Chapter 2 LIES

Halle's POV

"I____I am trying to__" I tried to say but the words seemed not to leave my mouth.

This young man's posture was so intimidating and had so much effect on me, that it made me stutter. He stood there towering over me, he looked 6ft 5in tall, his eyes which were Hazel green gazing intensely at me, his face curve protruding in anger. His muscle veins were all visible, it looked like it was going to punch me, but then his eyes looked gentle underneath the anger-he was a fine figure to gaze upon, his hair was wavy black, and his triceps showed beneath his folded sky blue long sleeve. His lips, oh those lips, were moist and succulent.

"Why am I thinking about his lips," I thought to myself.

Who was he?

A personal bodyguard, he looked fit for that position. A trained assassin because those muscles of his could kill one.

"I ask again, miss, what are you doing here?" His voice sounded hoarse than the last time, it was more like he grew more impatient with my silence.

"I am cleaning," I finally said.

"Cleaning?" He asked, glancing at the vacuum cleaner in my hands and the mop on the other side of the hallway.

"Yes, I am a cleaner__and I am cleaning" I managed to say, I wasn't about to let my mum get fired, if they reported me to the head housekeeper, they would definitely know I had shifted shifts with my mother without permission and that would get her fired. So I just have to manage to convince this man I worked here, what if he was the head housekeeper?

"You are cleaning here, who gave you the right or authorization to clean here?" He asked again, gazing at me with utmost earnestness.

I am perplexed by his line of questioning, did I need special authorization to clean a freakin house.

"I was asked to clean here" I tried to say before I was rudely interrupted by a loud sound.

"By whom? Who authorized you to clean a restricted area, Mr. Collins, Mrs. Ruth, I said who?"

Did he just say, restricted area?

No one told me of any restricted areas. My legs began to tremble as they grew weak.

Had I committed a felony?

Would he call the police and arrest me for trespassing?

Would I end up in jail like my dad? I was eighteen and that means I would be serving real-time?

My eyes began to get watery.

"I am sorry sir, I am new here, I didn't know this was a restricted area"

I was about to cry not because I was actually sorry for trespassing, but because I didn't want to go to jail, it would kill my mother. So if that means I had to cry my way out of this situation, I was willing to do so.

"What is your name?" He asked as he carefully scrutinized me. Maybe he was wondering if he should call the cop or not.

"Halle"

"Halle what?"

"Halle Jackson," I replied.

"Halle Jackson, you mean to say no one warned you about cleaning here. "

I simply nodded at this point. I only had strength for sympathy, the sympathy of how my life was left at the mercy of this devilishly handsome fellow.

"Do you even know who I am?" He asked with authority.

Am I supposed to know who he was?

Who is he?

My mom and I rarely talked about her work, not more about her colleagues or people she met at work.

"No, I don't know who you are" I simply replied in honesty. I couldn't start guessing who he was.

"How long have you been working here?"

He asked again.

This man and his line of questioning, he looked too young to be an investigator, he looked 23 years or at most 25 years. Maybe he was the head of security staff that was why he was keen on knowing who I was.

"Barely two weeks Sir, "

I lied. I had to lie.

"And you said you don't know me, and quite frankly I have never seen you here"

He knew I was lying, I was screwed, my mum would get fired, I would go to jail, my mum would die of heartbreak and I would die of loneliness by the time I came out.

This is how one wrong decision could influence your life and turn it into hell, I was sweating profusely from everywhere in my body.

Maybe I should have stayed at home with my mother or called and explained her condition better or pleaded with them with medical proof.

What was I thinking that I could pull this sort of stunt off, with a place such as this with uptight security and high-class staff such as this handsome man here?

I don't know why I still considered him handsome when all he has done is put me in a state of turmoil.

"No Sir, I do not know who you are, as I said I just started two weeks ago and I haven't been properly introduced and given orientation of where I should be and who I should know. I am sorry I trespass. I wasn't aware and it wouldn't repeat itself again."

I gave all my lying skills to that one statement, I could see the anger in his face, gently softening and a certain glow in his eyes seemed to appear in amusement.

I gazed upon the fine figure which he was, then I was about to beg again when I saw an elderly woman, probably in her early fifty, approach us. She wore fancy apparel, and you could spot that she was rich and refined from miles away, her body was adorned with jewelry and as she approached us, I could see the tall man before me sigh and the anger returned to his face.

"Son, why did you leave me alone upstairs," she said in a British accent

Did she just call him son, this Cleopatra model was the mother to this Zeus-like figure that stood before me? I knew my day just got further complicated.