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Chapter 15

The mansion stretched out beyond my range of vision, you can only imagine the shock I experienced when I heard this was his childhood home. I remember Layla briefing me about their wealth, but I had underestimated the sheer authority the Morrises held. So this is what it meant to be at the top one percent, I could only stare in astonishment.

"Look at me." Nathan demands, negligent to the horror unwinding on my face.

"Um.."

He bites his lips harshly before grabbing my arm, "Just act like you did that day in the council room, and you'll be fine."

Was that suppose to make me feel better, he straight out called me a liar, not that I wasn't one. But that didn't make me feel any less worried.

I let out a short cry as he presses on my lips, shuffling my hair. He unbuttons a couple of his dress shirt. I shade behind my fingers as I realize the intent of his odd actions, he was trying to make it seem like we had just made out!

"Stop it." I mutter as he continues pinching his neck, light pink forming around his built nape.

"Let's go."

He drags me through the hallways, renaissance styled paintings hanged on the muted walls. He strolls carelessly inside an office, its interior dressed in ash wood.

"I apologize for my late arrival." Nathan speaks, leading the small of my waist to an empty couch, "I hope you don't mind I brought someone along."

"And who this?" The man taking up the lever chair seethes, his words holding a bitter lining.

His forearm muscles appearing to be cut from stone he stares me down with those familiar piercing blue eyes. He was no doubt Nathan's father, a stunning beauty places her hand on his arm calming the raging man down.

She looked nothing like Nathan with her delicately curled blonde hair and matching sandy eyes. She wore a grande dress her heavy set cleavage in show, serving to aid her dripping sex appeal.

"This is Hayes." He purposely eludes, "Hayes, this is my father, Campbell and his wife Laraugh. She'll be here instead of the fifth girl. "

Hayes? He couldn't come up with anything better. "Oh." The blonde bombshell evades staring me up and down. The stark silence purposing to make me feel uncomfortable, I rub my hands together.

"So tell me, I really want to know." Laraugh quires, simultaneously reapplying her deep red lipstick. "What happened to Daisy?"

"She wasn't able to come."

"You think I'm stupid!" She suddenly raises her voice, "Do you know how much I spent looking for her."

"Too bad your not the one of the elders."

I stand behind him, shielded by his vast torso. It was a cowardly thing to do, but I wasn't taking any chances, at least not when my opponent looked as if she snacked on infant souls before dinner.

"I only want the best for you honey." She says a sigh passing her lips, the faux gesture only lasting for a few seconds, "And you should've at least went for an upgrade."

Physically stopping the anger showing on my face I force out a smile, "That's enough." Mr.Campbell hisses silencing the both of them. "Nathaniel come."

He gives me a smooth peck ruffling my wig, "I'll be back."

Laraugh places her hand on her chin a vile smirk in place, "Why are you still here.." she stops halfway through, the tall silhouette saving me from the one-sided butcher. "Greyson, dear you came!"

My attention being drawn to the front of the room, Laraugh rushing to the man idly standing next to the door, her comic breasts swaying fluidly as she guides him in.