17. Imposter Training 1. Ophelia's Pov

I wasn't really pleased when Mason brought Fiona as Lila's imposter. She had these dark brown eyes, full lashes, wavy hair that extended to her waistline and those pair of sneaky hazel eyes that made her pass for a dubious person.

 There was nothing resembling Lila in her expression or her smile, or the way she spoke, she also had this smuggish trait in her. 

 However, she fitted for the role but then I decided I didn't like her.

 There wasn't any choice to be made anyway. I couldn't keep shoving sleep potion down Mr Gilmore's throat, I needed Fiona to keep up with my lies and deception until I completed my mission.

 What if Mr Gilmore suddenly insisted on seeing his granddaughter? What if he refused to eat until he'd seen and talked to her, or even touch her and asked her to sing him his favorite song?

 And that pathetic song Lila hummed most times by his bed that caused him to delve into peaceful slumber.

 Arghhhhh! My disgust never failed to rise high whenever I hear that 'lullaby.'

 "Are you listening, Ophelia?" Mason's deep voice brought me back.

 We were in the balcony of my room, quietly drafting our plan most especially how Fiona could be Lila. The little bitch had her hands folded across her chest and was making occasional eye rolls to challenge me.

 "The maids cannot question me and no one dares to snitch. Fiona, you can't just assume Lila's name and her lifestyle, you have to live it. Remember the aim is to deceive Mr Gilmore." I spelt it out.

 I heard a huff from her and my brow creased. 

 "Lila still manages to outshine me even when she's absent. I'm pretty much princess-like. I can act like a spoiled heiress too."

 I hate her gut! But I didn't voice it out.

 "There's no spoiled heiress! Lila is never rough. She's stupidly kind and humble, a whole lot different from the likes of you."

 "That's right." Mason supported and I slapped him with my momentary gaze at him.

 Disloyal little thing.

 "Oh yeah, she didn't grow up surviving on ordinary bread." Fiona hissed.

 Mason and I locked eyes and my expression seemed to say 'calm her down now or else she loses this opportunity!'

 "Fiona, you shouldn't take this lightly. This is the opportunity you've been waiting for, isn't it? You wanted to have what Lila had right from childhood, now it's here on a silver platter, don't toss it out to the dogs." Mason warned.

 Pretty jealous thing! My stare wished to kill the smuggish frown on her face.

 She hesitated for a while, then said; "what do I have to do?"

 "Playing Lila is quite difficult. That girl is one of a kind, you will need some special skills of hers to convince that old thwart. And it won't take you a day, nor will it take you a week."

 "Bring it on. If the goal is to convince Mr Gilmore, I can do that. It should be easy. I will take her room and everything she owns and…"

 "Not her room!" I cut her mid-sentence.

 Mason's raised a brow at me.

 "Why? She's becoming Lila, why can't she?"

 "You will be provided with your own room. You can absolutely have access to anything in the Mansion except Lila's room. It remains locked."

 "Okay. Why?" She asked stubbornly.

 I wasn't ready to start explaining why to me, so I lifted my head high, assumed a confident poise. "Because I said so."

 I made a move to leave, then stopped. 

 "I should remind you both of your places in this Manson. You both should know this and stick it to your brain that your stay here is just temporary until the real people come back." I gazed more intently at Fiona. 

 I opened the door wide enough for them. "Don't try to act funny. I'm a force you won't want to reckon with."

 "You're saying even if I act like Lila, I don't have any authority over you?" Fiona asked.

 "Completely. I hired you. I am your boss, so you don't. I should advise you not to try anything funny." I bit my tongue till it hurts. The blood rage inside me might explode soon.

 She shrugged. "Then what's the point of being Lila?"

 "Fiona!" Mason clicked at her angrily.

 "Isn't this unfair?" She fought back with her hair standing on hair.

 I hated this girl! Obviously disgusted at her audacious act of wanting to challenge my authority. But I knew, deep down, she wasn't a match for me.

 "You think Mr Gilmore has your back? An ill old man who completely relies on someone to help him will save you?"

 She did nothing but huffed.

 I moved closer to her, leaned into her ear, "give me one more reason to kick you out, just one and I won't hesitate to send you back to your slum."

 I couldn't explain the look on Mason's face but I didn't mind. This little bitch was my concern and I was determined to break her wing.

 However I knew she was the perfect person to impersonate Lila, bold, audacious but she was one struggle to deal with.

 "Apologize, Fiona." Mason urged.

 I stayed still, expecting the apology, not that it would be sincere but hearing her say it might quench my fiery rage.

 "I'm sorry, Ophelia." She scoffed and strutted off.

 Her hair made a slight brush at my face. I was supposed to run after her, teeth gnashed and pull those silly strands of her hair till she begged for mercy. But I didn't, instead I broke into a furious smile and let it go.

 Mason abruptly grabbed me into his arms and I allowed myself shrunk in. He kissed me on my neck, fondled my boobs and made me release some quick moans.

 I loved it! And my anger against that dimwit had miraculously died. 

 His lips was sweet, warm and soft. He carried me inside and dropped me on my bed carefully, our lips detached and he was drooling over me, I tore his shirt apart hastily, he lifted my gown up, bent low and started patting my thighs with his lips. Slowly ascending to my vagina.

 I felt the pleasure was going to explode like a grenade inside me if I didn't moan, so, with a full force, subconsciously and enjoying the moment, I made a deep subtle moan as I clenched my bed deeply.