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chapter 10
Orion could do nothing but watch as Little Miss Holmes walked right out of his home.
He didn’t like her.
Nothing about her was appealing. She reminded him of a cornered and rabid animal: snarling and baring her teeth at anything she deemed a threat.
Admittedly, maybe - just maybe - the kidnap attempt wasn’t the right way to go but he refused to feel guilty about it. Iris Holmes would not make him feel guilty. Feeling guilty meant regretting one’s action and Orion wasn’t going to regret what he just did.
Especially not after what had happened.
He was right, Orion thought as he sunk down into his leather chair in his Play Room. Once again, he was looking out the window which gave him the perfect view to watch Holmes as she climbed into the car and drove away. She was a greedy person.
He had seen those few moments where she stood and admired herself in the mirror. How her gaze had lingered over the jewellery, the dress, and even that ghastly decorated room. (Somehow, he had known she would hate it.) How she hungered for the things he just simply had.
Damn her pride!
His hand clenched into a fist and slammed furiously onto the arm of the chair. It would have so easy if she had just said yes. He would have given all the jewels and the dress in exchange for her leaving Crawford Academy. Instead, she had walked out of here with everything - including her perfect attendance at the Academy.
He really didn’t like her.
For a moment though, while they were simply looking at each other, he could see something bewitching about her. Maybe it was the dress or makeup. Or maybe it was the way she reminded him of a lioness when she stood on the bed with messy hair and the pillow she had somehow turned into a weapon in her hands. Maybe it was the way her eyes seemed to darken when she glared at him or the way her lips pulled up into a sneer.
She was too much, too proud, too quick to anger. Smart enough to cause trouble and get away with it. Orion’s lips twitched when he remembered her actions on the soccer field a few days back.
He shook his head. No, nothing about her appealed to him in any way.
He vehemently ignored the way his heart sped up when she touched him. Or how, even now, he could feel the sensation of her palm against his chest.
Orion had to get rid of her, and do so quickly.
“Young sir,” came the voice of Nanny B.
Orion turned to face her. Nanny B was a nickname as she wasn’t his actual nanny - he was seventeen, he didn’t need one - but she was the only person in his house he actually liked. She was an older and plump black woman who always dressed in colourful clothing. She was in charge of the household duties and only cooked when he bribed her with compliments. Her favourite compliment to hear always had to do with being the best-dressed person in the household. It wasn’t even a lie.
“Yes, Nanny B,” Orion said.
“I will be going now. Will you alright?” she asked with concerned eyes.
“Of course,” Orion shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve slept alone in this massive place.”
Nanny B only frowned at him.
“Really, Nanny B. I will be perfectly fine. Go home. Your family is probably waiting for you.” Nanny B had one daughter around his age and a husband who was constantly on the road.
“If you’re sure,” she said and turned to walk out of the room. “Good night, young sir.”
“Good night,” he said as she turned on the light and left.
Orion turned to the window once again and simply watched as the shadows gave way to night. The silence of the once bustling house didn’t bother him anymore.
He had gotten used to it.
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