Chapter 6

Ella’s POV

It’s been a week since we discovered Fiona tried to kill me. She had hired men to run me down and Jordan’s men found the car they used disposed in a dump and traced it back to her. Although she denied everything, I couldn’t care less. I was alive, and that’s what mattered to me. Jordan had listened to me and he let her off with a warning. She tried to kill me, but I pitied her.

I sat in the garden like I did every day. With nothing to do, I took comfort in planting more flowers. Jordan had sent all the other maids, including Maya, back to his mother’s house. He said he didn’t really like many people around him. Maya understood and promised to give me a call every day. It no longer felt like I was a servant. Jordan insisted he’ll take care of me for one month before I could return to my job as I wanted.

My phone buzzed, “You have three days to provide the money or you go to jail and we take care of your boyfriend” The Baxter brothers Jake and Jim had been sending me threats for days. The night I planned on telling Jordan about them was the night he told me about Fiona. I had no money to give them, but they kept calling and texting.

“Who’s texting you, baby girl?” Jordan said. He had come back from work and I didn’t hear him get in. “Oh, no one new, it’s just Maya.” I lied. This man right here would do anything for me. I knew that now, but I couldn’t involve him in my messed up life. “I’m going on a business trip to Vegas, and I don’t want to leave you here. Please come with me?” Jordan said as he sat down by me

I didn’t know what our relationship was right now, but I knew I sure have fallen in love with this man right here. “Okay Master, I’ll come with you.” I replied. “You know, if you keep calling me master, I might as well give you a reason to scream the name properly.” He whispered in my ears and walked away. This man tempted me in every way possible.

I forgot to ask Jordan how long we’d make in Vegas. Maybe it’ll be a good thing if we stayed longer so I could avoid those silly threats from the Baxters. Jordan had told me to drop the maid act while I was with him for the time being, but I couldn’t tell if he really felt the same way I felt about him or it was a joke.

The day passed on quickly, and we were packing up for our trip. It was 8pm at this point and it didn’t take long for me to finish packing up my small bag. I had just some few clothes. I sat in my room texting Maya to let her know I’ll be leaving with Jordan the next day and she teased me even more. Sometimes, I don’t know why I even tell this girl everything.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door. “Ella, can I come in” it was Jordan. “Yeah sure.” I replied. It was night, and this man is dressing so sophisticatedly. Who does that? Oh! A billionaire, I suppose. “Those clothes you’ve packed, you don’t need them anymore. John will take care of them and we’re going shopping now. I’ll be waiting for you outside.” And with that, he left my room without giving me time to protest. These are my clothes. Even if he wanted to get me new ones, did I have to throw them away? And besides, it’s like 10pm at this point shops in Grey Hill close up as early as 9pm.

Not wanting to make him angry, I got dressed in a simple gown quickly and met him waiting by his car. He helped me in and we took off. “Don’t you think it’s extremely late to do shopping, Master?” I asked. Why did he have a smirk on his face? Is this guy kidding me? “Baby girl, it seems you’re forgetting who I am and who you are with. Any shop will open for me even if it was 1am. Except they wanted to run out of business the next day.” Jordan replied, and I immediately understood. He’s an influential man. Anything is possible.

We arrived a big building and from the outside you could tell they mean business. It looked so expensive. I wouldn’t even look twice at this place if I were alone. “Mr Denver, thank you for gracing us with your presence. We’ve been waiting for you. Take as much time as you need.” A short hairy man said as he took us inside. This place really had lots of beautiful dresses, but so expensive.

“Now you guys do your jobs and make my girl even prettier than she already is. Get her the best clothes and jewelry and, whatever she needs.” Jordan instructed the staff. Did he just refer to me as his girl? I must be hearing stuff.

“This way, ma’am, let’s try on some clothes,” a lady said, pointing to the dresser. I turned to look at Jordan, waiting for his approval, and he nodded. I dropped my bag outside with Jordan. We got there, and I tried on so many pretty dresses. Instantly I felt like a movie star as I twirled looking at the mirror. Finally decided on taking few clothes and the lady refused, saying she didn’t want to lose her job and that Mr Denver had instructed otherwise. I agreed and let her pack what she wanted.

We finished and when I got outside, something had changed in the way Jordan looked at me. It was different this time, not like he wanted me, but like I disgust him. Anger was evident on his face; anyone could see it. He paid, and we moved to the car without him looking at me again, not even once. Something was definitely wrong.

We got home and John helped me take my things to my room while Jordan went to his home office without saying a word to me. I walked to my room, searching my brain for what may have gone wrong. I was about to sleep when I heard a knock on my door. “May I come in ma’am? It’s John” He announced. I let him in and he told me the boss needed me in his office now.

I moved to his office, my thoughts running wild. What was wrong with him tonight? I knocked, and he told me to get in. “Master, you called for me?” I spoke. He stood up, walking towards me and for a minute I got really scared of this new Jordan. “Ella, I’ll ask you one time and one time only. Who is Jake Baxter?”