They arrived at the CEO's penthouse, and as Naomi stepped out of the car, she was astonished by the beautiful building that stood erect. Her eyes were filled with the breathtaking view of the artistic sculptures at the entrance of the house, and with each step she took, she wondered how much David must have spent crafting such a magnificent home. She noticed the rosy garden to her left and how the gardener watered the flowers gently.
"Welcome home, master," one of his bodyguards greeted and bowed. She couldn't say a word as David walked past her and stood by the door.
"What the hell are you looking at?" he asked harshly.
"You have a beautiful home, sir," she commended, but the CEO was unmoved by her comments. His evil desires wouldn't let him appreciate anything good that came out of her mouth.
"You aren't here to give compliments on how beautiful my house looks; you're here on a mission, so shut your mouth and get in," David said harshly.
Naomi felt the heat of his harsh words as a frown grew on her face. She walked past him, and as they stepped inside, she was taken aback by the interior decorations, the artistic paintings, and the curtains that were neatly packed together. The 85-inch Quantum Dot TV and the lighting decorations that filled the living room made her feel like she had stepped into a safe haven, even though she was bound to suffer at the hands of the CEO.
"Perhaps I could show you some of the essential places you need to know," David said, startling her out of her thoughts.
He walked majestically to a door that hid under the staircase. He opened it slowly and snapped his fingers for Naomi to step forward.
"These are the equipment you will need whenever you're going to clean the house. They are neatly arranged for you," he revealed.
Naomi simply nodded and followed the CEO, who took her to the kitchen. She kept staring in awe as they walked around; it was marvelous and cozy. The center table for cooking was more than enough for four chefs to cook at the same time, not to mention the heat extractor and the air conditioner located in the top corner of the kitchen.
"This is where you will prepare all the meals that my son and I will consume. I surely hope your cooking skills are as beautiful as your pathetic face," David revealed with disgust.
"I won't disappoint you, my lord," she replied and bowed.
She had come to understand that if she ever wanted to leave his house in one piece, she had to comply and show her utmost respect for the CEO. David smiled secretly as she bowed before him; it was all he ever wanted.
"Breakfast is at 6 AM for my son and 8 AM for me. Lunch is at 2 PM, and dinner is at 8 PM. Don't forget these times," he added.
"Alright, sir, I will always take note of the times," she replied.
They made their way to the stairs, and Naomi couldn't help but stare at the beautiful art that adorned the walls. David was a die-hard fan of art and spared no expense to ensure his house was filled with artistic paintings worth millions of dollars.
"Daddy!" a tender voice screamed. As Naomi turned to see where the voice came from, she missed her step and was about to fall heavily when David grabbed her tightly.
She breathed heavily as their faces came so close, their lips just inches apart. Staring into his eyes brought back memories, but before she could take a trip to the past, David frowned and placed her gently on the ground.
"Are you planning on dying here? How clumsy are you? You could have died if I hadn't acted in time!" he screamed at her.
"I'm sorry, I was trying to—"
"Trying to what? Get yourself killed and have me signing paperwork and appearing before a judge to declare my innocence in your death?" he interrupted her before she could utter an explanation.
Naomi bowed her head in regret and slowly moved down the stairs, while his son, Brian, hugged him passionately.
"Dad, who's she?" Brian asked.
"She's nothing but a clumsy fool who wants to get herself killed," he revealed.
Naomi watched as anger hovered around his head. She could hardly say a word, and her heart ached with pain and regret.
"This is my son, Brian. You will take good care of him, and I can only hope that your clumsiness doesn't kick in at the wrong time," he said.
She waved at Brian, who had a beautiful smile on his face. David held his son's cheek and kissed his forehead passionately.
"How was school today?" he asked.
"It was fine, Dad," the innocent boy answered immediately.
"Follow me, let me show you your room."
Naomi followed the billionaire prick without a word, and as she stepped into her room, she felt relieved. The room was far more beautiful than the shithole she lived in, with an air conditioner at the edge of the room and a beautiful pink bed. The room also had a 50-inch Quantum Dot TV, a soundbar, and a beautiful wardrobe by the side, with all the walls painted white. The window had a breathtaking view of the environment and a window blind to cover the sun's harsh rays.
"This is where you will live peacefully for the rest of the year. The guards will bring in your work clothes and everything you will need, including sanitary pads, creams, and body lotion. I will speak to you shortly," David left with his son in his arms. As Naomi shut the door, she shed a tear.
She had sold her freedom in exchange for her mother's health, and even with the beautiful room and luxurious features, her soul felt trapped by the devil. She could only imagine the sufferings and harsh treatments that awaited her in the coming months.