, "I mean! I'm very thankful and very excited, but why?" She asks again.

Anglin shrugs honestly, "I'm not sure. We allowed him to read the descriptions of all protectors and he chose you specifically."

"Why me?" She repeats one more time. Her boss turns, his blue grey eyes locking with her brown green ones.

"Would you stop askin' that and sit down?" He says to her as she makes her way farther into his office.

"Sorry sir," she responds, feeling her face heat up as she takes the supplies he placed on the desk earlier, "continue."

"You'll be living in his home in Tennessee with him," he says as he fishes for a file from the large filing cabinet behind him.

"Tennessee?" She asks, wondering why he chose her, she didn't even think he owned a home in Tennessee. It's not like it's far from her home in Missouri. So why would he need his amazingly extravagant home in Missouri, just to own an equally extravagant one a car ride away?

"Yes ma'am, Tennessee." He responds blankly.

He slaps down a Manila envelope and sits back in his seat opposite her, "now go. You have a long car ride ahead of you."

She nods quickly, grabbing the envelope as she darts out of the room and out to the parking lot, ignoring the look she gets from Veronica -her long time coworker friend- and out to her silver Honda waiting in her assigned spot. She gathers herself quickly into the vehicle. She sighs to herself and opens the folder slowly.

"MASON MEYERS"

She smiles as the excitement begins to shine through. She quickly switches the car on and starts quickly down the street.

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As each hour passes she gets more nervous. She immediately remembers all the pictures of this man that she's fawned over. His bright, cat-like green eyes contrasting with his jet black hair. She feels herself blushing as she finally pulls into the driveway.

"Holy shit," she whispers to herself. She admires the stone building in front of her. The line of foreign cars, the front 'porch' -which looked bigger than her country house and barn combined- was lit by lights built into the top.

She slowly steps out of her vehicle, which looks especially pathetic against the fancy ones lined up in front of the multiple door garage -which she suspects holds even more cars within-.

Hazel eyes darting around, she walks cautiously to the door, before ringing the doorbell -which sends a massive chime throughout the house- and settling backwards a little.

The massive door swings open slowly as an older gentlemen greets her, a smile shining on his face.

"You must be Ms. Oakland?" He asks, a thick accent -the same one she's heard roll off the tongue of Mason Meyers- makes him sound so proper and elegant. Although she can't pin point where the accent comes from.

It sounded Italian at first but harsher, definitely not British, she has no idea. She's snapped from her thoughts as the older man ushers her inside, grabbing the bag she got from her house earlier that day. 

She does her best to not wander through the house, trailing her hands on everything. Instead she stands right inside the entry way and looks around.

"Mr. Meyers will meet with you soon," the man speaks to her while leading her up a large set of beautiful stairs. He clicks open a large door and gestures her while setting her bag on the massive canopy bed across the room.

"Please make yourself comfortable," his accent again rings through her mind as he speaks, "there's a few hours before dinner... feel free to rest, I know you could use it after your drive today." He flashes her another quick smile before he leaves her room.

She nods and smiles back, then as the door closes she removes her clothing rather quickly and violently, before jumping into a hoodie she was given by the academy, and a pair of athletic shorts. She jumps into her bed rather childishly. She quickly finds herself enveloped in a deep sleep, which she didn't realize she needed so badly.

A soft knock on the door wakes Alicia from the sleep she was in. "Come in," she calls in a groggy voice as a little old woman comes in.

"Alicia?" She asks as she turns on the light, "it's time for dinner," the woman calls. Alicia springs from the bed, knowing this is when she's meeting Mason. She quickly fixes her smudged mascara and lip gloss before putting on her work dress from earlier and heading down the never ending beautiful stairs that lead into the living room and library. She turns the corner cautiously, however she still isn't prepared for the image she was seeing. She only sees their backs, however they're all the same height, around 6'3. They're all very muscular with broad shoulders, black hair, and posture. The only difference was the color of their suits. One wore a deep maroon button up under this blazer, one had piercing blue, and one had a deep navy blue.

She steps further into the room, bumping a stool, which causes them to all turn around at the same time.  

"Oh my Lord," she can hear one of them mumble as she stands in the middle of the room.

The men's eyes flash at the same time, which is when she realizes the second difference between them. The one on the far right is obviously Mason, his piercing green eyes.

"You're Alicia," he states the obvious. The accent again tugging at her insides.

She nods, not trusting herself to speak.

She's the most beautiful woman they've ever seen. The men look to each other, sharing the feeling inside. They have the same flash in their eyes before the one in deep maroon makes his way to her.

He extends a large hand in her direction, "my name is Elias Meyers," he speaks. His voice is low and gravely, sending shivers of anxiety through Alicia. He doesn't like how nervous he makes her.

Mason steps forward, right after Elias. "I'm-"

"Mason Meyers," Alicia interrupts.

He smiles, feeling giddy that she knows him.

The last one, the one in bright blue steps up to bat, right after the second one. He makes the same move, the hand out. Except he smiles seductively and raises a perfectly groomed eyebrow, "I'm Ezekiel," he says flirtatiously.

They line up and readjust their suits, "we're the Meyers triplets," Elias smiles at her. That's when she notices their eyes. Mason's bright green ones, Elias's piercing blue ones, and then there's Ezekiel. He has one eye bright green like Mason's and one bright blue one like Elias. She doesn't realize she's staring until she hears Ezekiel laugh lowly at her. That's when it starts going black. She feels dizzy.

"Oh fuck," she hears a mumble. A pair of muscular arms wraps around her and then she falls before it all goes black.

She faints.