Third

“Finished admiring my good looks, miss?”

The heavy, slightly husky voice flowed beautifully into Agnes' ears, causing the girl to sit back down with her cheeks flushed with no intention of raising her head to look at the incarnation of the Greek God towering over her.

Feeling ignored, the man stepped closer to Agnes until the man's masculine scent intensified, making it difficult for Agnes to breathe. No! It wasn't that she was short of breath, but she was afraid to savor the scent that could hypnotize her for a moment.

Call Agnes weird, but that was the truth. Agnes loved the smell of men's masculine perfume. I don't know about you, but to Agnes, the masculine smell of some men was soothing and comforting.

The man squatted right in front of her making her tremble with fear. With a quick movement Agnes moistened her lips which were drying out due to the cold air around her, it did not go unnoticed by the man making him flash a faint smile.

“What are you doing in the middle of the night like this, little girl?” the man asked while gently stroking Agnes' long hair. MISTAKE! More precisely, fixing Agnes' messy hairdo.

The girl didn't answer, preferring to twirl her white T-shirt and occasionally wet her lips that were quickly drying out due to the increasingly cold night air.

Agnes suddenly felt lost when the man's hands were no longer on her head. He got up and put his hands in the pockets of his cloth pants.

“Do you want to come with me?” the man asked, again.

Agnes looked up at the face of the incarnation of the Greek god before her, then turned to stare at the man's hand that suddenly extended towards her.

The beautiful girl's face looked like she was deep in thought, judging by the wrinkles on her sweaty and slightly dirty forehead.

Images of her mother's treatment flashed through her head. Her mother's harsh treatment and the life she'd lived that was full of obstacles. Without waiting any longer Agnes grabbed the man's big, burly hand and stood staring right into his brown eyes.

Agnes nodded. “Yes, I want to come!” she said firmly and was immediately greeted with the man's wide smile.

Without waiting any longer, the man led Agnes to his shiny red Ferrari with a big smile that stunned his men. For all they knew, their master was stingy and rude. But what they saw today was the complete opposite of the master's nature.

**

- Turkey, Istanbul | Jazzton Mansion, 3.30 AM

Here Agnes was, in the mansion of the handsome man who had helped her earlier. Jovin Jazzton, that was his name. A handsome man with a height of about 187 cm, a firm jaw, a sharp nose, a sharp gaze with brown eyeballs coupled with his neat brown haircut and exotic skin made him look sexy and don't forget his athletic body shape.

Yes, that's how Agnes describes Jovin.

Agnes was very grateful about meeting Jovin Jazzton, the handsome man who brought her to this mansion a few hours ago.

“Jovin.” Agnes muttered the name again.

She was actually a little confused as to what to call him, given his mature age. Although not too old, if I'm not mistaken, he was around 24 years old. At first, Agnes called Jovin Uncle, but the man denied it because he was still too young to call him that.

Agnes again changed her nickname to brother, but the man said. “I'm not your brother, so don't call me brother!” he said while they were still inside his red Ferrari.

Jovin said he just wanted Agnes to call him Jo or Jov without any additions. And well, Agnes decided to call him Jo. Although with a heavy heart, because Agnes felt she was being disrespectful to someone older than her.

They didn't talk much in the red Ferrari, he just introduced himself and then asked Agnes what her name was and how old she was. And when Agnes told him her age, Jovin immediately slammed on the brakes, making Agnes' head almost hit the dashboard if there was no seat belt holding her body.

Agnes knew he was surprised to learn that she was 17 years old and not even 165 cm tall. Yes, many would say her beautiful and cute face is hypnotizing to anyone who sees her. Others think that she's just about to enroll in Senior High School, but she's not. She is about to enroll in university.

**

7.00 AM

This morning was different for Agnes. When she opened her eyes, she felt like she was born again. There was no more of her mother's screaming or yanking. This time was completely different.

“Good morning, Miss. How did you sleep last night?” The soft greeting that Agnes believed belonged to a middle-aged woman flowed beautifully in her ears, making Agnes turn her gaze towards the source of the voice.

“Yes?” replied Agnes confused. She felt strange about the call from the middle-aged woman who was standing in front of the open door of her room.

The middle-aged woman, dressed as a servant, smiled gently and stepped towards Agnes.

“Introducing, I am Nori Brunella. The butler of this mansion, everyone here calls me Nori,” she introduced herself.

Agnes nodded her head while looking at Nori with an innocent gaze. “Me, Agnes Alexandra. Just call me Agnes without Miss,” she said making Nori chuckle amusedly. I don't know where his master got this innocent girl named Agnes.

“Alright, I'll try. So now I'll help you get ready and then go downstairs for breakfast,” Nori said and Agnes nodded in understanding.

After that Nori went straight to the sliding door which Agnes knew was a walk-in-closet. Meanwhile, she went to the bathroom door to clean her body.

* *

Jovin exhaled roughly because it had been 10 minutes since he had waited for the girl he had brought to his mansion a few hours ago. However, until now the girl had not shown her nose.

Being tired of waiting, Jovin intended to approach the girl but when he looked back, for a moment the man became a statue. There, the girl he was waiting for was walking towards him with slow steps while staring at the interior design of his mansion. With an elegant long-sleeved dress that clung to her baby pink body above the thighs that showed how smooth her legs were, although there were a few scratches but it could still make Jovin hot and cold himself.

“Damn!” he swore softly without taking his eyes off Agnes who was getting closer to him. Meanwhile, Agnes who received Jovin's sharp gaze quickly lowered her head and continued to force her feet to step closer to the man.

“Sorry for my tardiness Jo, it took me a long time to get ready,” Agnes said after arriving and sitting on one of the chairs not far from Jovin.

“Who are you talking to, me or your leg?” asked Jovin in a flat tone. He didn't like it when his interlocutor preferred to keep his head down.

“You,” Agnes replied quietly, still looking down.

“Look at me!” Agnes slowly raised her face, looking at Jovin who was sitting at the end of the dining table not far from her.

Their eyes met for a few moments until a voice snapped them out of their reverie.

“Um, excuse me sir. Sorry if I'm interrupting, but I have something to report to you!” The husky voice of the blue-eyed man made Agnes' cheeks flush red with embarrassment. Jovin, on the other hand, cursed rudely as his activities were interrupted by his assistant, Abercio Leopard.

“Bully,” Jovin hissed. Abercio, feeling guilty, lowered his head.

Agnes silently stared at Abercio and Jovin in turn until her eyes collided with the brown-eyed owner again, making her stutter.

“Little girl, you eat first. After that, wait for me at the home theater, I have something to talk to you about. Nori will lead you there,” she said as she grasped and gently stroked Agnes' fingers on the table, making the girl's heart skip a beat.

“I'm going,” Jovin excused himself and stood up from his seat and walked away.

After Jovin's departure, Agnes couldn't help but smile as she looked at his strapping back as he walked away.