Vivian still had no where to go.
Jasper still didn't know Vivian was staying past night one. So Agatha told Vivian to stay upstairs quietly with the room locked, just to keep him from knowing. When there was barely any daylight out Vivian peered out the back window, zoning out on the orchards and the garden. It made her feel more down to earth, and she quite liked it. Agatha lent her some womanly undergarments so she didn't have to feel like a man all day long. For that, Vivian was extremely grateful. By instruction she told to hide the undergarments under the bed and jump into her suit before she set foot out the door, being extra careful to avoid jumping into Jasper.
"Are you up yet," Agatha opened the door and popped her head inside, causing Vivian to jump out of her skin. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you"
"I wasn't scared," Vivian breathed out, slipping out of the bed. She walked up to the window, looking at the dull sky. "It's so early"
"Hurry up," Agatha said while she closed the door quietly. "Jasper it getting ready now!"
"Aweh, okay!" she hurridely picked up all the stuff and ran to the bathroom.
"Okay I'll try to stall him, maybe even warn you when he's ready to come out. And when I do make sure you rush out the door and walk back in and knock, so he doesn't suspect anything."
"Why are you helping me again?" Vivian asked, buckling her belt. The belt was still too big and she hated it with a passion.
Agatha gave a deep sigh. "I'm tired of living with my brother screwing other people over. I know it sucks and I can't see you go down without a fight. And if I have a opportunity to help someone out by the horrible deeds of my family, I would."
"I-"
"Listen we don't have time for this sentimental chit chat! I'm going to check on Jasper before he catches on, bye!" she shrieked with anxiety, rushing out of the room and down the isolated room down the hall that Jasper loved to relish in. Vivian's heart kept pounding in her chest. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to.
"SuRely you CAn't GO OUT NOW!!!!!" Agatha said from not so far away. "That tie looks far to ugly for your face shape!"
Vivian almost tripped rushing out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
"Sir!" one of the maids exclaimed as Vivian jumped the last two steps and slid on the marble floor, almost tripping yet again. She still wasn't used to the shoes as she flew past the wide-eyed maid and out of the door, slamming it shut.
"Did you hear that?" Jasper asked from his bedroom.
Agatha blinked stupidly. "I beg your pardon?"
"That- that banging sound."
Agatha cocked her head to one side. "What's clouding that big brain of yours today dear brother?"
Jasper frowned. "Never mind," he whipped around and rushed downstairs, hearing a soft knock at the door.
"Get that!" he commanded.
The maid opened the door as Vivian appeared in front of her with a wild look. Her short hair was matted and her clothes her wrinkled and messy. Not to mention the drool Vivian forgot to clean on the side of her left cheek. Jasper narrowed his eyes and walked up to her.
"The hell happened to you now?"
"I-I," Vivian stopped panting and cleared her throat. "I fell"
"You fell?" he repeated suspiciously. "Is that why your tie is hanging around your neck like a scarf?"
Vivian gulped. "It was a rather complicated fall, sir"
Jasper looked at him for a moment.
"And with dried drool all over your face?"
"That is correct, sir."
Agatha's head popped up behind his arm and she had a nervous toothy smile on her face. "Come on Jasper, don't be a prude, let the poor gentleman in. He's come all this way for the benefit of both worlds after all."
Jasper scanned Vivian up and down before he opened the door only slightly. "Step in and we will fix this mess, work is starting soon so I rather we not waste time like this again."
"Yes sir."
Agatha followed them into the kitchen when this time Agatha quickly fixed up the tie. Jasper disappeared and came back with a black brief case. "That's enough obsessing over your dead beat lover Agatha, time to kiss him goodbye, we're leaving."
Jasper turned and checked his pocket watch. Agatha took the chance to mutter improper phrases under her breath, wishing Vivian the best of luck as she left for work. Both women were worried, since tradition and science led that women with practical impractical at the work place. And better for bearing kids and taking care of at home needs.
Vivian was nervous no doubt, but nothing would prepare her for what she saw next.
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Hiding from Mr. Billionaire
Romance"You cannot fool me, I know who you really are." His hot breath fanned Vivian's lips as she stared into his hooded grey eyes. "And if you don't reveal yourself to me, I shall do it by force" It is the mid-19th century. Despite society's efforts to t...
