The place was way bigger than what he’d initially thought. 
Enormous, and it felt bigger the more he was walking on the long corridors, following the servant.
How many servants did Richard have, anyway.
 Thirty?
As he was walking with the servant, they passed by at least five more.
Two of the maids they passed by eyed him, and cast their eyes downwards when Michael tipped his head to greet them.
As soon as they were out of earshot (or at least they thought they were)
Michael heard one of them saying:
"He is SO hot, I wonder if he's the new bodyguard Mary told me about."
Really? You think so?"
"Yeah, do you see anyone That sexy around here?"
They continued giggling and discussing him, and Michael shook his head.
He wasn't sure if he was a bodyguard yet, though.
In fact, he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing tonight. They made a few more turns on the  corridors, his feet sinking in the soft deep red carpet on the floor. 
The walls were decorated with even more paintings than he'd seen downstairs and Michael realized he'd seen some of them before. 
Online. 
Some of them cost seven digits and Michael didn't want to think how many more there were in the studies and the rooms. Of course, Richard was more than wealthy, but seeing everything like this, in front of him, kind of gave him a pause. 
And the manor- one of the gang's leaders manors, in fact- 
it was one of those places that when if you looked at it from the outside and form a big distance, you weren't so impressed by its colossal sizes. 
Because you only saw the front. 
It was totally different when you were inside. 
And it usually was the other way around, because as they said- one could appreciate things for what they were when they were being looked at from afar. 
It was not like that here. 
But then again- nothing was as per the usual, with Richard’s men or anything that had to do with him.
The façade was only the top layer.
And the further you wet in, the more you got involved with the gang, the more surprises were lurking in the dark corners.
Michael glanced through one of the tall French windows and saw the huge backyard that could fit five more houses like this. 
It was crazy. 
Richards’ men, Michael repeated in his head. Killian was not only one of them, not simply another underling, or a guy working for Richard. 
He was the man, sleeping with Richard. 
At first Michael had thought it had been highly unlikely- when Benjamin gave him the information. 
Now he was discovering that was exactly the truth and the information had been correct. The next thought came, this time it was the expected one. 
Michael wasn’t indifferent towards Killian. Physically.
And it wasn’t just the wolf in him. The man, the human part in him, wanted the cold, intense eyes on him. He wanted Killian on some very primitive, physical level. 
It had to be that. It wasn't like he was interested in him as a person- he knew what kind of person Killian was. 
Everyone did. 
Because besides the startling perfect face and body, Killian was insane. 
His blue eyes weren’t the only thing Michael was thinking of, though. 
To get himself out of his absurd trance, as he was already riding the “things not to think about” train, Michael asked.
"What am I supposed to be wearing, because I don't know if you'll be able to find anything my size?"
The servant walking in front of him glanced briefly backwards before he turned to look back ahead again. 
“Are you here in the place of Mr. Van Der Berg?”
“The Mr.  Who?” Michael asked surprised and cursed himself internally. Those Englishmen with their names and high-class accents, and each one of them sounding like a member of the royal family. 
Not only the owners of the fancy houses, but their servants, too. 
“Mr. Gareth’s place. Van Der Berg is his last name.”
So this was Gary's full name. Okay. It wasn't what Michael's information was saying, however. 
"Sir."
The servant added. 
The butler had pronounced “Sir” somehow mockingly, as if he was saying it only because his stuck up nature wouldn’t allow him not saying it, and as if it was obvious to literally everyone Michael was far from being a respected citizen, let alone a “Sir. “
“Oh… no…I'm not, no.  “ Michael said simply. “At least I don’t think so.“
He remembered Garry being quite against him accompanying Killian but that was pretty much all of it. 
“Really?”