Rebecca's pov
*Day 3
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His soft plump lips trailed kisses down my neck to my collar bone, I moaned with pleasure as his fingers traced my skin, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body, and a trail of fire following.
This was what I'd longed for, the feeling of intimate pleasure- skin on skin and hearts beating as one.
He raised his head up to kiss my swollen lips, I smiled into the kiss as I sank my fingers into his thick black hair, his hair was really soft, just like I'd imagined it to be.
He sucked on my neck and I was pretty sure to get hickeys the next morning. This was the life, the life I'd always wanted to have with him, my Mason.
"Oh Mason." I whispered into his ears.
I felt his body stiffen when I called the name, he looked up at me and I opened my eyes, wanting to ask him why he stopped, only it wasn't Mason on top of me, it was Emeliano! Emeliano?! "Ahhhhhhhh." I screamed.
I felt the beads of sweat run down my forehead as I jumped upright in bed, my breathing was harsh as I tried to wrap my head around the crazy dream I had.
Seriously? Wet dreams now?
I looked over at the bedside clock, it was eight fifty two am, how did I sleep for so long?
Emeliano's room was quiet, not even a whisper to be heard from the whole house, it only made me wonder why someone would choose to live in an area where there was literally no one. But then again, this place was like a castle.
Without further ado, I quickly took my bath and put on decent clothes before I went downstairs.
I hadn't fully gotten the chance to explore this mansion and I knew that I couldn't because there were guards planted at every corner of the mansion.
Guards with unfriendly eyes.
Making my way to the kitchen, I found Greta, preparing to set the table.
"Morning Greta." I greeted her with a smile. Greta raised her head and smiled at me.
"Morning Miss Rebecca."
"I told you I preferred Becca." I said to her, helping her set the table.
"It doesn't sound right, and Sir Emeliano wouldn't like that." Greta said.
"When has Sir Emeliano ever liked anything?" Another voice chipped in, I turned to find a girl that looked just like Greta but a little bit younger than her, she was also wearing the work uniform.
"Quiet Reign." Greta warned her.
I only smiled and looked at Reign. "Hi, I'm Becca." I said.
"Reign, Greta's younger sister, I'm sorry for my manners... I just happened to overhear your conversation and I couldn't help myself." She gave an apologetic smile.
"Oh, it's okay, I agree with you anyway. I think Emeliano's middle name is Moody." I answered and laughter burst from both Reign, Greta and even other workers that were around me.
"He wasn't always like this." Said another voice. "I'm Pablo by the way."
"Hello Pablo." I turned with a smile. "What do you mean by he wasn't always like this?" I had to ask, I was curious- I couldn't even imagine Emeliano being good.
"He was different, he was Better, but ever since that witch stepped her foot into this mansion, things turned different." Pablo said.
I creased my brows. "And who's this witch?"
I saw Greta giving Pablo the eyes warning look. "You don't need to know that, and besides, it's not our place to tell." Greta told me.
"But why?" I asked.
"We'll get in trouble if we tell, see those guards over there?" Reign whispered to me.
I looked behind me to find two guards looking in our direction. "What about them?" I asked, turning to face her again.
"They're monitoring everything, if we tell, We'll be out of this mansion by tomorrow morning, or maybe in five seconds flat." He said.
I sighed. "Emeliano never tells me anything."
"Why do you want to know anyways? You're here for a different reason, right?" Pablo asked.
Am I? Emeliano clearly told me that I wasn't the Rebecca he was talking about, but why didn't I believe him? Why does it feel like I am here for an entirely different reason? "I don't even know anymore. I just feel like I deserve the right to know the real reason-if, there's a real reason."
Greta smiled at me. "Don't think about it too much- you'll be out of here in no time, this is your third day here, you have just eleven days left.. you'll survive."
"I hope so." I muttered.
After that, I had my breakfast and helped Reign clear the table. We, also took care of the dishes together, it's not like there wasn't any worker available to do that, we just wanted to do it.
Reign was really easy to talk to, she talked like we have been friends for like, ever.
"Is there a garden around the mansion?" I asked her when we finished with the dishes.
"Yeah, wanna see it?" She asked me.
"Yeah, I could really use some fresh air right now." Some fresh garden air.
She smiled at me and led me to the garden, it was away from the mansion, I could already get a whiff of the sweet scent of flowers. My eyes caught the huge garden that was protected by something that looked like a shed, but it was white and huge.
Stepping in, I felt as if I was home again, the beautiful flowers filled my sight, the sweet smell turned my senses into jelly, my love for gardens are undefinable.
"I'll leave you to it, I still have a bunch of work to finish inside the house." Reign informed me.
"Alright." I smiled at her and watched her leave.
Well, I think I just found my new favorite spot in this mansion. The garden was indeed beautiful, it was blessed with so many roses, white lilies and other beautiful flowers.
I picked up a rose flower and inhaled the glorious scent oozing from it.
I wonder if my garden was still flourishing in the Lewis' estate... Did April remember to check on it from time to time? Is it as beautiful as it was when I left?
"If I could get a camera right now, I would take dozens of photos, these are the kind of moments when I wished my eyes could take pictures." I turned to the sound of the deep male voice.
My eyes widened at who I saw.
"Hi Becca- Nice to meet you, again." He said with a breath-taking smile.
"Marcos."