Released: MC Secret Baby Romance (New Adult Contemporary Biker Romance)

by Casey Elliot

  Jane wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew something terrible was about to happen. She could feel it in her gut like an omen.

  “Come with me.” Gerard wiggled a finger at her in a hitherto motion.

  She followed him up the stairs with each step feeling like a step closer to her doom.

  “Hurry up. There’s not much time!” Gerard was now running while urging the young girl to hurry up. “We’ve only got a few minutes until the clock strikes eight!”

  Jane, in her state of confusion, ran to catch up only to lose him once again, as he sprinted around a dark corner before dashing into a nearby room. As she approached, out of breath and panting, she saw he had left the door flapping open with a draft catching it.

  “Here, Miss Kershaw,” a voice called from inside.

  She was about to follow it, but stopped on the threshold, as she saw the scene that was unfolding in front of her. Ferdinand was stripped to his boxer shorts, his muscles rippling, as he lay on the bed. Jane immediately began to blush and her cheeks grew hot, as she held her cool fingers to them.

  “Hurry!” Gerard was now shouting.

  She entered the room feeling more nervous than she’d ever had before. This was worse than the time she wet herself in elementary school during the school play. In fact, this was worse than the time she had a hot date with Jackson Smith, the hottest guy in her school, and when she arrived, all the cool kids threw ice cream at her and made pig noises.

  She was staring blankly with no idea what to do when she heard Ferdinand say:

  “I think this girl is an idiot.”

  And, she snapped back to reality.

  “I’m not an idiot,” she explained in a caustic tone. “I just have no idea what’s going on? Why aren’t you wearing clothes? I mean, what is this fucked up shit that’s taking place?”

  The two men were taken back by her sudden outburst and looked to one another with concern.

  “Tell her,” Ferdinand flung his arms up in resignation.

  “Very well,” nodded Gerard. “Miss Kershaw, you have one job here as housekeeper. You take these and you lock them tight. Then, you walk out of this room, close the door, take a seat out in the hall, and wait until morning.” He held up a thick iron shackle and expected her to take it. “Now, Miss Kershaw, we only have a few seconds left.”

  She saw the shackles were attached to Ferdinand’s wrists and ankles and, in a daze, she did what she was told. Fastening down the locks on the shackles, she watched as the young man was secured to the bed.

  With so many questions needing answered, she tried in vain to say the right words. Yet, the more she tried to make sense of the situation, the more she found herself looking up and down Ferdinand’s body. He was so perfect in every way. He was lithe and tanned, yet strong like an ox and bright eyed too with that emerald gaze of his glistening with cunning intelligence.

  “I don’t understand,” was all she could muster before the clock in the corner chimed and it was eight o’clock.

  *****

  “Hurry!” Ferdinand grunted, as he flicked his eyes up toward the door. “There’s not much time.”

  Gerard prodded Jane in the back and gestured for her to take the chair in the hallway. Once she’d sat herself down, she watched as the butler closed the door behind him and handed her a set of silver keys.

  “These keys and that door must not be out of your sight until the morning,” he explained.

  “You mean I have to sit here all night?”

  He nodded before walking away.

  “Hey!” She called after him. “What am I supposed to do?” She cried after him, as his body faded into the shadows of the house.

  “Why, you wait until eight in the morning; of course,” his voice echoed back to her.

  Now, alone in a dark and drafty hallway with nothing but a set of keys, she sat bolt upright, awkward and uncomfortable, as she sat back in the antique chair. It would appear that ladies of her size seldom existed in the time of such carpentry, and she found her curvy hips were pressing up against the sides of the armrests.

  “ This is fucking crazy,” she moaned, as she stood up.

  Walking over to the bedroom door, she wondered what on earth could be happening to the man that was now her boss.

  “Hello?” She tapped on the door.

  Silence.

  “Mr. Gilbert? Sir?” Her voice was shy and ineffective, and she found herself only listening to the silence that was shrouding the house like a black cloak.

  Not wanting to land herself back in the chair, she slumped against the wall and traced a line through the dusty floor with her finger. All around her sat cobwebs, as husks of dead moths gathered, stuck against the peeling wallpaper. She turned her nose up at the place and grimaced.

  What have I gotten myself into?

  It was then that she heard something coming from the bedroom, and her ears pricked up as though she was on high alert. The chains and shackles were moving with a steady rhythm like someone was struggling against them. Then, a noise so visceral and animalistic followed. It sent a shock wave of goose bumps up the back of her neck, as a growl echoed down the hall.

  She remained paralyzed against the wall. Too terrified to move yet too curious to run away, she sat with her wide eyes fixed on the door. At any moment, she was certain some frightful beast was going to burst through the door, rabid and wild. Yet, although the growling and sound of the chains continued for some time, the mysterious beast appeared to be going nowhere.

  “Mr Gilbert?” She said to herself. “Is that him that’s making that noise?” She whispered into the night, her breath lingering in the air in a frosty mist.

  It wasn’t long until the noise subsided and, once again, she found herself in an all-encompassing silence with only her beating heart sounding in her ears.

  “Maybe I imagined it,” she tried to tell herself. “Or maybe it was a dream.”

  She hoped to God the noises were inside her mind and, as she lay her head against the wall, she prayed they wouldn’t come back.

  When the sun split through the window, it lay upon Jane’s head with a gentle warmth. She woke slowly, not quite remembering where she was. The first thing she felt was the dust and cobwebs beneath her fingers and, as she raised her hand, she looked at her fingers with disgust.

  “Eeeeuw…” She wiped her hand on her dress, as she wrinkled up her nose.

  The floorboard creaked beneath her, as she stood up and stretched out her back.

  “Hey!”

  A gruff voice yelled from the bedroom.

  "It's Miss Kershaw, isn't it?"

  "Yes." She hurried to the door and pressed her ear against the wood.

  "It's almost nine!" He shouted. "And, you haven't come to unlock these damn shackles."

  Jane looked at the doorknob, as if she was too scared to touch it. She contemplated what was on the other side of the door.

  “Well, aren’t you coming in?” That angry voice again.

  Opening the door, she saw her boss for the first time since the night before. She rubbed at the back of her neck and felt the ache that was twisting down her spine.

  “I guess you didn’t have such a comfortable night either?” He looked up at her, his eyes connecting with hers.

  There was something about the way he was staring so intently into her, as though he was looking into her soul. Yet, there was something else so utterly bewildering; his face looked weary with a thick layer of stubble on his chin. His eyes were rimmed with purple circles, and the sheets on the bed torn and destroyed.

  “What the-?” Jane was in shock at what she saw. “What happed in here last night?”

  “Oh, didn’t you hear?” Ferdinand suddenly turned up his lips into a crooked smile. “It was quite the party in here,” his words were dripping with sarcasm.

  “I’m sorry,” was all she could say through her sense of awkwardness. “I’ll get you unchained right now,” and she fumbled for the keys.

  She want
ed to hate him and his arrogant manner. Yet, the more she tried to be repulsed by him, the more she seemed to be drawn to him and his magnetic charm. He oozed confidence and nobility while his aloofness only added to his haughty sense of entitlement.

  “You’re different from the others,” he said out of the blue.

  “Really?” she looked at him quizzically.

  “Yeah, I mean…. Usually, the girls who respond to the ad are scared more easily. Congratulations for lasting the whole night,” he smirked.

  “Well, at least I’m good at something,” she smiled back, as she released the final shackle.

  Ferdinand stood up and stretched his limbs. His body was taught and toned, perfect and statuesque, and Jane found herself looking to the ground to stop herself from getting too excited. However, Ferdinand, sensing how bashful she was, turned to face her and patted her on the arm.

  “You’ll do just fine here. I can see that,” and he made his way to the en-suite bathroom.

  As the sound of the shower was heard, Jane looked down at the spot on her arm where he touched her. She was certain there was still a patch of heat emanating from it, as her skin tingled.

  She gently touched her fingers to her cheeks and felt they were hot. Then, she imagined him in the next room, naked and in the shower. Stop it Janey. She tried to be stern with herself, but it was no use, the only way to stop herself opening the bathroom door was to leave, and she strode out of the bedroom and made her way downstairs.

  “How is he doing this to me?” She clutched at her forehead in confusion. “This place is weird.”

  *****

  “May I comment on how chipper you look this morning?” Gerard poured his boss a cup of steaming coffee.

  “Thank you, Gerard,” Ferdinand nodded and smiled. “Last night could have been so much worse.”

  “I presume the girl did as she was told.”

  “Apart from a lapse in timing this morning, yes, she did fine. I remained in my place.”

  “That’s fantastic.” Gerard almost cheered. “So, much better than that last girl.”

  “Is that the one that fled screaming?” Ferdinand pushed a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

  “No sir.” The butler began to arrange a vase of flowers on the window sill. “The last girl had an unfortunate accident.”

  “Oh, of course!” Ferdinand chuckled. “There have been so many, it’s hard to keep up,” he stopped laughing and stared into space in deep thought. “I better not make it a habit of mauling my staff to death,” and he resumed eating.

  With the second night coming around, Jane was back in her employer’s bedroom. This time, Gerard was nowhere to be seen, and she had to manage all the chains and shackles by herself.

  “I have to ask you a question,” she said nervously.

  Ferdinand glanced at the clock and saw it was ten to eight.

  “Sure.”

  “Why can’t that butler of yours do this? Why hire me?”

  He went silent, as he looked her up and down with a mischievous look on his face.

  “He has his reasons.”

  Of course, he couldn’t admit that he’d had Gerard in his life for as long as he could remember and, if anything were to happen to him, if Ferdinand were to accidentally hurt him…. He couldn’t bear the thought and he shook his head to rid himself of the image.

  “Well then,” Jane gathered the chains in her hands. “Let’s get this done.”

  She was still swooning in his presence, still unable to take her eyes off of his body.

  “Do you always sleep in just your underwear? Or are you just trying to impress me?” She blurted out before she could stop herself and she regretted it instantly, cursing herself mentally, as she looked to the floor.

  Ferdinand; however, burst out laughing.

  “You’re a spunky one,” he laughed, as he lay back, letting Jane secure his wrists to the bed posts.

  She couldn’t help but notice he didn’t answer her question, but she had a hundred more.

  “Goodnight Mr. Gilbert,” she wrapped a shaking hand around the door knob.

  “Goodnight Miss Kershaw,” he smiled at her, feeling relieved that he’d finally found a housekeeper that had stayed for the second night.

  Meanwhile, she wanted to leave and take her place in the hall. She wanted to put all the strangeness to the back of her mind, but she couldn’t.

  “I heard noises in here last night, like an animal had been let loose,” she shifted from one foot to the other, as she spoke, worried he’d laugh at her again.

  “Noises?” He asked in a mocking tone. “Maybe…. If you stay a little longer, I’ll let you see.”

  She was still no closer to understanding.

  “Mr Gilbert? What’ll happen in here when I close the door?”

  He didn’t speak a word, but just stared at the ceiling, as he waited for her to leave.

  “Goodnight Miss Kershaw,” he repeated.

  And, she closed the door and sat on the floor once again. The noises came quickly; grunting and moaning with the rattling of the chains. It sounded as though the bed was being lifted from the ground with the heavy wood rocking back and forth.

  Jane wanted to scream, but as she opened her mouth, nothing came out, as her voice was left strangled in her throat with fear. But, more than anything, she wanted to see what was going on behind the door.

  Dare I? She thought, as she stood up. Her legs were wobbly as she walked, her thighs trembling as she tried to remain calm. As her hand reached out to the door, she could see her fingers quivering while her palm grew sweaty.

  Before she could control herself, she watched herself pull out the keys and place one into the lock. I shouldn’t be doing this. The agreement was that I stay in the hall. But, it was as though she felt possessed in a quest for the truth.

  Pushing the door open a few inches, the growling grew louder and she recoiled back for a moment, terrified that she’d see something she didn’t want to. However, if she could stand up to Lee, she could look behind a door. It can’t be that scary, can it?

  She was wrong. As she looked around the door, she saw him there; the vast beast pulling its heavy weight against the chains. She screamed and fell backward, landing on the floor with a thud. Where she left Ferdinand was now occupied by a gorilla, one that was savage and wild with a gaping mouth as it roared, and muscular arms that could tear off a man’s head. The animal’s eyes fixed on hers in outrage and she fled. Slamming the door behind her, she ran as fast as she could, dashing down hallway after hallway until she reached the great hall. Collapsing into a seat, she tried to regain her breath, but it was no use. She was shaking very violently, trembling with such terror that it consumed her body.

  “So, it seems it has been revealed,” the voice came from behind her.

  Jane jumped, as she turned round to see Gerard emerging from the shadows.

  “What is that thing?” she pointed her finger up the stairs.

  The butler sighed, as he relinquished himself to the task of explaining.

  “It seems as though there’s no going back for you,” he explained. “So…. I guess you must know. Come with me.” He waved a hand for her to follow him.

  He led her to a door at the edge of the hall and hesitated for a moment.

  “Are you sure you want to know?” he checked one last time.

  She nodded.

  “Ok then…. But, there’s one condition. If I tell you, you are not allowed to leave this house again.”

  She thought for a second before answering.

  “I have nowhere else to go anyway,” and the tears came to her eyes.

  Taken back by her answer, he continued to lead her through the door and down a set of stairs. The path was dark and slippery with the damp of the old building welling up through the walls. Meanwhile, the staircase wound itself around and around until Jane found herself at the bottom, staring into a cavernous room.

  “What is this place?” she clapped a hand to her mouth. �
��It’s more like a museum.”

  “Not quite,” Gerard corrected her.

  Lining the walls were portraits of Ferdinand’s ancestors, but they were nothing like the paintings above ground. They were all animals; each face a savage and dangerous beast. They were all gorillas….

  “Are you telling me… Are they…” Jane was stuttering, unable to get the words out.

  “Shapeshifters?” Gerard smiled. “Yes. Our dear boss comes from a long lineage of very wealthy billionaires, yet insurmountably dangerous shapeshifters.”

  “I’m going insane. This isn’t really happening. I’m going insane.”

  “It’s a common response,” the butler walked over to the far side of the room with his voice echoing around the walls. “Although… You’re doing better than the other girls. Especially the last one.”

  “Why?” Jane was still holding her face. “What happened to the last one?”

  “Mathilda, I think her name was” he ambled his way to a tall cupboard and proceeded to unlock it. “was not as lucky as you.”

  He opened the door and Jane’s eyes grew wide, then she began to shake once again before her legs buckled and she fell to the floor. In front of her lay the most gruesome scene. A body, one of a young girl, yet she was mutilated with large gashes ravaging her skin. Her face was almost destroyed, her clothes ripped from her frail body. From what skin Jane could see, she was blue, but turning a mottled purple. She was dead, and had been for quite some time.

  Jane gathered her thoughts and with all her strength, she stood up and ran. She ran until she was at the top of the stairs, and then into the great hall. She pumped her legs until she was out the main door and running headlong into the icy night.

  She gasped and struggled as exhaustion took hold of her, but still, she ran until she eventually collapsed halfway down the long drive.

  “They’re fucking monsters!” She sobbed into her hands. “Psychos!”

  Somewhere in the distance, a fox shrieked. Looking up to the sky, Jane noticed it was a full moon.