18: Deceit. Mason's Pov

Ophelia made hush snores as she slept on my chest, naked and buried under the fluffy duvet. I stroked her hairline with one hand, raised the other hand to support my head and many thoughts went on in my mind.

 There should be a way around the mansion. There should definitely be a way to access Mr Gilmore's family wealth. Lila told me the documents were hidden somewhere in her room, when I asked where, she looked at me vainly and teased me into guessing.

 Of course I mentioned the closet, a secret room-probably behind her book shelve, under the bed or maybe buried underneath these cream marble coloured tiles-all guesses were wrong.

 Completely wrong!

 She shook her head at every guess with playful smiles, I remembered smiling back at her then pulling her nose to reprimand her naughtiness.

 "Enough play Baby, tell me where it is hidden." I said.

 "Sorry you didn't guess any right, so I can't tell you." She shrugged and released a shrieking laugh that I almost jumped.

 "Darn it, you're making me feel like a loser." I rolled away from her. She slithered towards me and brushed my face with kisses.

 "Maybe I might tell you if you do something for me." I turned to look at her, she bit her lower lips with eyes ogling at me. I thought I knew what she meant.

 Of course, I was going to use my bed skills and poweress to get the information I need.

 I grinned. "What's that, Baby?" Intentionally locking my lips on hers, I chewed into her tongue, then my hand found their way to her boobs and I applied my magic touch. One that no one could resist.

 She did moan! When I saw I've taken her into that realm, I continued asking.

 "Tell me, Baby." I urged while draining pleasure out of her, transporting her into cloud nine.

 "Oh Mason." She groaned my name with an ecstastic desire under me.

 Ophelia shifted slightly on me, an attempt to wake. I pulled her closer then caressed her arm into sleeping back. My thoughts were rumbled and I struggled to gather them back. Besides, I was tired after Ophelia forced me to have four more round of sex with her, my groins burned with aches and I winced at the fifth round.

Terribly. Unfortunately, she didn't think I was crying for my dear life.

 My sigh was tired. I couldn't possibly be shuffled in bed all day with Ophelia. Besides, my stomach had been contracting horribly. I got myself out of bed, carefully pushing her away so she won't wake, then tiptoed out of the room to the kitchen. 

 It was my fifth day as the head guard and I still felt uncomfortable in this Mansion. I feared Lila might burst in one day, pointing a knife at me and ordering me to get out. But that was all the worst that could happen anyway. She would hate me and never wanted to see me again.

 But Ophelia, I wonder what she would do. It would be hard for her to let me go because of what we've been having. I made sure I gave her a good time she wouldn't forget. So I would never be completely cut off from the Gilmore's household because Ophelia would hold onto me.

 "Dear brother!" Fiona quick sharp voice sounded from the dinning room. I glanced back at her, she was wearing this amusing stare that I couldn't guess why.

 "How long have you been there?" I asked while checking the cupboards for something quick to munch.

 She walked briskly toward me. "I see you're done with your thrusting game with Ophelia. Let me guess, she loves it and wanted more."

 I was reminded of my pain and I grunted. I saw a chilled blueberry juice in the fridge and I happily took it out, un-lid it and gulped it down like that.

 "Well, when is that bitch going down!" Her voice almost rose high.

 I dropped the drink, closed the lid and faced Fiona, whose angry stare could almost split me open if it could.

 I felt this surging anger in me, swiftly, I clamped her jaw tightly in my hand until I could feel the pressure perusing my fingers. 

 She fought vainly back as she tried to break free. Tears were already making their way out of her eyes.

 "Don't you dare try to act on your own accord in this house. If you do anything to sabotage my plans? Even if it's a little shake, I will definitely snap this ranting jaw of yours and you won't be able to complain again, I promise you!" I released her jaw and she staggered back with a soft whimper.

 "I'm sorry."

 "Now that's better. You're Lila in this house and you behave like one. You will meet Mr Gilmore tomorrow, do you know what that means?" I resumed taking my juice.

 "I….I can't act like Lila. I don't know how to act like I care!" 

 I laughed dryly because she was awfully right. Fiona and Lila were two different individuals with different personalities and different worlds. While Fiona wanted everything under her feet, Lila preferred to share and be left with little or nothing.

 If you asked me to choose, I'll go for Fiona. Because you would've created this sense of boundary for predators and beasts looking to snatch what you have. Fiona's vile stare would have pushed me away from the start if she were Lila.

 "You can act like Lila. It's just so easy, be good."

 "You call that easy? You want me to laugh even when I don't feel like it, frown when I don't really care if someone was hurt? Why can't I be me?"

 I snickered. "If you want to be you that bad, go back home." 

 "Brother, you know I wanted this life more than anything. If my pretense is just for Mr Gilmore, then why should I do it all the time?"

 "Ophelia…"

 "Then Ophelia should go! I'm Lila. Lila has unquestionable authority here. Don't you get it?"

 Fiona desperation was making my temple throbs. I feared she was going to ruin my plans.

 "You see Lila's room? That's where the family's wealth lies. I was surprised Ophelia wouldn't give you access to her room instead provided another one, but I need to get into that room. Whatever it takes!" I said in hushed tone.

 "That means Ophelia knew where it's hidden."

 "Yeah, she should." I remarked.

 "And?..." She threw a questioning look at me.

 I wasn't catching the clue. "so what?"

 "Ugh!!! Do you just let Ophelia molest you like one hopeless idiot? Use your skill to get it out of her."

 Ohhhhh. "Hmmm. That's right but Ophelia is smart." I folded my hands on my chest, deliberating.

 "C'mon, nobody is in their right senses if they're under the wave of sex." 

 She was right. I've studied Ophelia well enough to know she didn't act like herself when I thrust into her.

 Bingo! My aim for the next two months was to coerce Ophelia into spilling the beans.

 My eyes caught a figure standing my the kitchen door and my fear rose high like a smoke.

 "How may I help you?" I asked aloud. 

 It was one of the maid, Mr Gilmore's personal care assistant. Grin Hilda. She came inside the kitchen with a knowing expression, I wondered if she heard what we've discussed.

 "Mr Gilmore wants a cup of his blueberry juice." She announced.

 Our eyes wandered to the blueberry juice in my hand, it was almost finished. Fiona grinned stupidly.

 "Uhm…" I managed. I noticed her fingers were biting into each other, fidgeting, she stood restless.

 I concluded she must have been listening to our conversation and she knew our plan. I grabbed her without thi

nking and pushed her against the wall. Snarles and threat, I growled;

 "What did you hear???"