The Billionaire's Mask
"You shall not enter Master Brandon's bedroom or his study. He's not a patient man. No one is allowed to enter his room. You can do whatever you want in this house, but, never enter into his room until you are permitted to. Do you understand?" Madam Lennie said. It was clearly marked in her eyes on how serious she was.
I gulped in nervousness. I should really keep that in mind.
I nodded. "I understand, Madam. May I ask you a question, Madam Lennie?" there's a hint of hesitation in my voice, whether I'm going to ask her or not.
"Yes, Miss Hart," she said, we stopped in the middle of walking at the long stairway.
"I noticed the painting on the living room. Is he the Master?" I remember exactly the features of the man in the painting. Dark hair, chiseled jaws, piercing gray eyes, perfect nose bridge, thin pinkish lips and an expressionless face. Despite being stoic, the man in the painting looked incredibly hot.
She looked at me, "One more thing, that's going to be the last time you are going to ask me that." And then she turned away.