Chapter 3

Isabella POV

"If you need anything, dial number 1 on that intercom." Hayden instructed, pointing to the device which was lying on the nightstand of my room and I nodded.

"May I leave then?" he asked politely.

"Sure. Good night!" I beamed smiling at him.

"You have to wake up before 7 a.m as by the time schedule so you can have break fast with Mr.Roberts and can discuss with him about your payment detailedly." he adviced.

"Got it."

Then he nodded at me and I thanked him before entering into my new room.

My eyes scanned each and every place of it as soon as I closed the door behind me. Oh My God, If my room competes with this one, it'd get eliminate in the first round.

I mean, a room with higher ceilings and modern furnitures with French bed and a 60 inches TV screen were too luxury to be in a babysitter's room. Plus there was a tiny balcony, giving me the beautiful night view of the London city.

After admiring the beauty of my fancy room, I made my way to the couch where my luggages have kept on and unzipped one of them and dug my hand into it, searching for an outfit.

Then I walked into the bathroom, which kind of seemed like another room too, and changed into an over-sized hoodie and a pair of shorts.

After laying on my bed and making myself comfortable, I grabbed my phone and turned on it. I frowned when I saw five missed calls from my mom and three missed calls from Trevor. I lied on my stomach and quickly dialed my mom's number.

She answered on the second ring, "Bella! How many times I'm calling you?"

"Sorry mom.. Now only the interview has finished and when I turned on the phone as soon as I reached my room, I called you." I explained, letting out a sigh.

"Oh, so how was your interview?" she asked and I smiled before responding.

"I got selected, mom! I'm so happy right now. And you know what? This guy is filthy rich and currently I'm living in a palace!" I squealed.

"Really?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, and his daughter looks really cute and pretty. I already like both of them, mom." I beamed and heard a gasp on the other line.

"What?"

"No, no mom. I didn't mean it like that. I mean.. they are really nice and cool." I clarified.

"Oh.." she sighed. "So what about her mom?"

I recalled the incident that happened earlier and furrowed my brows. "They never mentioned about her so I just didn't bother to ask either."

"Oh..so I take you're feeling all good and happy?" she asked warily and I nodded enthusiastically as if she could see me.

"Yeah, mom. But-"

"But what?"

"Hereafter I can speak with you once in a week which was one of the crappy rules of my boss." I said bitterly.

"What? Could you stay without speaking to me for a whole week? That's why I refused to send you there, Bella!" she ranted and I heard a beep sound through my ear which made me look at the screen.

It's Trevor!

I kept my phone on my ear again and voiced "Mom..I'll call you later. Trevor's calling me." and with that I hung up the phone without waiting for her reply.

As soon as I attended Trevor's call he spoke. "Hey babe.."

I missed this voice so much!

"Trevor!" I chirped.

"Whenever I call you, the phone would be not reachable or the line would be busy. with whom are you talking to?" he asked and I could feel he must be frowning right now.

"Sorry, Trevor. Now only the interview has finished and I'm talking with mom." I stated.

"Why didn't you inform me that you are coming to London?"

"Slipped my mind, my bad. Anyway we are staying in the same city after a long time, aren't you happy?" I asked smiling at myself.

"Of course I am."

"Hmm.. I know right. Oh and one more thing, you can talk to me all you want today; Only today." I said.

"And why is that?" he sounded so confused.

"Because my boss, I mean the father of the kid I'm babysitting, said that I'm only allowed to call anyone once in a week." I explained.

"That guy doesn't have any rights to boss you around."

"Technically he's my boss, Trevor. So I have to do some sacrifices as you did. You left me all alone in Bradford and moved to London for your lame job!" I groaned and I heard him sigh before speaking.

"Babe.. but I'm working my ass off only for you." he stated and I rolled my eyes.

"I know, but try to unders-" I cut off by him.

"Okay, whatever you say. Gonna miss you and I love you." he said in a sing-song voice and before I could reply the door knocked loudly and I hung up the phone and put it on my hoodie pocket. Who must be knocking on the door at this time?

I opened the door and saw one of the guards standing and I smiled at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Mr.Roberts wanted you to meet him." he said boldly.

Huh? Wasn't he mad at me half an hour ago? Was he going to give me a lecture or something?

"Well but.. isn't it too late?" I asked and the guard extended the iPad that he was holding.

"He's on the line."

When I was about to to take it, I felt my phone vibrating but I just ignored it and grabbed the iPad and saw his flawless face on the screen but frowned when he was looking away at some files.

"Come to my office now." he ordered still not sparing a glance at me.

"Okay sir! Just give me two minutes." I replied hastily and when I was about to handover the iPad to the guard, Christian voiced.

"Hey! Why do you need that much of time?" Is two minutes that much of time?

"Well, To change my clothes.." I said hesitantly and he finally turned his gaze towards me and frowned.

"You look fine. Come with this." he demanded hanging up the facetime call and I sighed thinking about my pathetic life. I'm not even wearing a bra right now.

Reluctantly I followed the guard who led me the way to Christian's office and stepped out of the elevator after thanking him. There was no one in that room so I made my way to the cabin door and tapped it with my knuckles.

"May I come in sir?" I asked and heard a 'yes' from inside.

I entered in and Christian's backside was facing me as he was staring at the long narrow window.

"Sir?" I said, making him acknowledge my presence.

He turned and his eyes scanned me all over and I resisted the urge of pulling my hoodie down my knees as he could see my bare thighs clearly. I cleared my throat and he set his gaze back to my face without hiding the playful smirk on his face.

"Had your dinner?"

I shook my head and he turned around keeping a few strides and glanced at me over his shoulder. "C'mon. Let's eat then."

I was at a loss for words as I stared at him without moving. I just didn't understand the terms and conditions of working under him, I guess.

"What? Come on."

I nodded and followed him and he opened the door which I assumed to be another room. He sat on the couch which was behind the table that had a couple of boxes of pizza. I sat on the arm chair beside the couch and watched Christian in confusion as I had no idea what to do next.

He took a plate and offered it to me. "Have how much you want, no need to be shy."

I grabbed it muttering. "All you have is just pizza though."

I heard him chuckle and I looked up and facepalmed myself mentally as it was quite loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm sorry. It's so rude of me to sa-"

"If you want something else, I can order." he cut me off, placing two slices of pepporoni pizza on his plate.

"No. I'm fine thankyou." I just took a slice of cheese pizza, not wanting to embarrass myself more.

We didn't speak anything until we finished eating and the silence wasn't awkward in my point of view.

"With whom were you speaking earlier on your phone?" he questioned wiping his mouth with the serviette and thank God I swallowed slice of pizza or else I would have choked on my food.

"Sorry?"

"You heard me." he smirked and I looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"H-How do you know?"

"Well.. I have fixed hidden cameras in your room." he said casually, sipping the glass of water.

"What!?" I shrieked and was about to drop my plate on the floor.

I changed my dress in that room, I mean in the bathroom.. but still.. Oh My Gosh!

"Did you see everything?" I asked, my voice was almost a whisper.

"Yeah." he shrugged nonchalantly and I stood up furiously and he looked at me with a smug look.

"Why the hell did you do that?" I shrieked and he leaned back on the couch, looking up at me with raised brows.

"Last time I checked, you said never swear."

"Hell is not a curse word."

"Well, It is." he retorted.

"It's not."

"It is." he nodded, giving me a deadpan look.

"Okay, but that's not the problem here. I wanted to know why you did such a cruel thing. Tell me!" I hissed and he stood up, keeping a stride towards me.

"jeez Isabella, calm down.. I didn't see anything and there is no hidden cameras in your room. When I tried to call you, your line was busy so I just guessed." he explained and I sighed loudly in relief but frowned at the same time. Why's he playing with me?

"And hand over your phone to me." he commanded.

"Uh.. why?" I questioned.

"How can I trust you that you won't call anyone if you'd have your phone? What if you break my rules? So once in a week you can come to my office and get your phone from me." he told which made me roll my eyes.

Anyhow I tucked my hand in the pocket of my hoodie and grabbed the phone and handed it over to him. While he was taking it from me, his fingers traced mine and I felt the strange feeling once again but I pretended to ignore it.

He flipped the phone, glancing it before putting it into his pant pocket while I was looking at him with furrowed brows.

As I've set a password on my phone he wouldn't be able to get any information of mine from my phone so I guess, there was no need to freak out; but he was kind of freaking me out.

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