Chapter 8 Mistaken identity
“Get in.”
The door barely opened before his voice cracked like a whip.
“Excuse me?” I lifted a brow, ready to drag whoever thought barking orders at me was acceptable.
He didn’t waste time. His hand shot forward, wrapped around my wrist, and whoosh, I was yanked inside.
And then the smell hit me.
Sex, alcohol and what I can only describe as “I-will-regret-entering-this-room.”
My eyes widened, seeing bedroom toys littered the floor. Whips, handcuffs, bottles, worn sheets and a questionable feather.
It looked like a crime scene from Fifty Shades of WHAT THE HELL.
And Rosee Knight, the billionaire I kissed, sat on the edge of the bed like a sin incarnate. Long legs spread, lips lazy, eyes cold.
I swallowed.
Holy Shit.
Why this same man? He owns the house I'm about to babysit? No wonder the pay is huge.
But somehow, he looked even hotter in person. Dangerously hot. ‘I could ruin your life with a smirk’ hot.
He eyed me slowly, wickedly.
“They sent someone sexier this time,” he said, voice low. “Undress.”
My soul nearly flew out of my body.
“Huh… I think there’s a mistake,” I stammered.
He groaned, irritated. “Not again. Can you do your job? I don’t have all day.”
“I’m here for the job…not this,” I said, confused, embarrassed, and ready to evaporate.
He froze.
Then he reached into the drawer beside him and pulled out a condom.
“What’s your name?”
“Rain.”
“Rain,” he repeated, nodding like he’d just confirmed something extremely stupid. “I already paid your agency. It’s your first day, isn’t it? They said they’d send me a virgin. Now, let's start with a head.”
…Is this the kind of man he is?
Eww.
“No, I can't do this.” I said, walking toward the door.
But he was faster.
His hand wrapped around my waist, yanked me back, and the lock clicked shut. My heart somersaulted when he touched me.
He moved to his Calvin Klein boxers and slid them down.
“What the HELLY!!!” I screamed.
"No, seriously. WHY IS YOUR DICK SO SMALL?!”
Rosee rolled his eyes. "Just get to work. Don't act like you aren't happy and lucky to share a room with me."
"Over my dead body. Not over a dick that is the size of my finger! It ain't worth Calvin Klein boxers."
He leveled me with a flat stare. “Rain, do your job or I will call your agency.”
“WHAT JOB?!”
“The one most women would kill to have. Now undress.”
He smirked. “I’ll even add an extra $5000.”
My ears perked. My morals wavered.
I saw my bills dancing around my head, reminding me.
Five. Thousand. Dollars.
Moon goddess, why do you test me?
“Apart from the head,” I croaked, “anything else?”
“Sex.” he replied.
My body went cold, but I nodded faintly.
“For the money,” I whispered.
He patted the floor. “Come here.”
I dropped to my knees in front of him, wanting to die but also desperately needing that money.
He tilted his chin. “Put it in your mouth.”
I wrapped my hand around him still unimpressed and slid the cap into my mouth. In, out. In again. Trying not to gag from humiliation more than the act itself.
He only stared at me like I was doing nothing. Maybe I was indeed doing nothing.
"This won't work, climb the bed." He rolled his eyes.
He lifted me easily and stripped off my clothes. My cleavage spilled out; his eyes darkened.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, kissing me softly.
He carried me to the bed, hovering over me.
This wasn’t how I imagined it.
Instead of touching me where I expected — at my flower, he lowered his mouth to my neck. His lips brushed my skin.
Then...
Fangs pierced my skin.
My eyes flew wide.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
Pain rushed down my spine, followed by heat.
“R-Rosee,” I wheezed.
He wasn’t kissing me.
He was biting me.
Drinking my blood.
The room spun and fingers went numb.
My body felt heavy, too heavy.
My cursed blood dripped down my shoulder.
And his hair changed right before my fading vision.
It turned a violent, unnatural purple.
“What are… you?”
My voice dissolved.
Everything blurred and darkness swallowed me whole.
My eyes snapped open to a blinding white ceiling. Everywhere in my body hurts.
My neck throbbed, my legs trembled, and my lips felt sore. My throat was dry. My clothes were gone. And I was lying on a very big expensive bed.
A thick blanket covered me from the chest down. I blinked, confused, then panicked.
“W–Where the hell am I?!”
Suddenly, something cold pressed against my forehead.
“You’re awake.”
Rosee Knight.
The billionaire with a dick the size of my pinky.
And apparently…
THE MAN WHO DRANK MY BLOOD LIKE A FREAKING CHAMPAGNE BEFORE I PASSED OUT.
Wait! Could he be the Vampire that took me home that day?
A vampire with fangs?
Suddenly everything made sense and made no sense at all.
My eyes widened as I shoved the blanket up to cover my chest.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” I screamed, scooting far, far away until I hit the headboard.
He didn’t flinch nor apologize.
He just sat there on the edge of the bed, shirtless, messy hair, grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low.
“What the hell did you do to me?!” I croaked.
He stared at me with bored, half-lidded eyes. “Calm down.”
“CALM DOWN?! YOU BIT ME! I’m not your midnight snack! You vampire.”
“Vampire?” he let out a dark, hoarse chuckle, rubbing his temples. “Calling me those weak creatures is an insult.”
“Ohhh, insult,” I mocked. “So instead of being a vampire wannabe, you’re a dog?!”
He shot me a glare so sharp I swallowed my sarcasm instantly.
I clutched the blanket tighter.
“H–How long was I out?”
“Four hours.”
“FOUR?!” I squeaked. “You knocked me out for FOUR HOURS?!”
“You’re welcome,” he muttered. “You were bleeding.”
I froze.
My hand flew to my neck. There were bandages.
I stared at him, then at my bare shoulders under the blanket.
“Did… did you… do anything to me after I passed out?”
He scoffed loudly. “Relax. You’re not my type.”
I gasped, offended. “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”
“Exactly what it sounds like,” he said. “I prefer women who don’t scream when they see my dick.”
“That was SELF-DEFENSE,” I hissed.
His lips twitched.
Holy crap.
Was that a smirk?!
He stood up, muscles rippling as he stretched.
“Get dressed.”
“Where are my clothes?”
“They’re in the closet. You drooled on your old ones.”
“I did not...”
“You drooled.”
“I did not drool!”
“You drooled,” he repeated firmly.
“Ok fine maybe but only a little!” I snapped, crossing my arms.
He walked past me toward the massive glass window, pulling the curtains open. My eyes widened.
We're on the top floor. With a view of the entire city. Cars looked like ants.
Suddenly, the door burst open, a small boy maybe seven or eight ran in wearing superhero pajamas and no shoes.
He jumped straight at Rosee.
“DADDYY!”
And then he ricocheted off, paused to
stared at me.
“Whoa…” the boy whispered. “Who is she?”
He blinked.
“…are you our new maid?”
“I am not your maid.”
“Yes, she is,” Rosee said without hesitation.
“I'm not." I corrected, smiling at the young boy.
“You want the job or not?” he asked, already bored.
"What job?" My jaw unhinged.
"I found out I mistook you for a sex worker. Precious later told me you came for the nanny job. Take this, that should be enough." He threw a bundle of notes at me.
“Excuse me!! YOU DRAGGED ME HERE, BIT ME, KIDNAPPED ME, NEARLY KILLED ME, AND INSULTED ME, BUT NOT EVEN AN APOLOGY FROM YOU!”