The British Chauffeur

　　Irena's POV

　　The huge marble door of the mansion was opened as soon as we were in front of it by an elderly man with a stoic expression.

　　"Welcome Sir, and welcome Madam," he greeted. This voice was thick with a British accent.

　　" Thank you, Charles, how's everything?" Alexey asked, smiling fondly. They seem close.

　　"Fine, thank you. " He didn't even smile back.

　　"Charles, this is Irena, Irena this is Charles, my friend, and Chauffeur," Alexey said, introducing us both.

　　" Yes, I figured she'll be the one you've been talking about," Charles said, smiling at me and extending his hands for a handshake.

　　I looked at Alexey confused, has he been telling his friends about me?

　　I smiled and took Charles's surprisingly soft hands in mine, "nice to meet you, Charles, I hope he said good things about me,"

　　Charles smiled again, " that and many others,"

　　I stared at a frowning Alexey curiously, " I definitely want to know about them, say you tell me later?" I asked, tilting my head slightly and pouting.

　　"Depends,"

　　"Alright, enough of that," Alexey said loudly, interrupting us. " I'll take you to your room Irena, just follow my lead,"

　　"Charles, please prepare something for us to eat," he called out as we climbed a flight of stairs.

　　After a few minutes, we stopped in front of a mahogany door and Alexey proceeded to open it for me.

　　I stepped into a very elegant room with a large queen-sized bed covered with white, cream and a pale shade of morning blue sheets, and a woolen cream duvet. The cream stone walls of the room complimented the wooden floors and made the color of the bed stand out. There was a Persian white semi-flush ceiling fixture right above the bed, with Crystal accents that reflected the setting sun. And a pale cream-colored fur resting at the foot of the bed, next to a large cream-colored bed stool. There was a wooden chair and dresser in front of a large mirror and a walk-in closet.

　　"This is a beautiful room," I said in awe as I stepped in.

　　"I'm glad you like it," he said smiling and keeping my bag in the closet.

　　" Urm so this is your room, you like it already. There are several other rooms if you want to check them out and see if you'll find a better one for yourself," he said, scratching the back of his head. I noticed that he does that when he's nervous, why is he nervous though?

　　"Thank you, I don't think I'll want another room, this room is perfect," I replied looking around, still admiring the aesthetic view.

　　"Alright. That's still good,"

　　He was so nervous and it made me laugh.

　　" What's funny?" He asked confusedly, raising one of his eyebrows out of habit.

　　"Nothing, nothing, you just look- forget it," I'd rather not say, it makes me feel uneasy complimenting him and I don't want him to think I have a huge thing for him or so.

　　"Come on, tell me, " he insisted, stepping closer to me.

　　"It's nothing," I dismissed sitting on the bed, sighing at how comfortable it felt.

　　"Alright, if you say so,"

　　"I do say so,"

　　"I'll leave you alone to freshen up or do whatever you want to do, my room is just the door before yours, towards your left, feel free to come in anytime you want," he said.

　　" Alright,"

　　" I'll inform you when dinner is ready," he added.

　　" Alright, that would be nice," I replied softly. I used a soft tone because I wanted to see his reaction.

　　"Yeah," he was staring at me, still not leaving.

　　"Aren't you leaving?" I asked innocently.

　　He blinked rapidly a couple of times before swallowing and nodding, "yes, I'll see you in a few,"

　　He left and closed the door behind him.

　　It was really cute to see him nervous like that. I stripped off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. It was huge, with a huge mirror covering a major percentage of a wall. I got into the huge bathtub and watched as the cool water covered up my body soothingly.

　　After my bath, I applied essential oils on my skin, wore a loose floral dress, leaving my hair loose also. It was a breezy evening and I wanted to feel the soothing evening breeze as much as I could. Having that in mind, I wore nothing but a g-string underneath the gown. Tempting? Yes, intentional? Definitely.

　　Immediately after I finished dressing, my phone began to ring. I took it out and checked the caller's identity, it was Magnus and it was a video call.

　　Fuck! I forgot to tell Magnus about Alexey's date plan.

　　"Hey, love!" I said grinning after I answered the call.

　　The look on Magnus's face was to die for, "where the fuck are you?!" He thundered.

　　I laughed nervously, " I swear Magnus, I forgot to tell you,"

　　"You forgot to tell your closest friend that you're going to be leaving the country with your lover boy, but instead you remembered to tell your secretary and worker?" He asked, his voice was filled with annoyance and sarcasm.

　　I paused for a few seconds, "yes."

　　"Fuck you, Irena, I'm hanging up," he threatened.

　　" Wait, wait, wait, wait, you don't have to hang up, I'm sorry okay? I honestly forgot. I was in such a hurry to leave," I explained pouting.

　　He looked at me disapprovingly, " where are you? What country are you in?" He was looking at the view of the room behind me.

　　"We never left the country,"

　　He frowned slightly, "I'm confused, why?"

　　"Well, he lied. Apparently, it's some joke. We went to his country house instead,"

　　His eyes widened slightly in realization, " oh, I see. The view of the room you're in is nice," he complimented.

　　I laughed, " I know right? It's the room I'll be sleeping in,"

　　" How long will you be away?"

　　" Two days, today and tomorrow,"

　　" This is one date idea I love, if only his gamer friend would let me be around him, that dude fucking threatened to place a restraining order against me if I come near him again,"

　　I laughed hard, placing a restraining order? He really wants nothing to do with Magnus. I don't even know if that would pose a challenge for Magnus as he never gives up on getting anything he wants.

　　"Maybe you should leave him alone," I suggested.

　　He shrugged, "I guess,"

　　"Where are you?" I asked, noticing the familiar place he was at, "are you at Curt's fashion house?" I looked at him suspiciously.

　　He laughed nervously, " well, yes."

　　" Why? I thought you guys don't talk anymore? When was the last time you two saw each other? Isn't it up to a year or so?"

　　" Well, he invited me over to talk and here I am," Magnus replied, shrugging and looking around.

　　"Alright, he misses you, I can tell he still wants you anytime he asks me about you," I whispered.

　　" Oh well,"

　　I sighed, " just be careful okay?"

　　There was a knock on the door, I figured it would be Alexey.

　　" No, you be careful," he retorted sassily.

　　I laughed, rolling my eyes. "I can handle myself,"

　　"Still, you should be careful," Magnus insisted.

　　" Yes Mom, I've fucking heard you,"

　　"No swearing little one," he warned in a fake old lady's voice. We both laughed.

　　"Well I have to go," I informed him, standing up from the chair in front of the dresser that I've been sitting on.

　　"Alright, I'll talk to you later," he replied before ending the call.

　　I opened the door and Alexey was standing there, wearing a loose white shirt over a pair of black pants. His hair was messy and damp, insinuating that he had his bath.

　　I found myself discreetly sniffing the hair, taking in his delicious scent.

　　"Hey," I breathed

　　"Hey," he replied, "dinner is ready, I hope you like seafood,"

　　I stepped out of the rooms and locked the door behind me, " I love seafood,"

　　He smirked, "perfect."