Valery

Valery - Chapter 2

chapter II

“Holy Shit!” I almost fall on my face. I walk in to a fantasy. A King size four post bed sits at the left of the room with an abundance of crimson, white and black chiffon, silk and throw pillows everywhere. On the right side of the bed is a black iron small circle table with a matching chair in the corner. To the left of the door is a huge plasma screen TV with a gorgeous crimson red Cleopatra seat in front of it. In the middle of the room is another large black iron table which can sit six people in comfortable black iron chairs with white cushions.

I walk over to the door on the left of the bed and gasp; a huge deep gold spa bath sits in the middle of the room, in the far corner a large shower with two heads and behind the basin and wall there is the toilet. I walk out of the magnificent bathroom and cross the room to another set of double doors. I walk into a gigantic walk in wardrobe, hanging space on both sides of it with draws and shelf space in the middle. A mirror and stool is on the end of the wardrobe; I notice some clothes already in the wardrobe and scan through them. After the inspection, I go into the next door beside the wardrobe and stumble into a cozy study room. Dark wood desk and large bookcase is in there as well as a black leather desk chair and a comfy looking white reading armchair with a reading light next to it.

Utterly exhausted I stagger back to my wardrobe and find something to change into. I’m way too tired to do anything so I part the chiffon hanging from the bed, throw some pillows on the floor, get under the thick duvet and practically pass out.

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The smell of bacon and eggs wake me up from the most wonderful sleep of my life. An older lady is standing by the small table setting up my breakfast, I stretch and hop out of bed. “Good morning, my name is Valery but you can call me Val.”

The women turns around, she is a Hispanic lady with warm brown eyes and a kind smile. She reminds me of someone’s grandmother with her short and wide stature. She smiles, “Hello Ms. Valery my name is Rosa and I am the House Mom. I make sure everyone is happy and in order. This is your breakfast and your schedule for today.” She hands me a freaking booklet. God, my dad has OCD or something.

I walk over and sit down by my food; suddenly famished I drop my schedule and dig in. After finishing my plate and listening to Rosa read out what my day includes I begin to feel a burning sensation in my throat, crap. “Ah Rosa, do you know where Blake is this morning? I need to discuss something with him and it’s pretty important.”

Rosa shakes her head, “My child he is in his morning business meeting. You will have to wait another hour.”

Another hour and I will be sucking one of the staff dry. I swallow hard and smile faintly. Rosa takes my plate and informs me that she’ll be back in an hour to collect me for a meeting; I rush through a shower and getting dressed before realising the heavy drapes on the wall. I open the drapes to a spectacular view over Blake’s gardens and a large bay window seat. I open a window and breathe in the fresh air; I need blood and freaking fast. I find a phone in my study with a directory of different numbers. I call the conference room and Blake answers, “Hey Blake its Val. I’m so sorry for interrupting but this is important.”

“What is it Val?” He says in a concerned voice.

I fidget in my seat, “Can you come to my room, if you’re not too busy?”

“I’ll be there in a second,” the line goes out.

Two minutes later there is a knock at the door, Blake steps in and smiles. I’m sitting at the window seat so the scent of Blake doesn’t drive me crazy, “What’s up Val?”