The surprised tone in Andrew’s voice shows that he wasn’t expecting his father to be here or ever visit him in his office.“What are you doing here?” He asks with a confused tone.“What do you mean? Can’t I visit my own son”His father scoffs with a slight smile printed on his face.“Of course you can,”Andrew immediately offers him a seat. “If I had known that you were coming, I would have cleaned my office,”Andrew’s eyes scanned his messy office rubbing his back neck awkwardly.“You don’t need to worry about that,” his dad assures before sitting down.Andrew felt a little bit awkward, he had no idea what to say or how to act. As far as he can remember, his dad never came visiting.“So how are you doing dad!?”Andrew asked with an awkward tone.“You can relax, I am not a stranger,” his dad blurted out, noticing his discomfort.“I am sorry about that, I am just a little bit confused to see you here”Andrew nervously admits.“I am here because I want to fix things between us, I know I ove
Albert’s eyes widened immediately on hearing those words from Annabel’s mouth but he immediately recovered.“I… had… no idea,”He stammers nervously.“I mean,”Albert cleared his throat,Annabel wondered why he was nervous. “I wasn’t expecting her to come here,”He admits with an awkward smile.“Oh! That’s why you were surprised that she came” Annabel sheepishly smiled.“Exactly!”Albert nodded, agreeing with her.“So what did she say she wanted?” He asks, raising one of his eyebrows.“She didn’t really say anything, she told me she was your fiancé and left”Annabel uttered with a bright smile on her face.“If I may ask, what are you smiling about?”Albert suspiciously asked, noticing the printed smile on her lips.“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was smiling that much”Annabel immediately bowed her head.“It’s no problem,”Albert chuckles, making Annabel feel a bit embarrassed.“I just wanted to know what you were smiling about,” he added.“I… was… just.. happy”Annabel admits stuttering a bit.
Andrew halts at his tracks when realisation hits him,how will he explain that a maid is sleeping on his bed.He decided not to reply to the knock and decided that the person would leave if he didn't reply. The knock grew stronger and he had no choice but to go check who was at the door.“Are you trying to bring my door down!” He yells when he opens the door.“I’m so sorry Sir, please forgive me” Mrs jones apologised with a terrified tone.“What are you doing here?” He asks with annoyance.“I just wanted to know where Annabel is, she has been gone for a long time now”She blurted out.“You don’t need to worry, she is with me,”Andrew’s words made Mrs Jones' eyes widened in shock. “I meant… she has a job to do for me”Andrew quickly uttered, noticing her shock expression.“Oh! I thought she missed her way or something.I will get back to work then”Mrs Jones admits with an awkward smile, Andrew nods before shutting the door.‘This wouldn’t turn out good, I can feel it’ Mrs jones whispers t
The shock is evident in Juliet’s voice, her mom is the last person she ever expected to be here.“So this is what you do now!”Her mother's tone was filled with disgust.“Mom, please let us not do this here” Juliet pleaded.“The last time I checked, I am not your mother”She uttered with venom in her tongue. Those words pierced into Juliet’s heart, she could feel a burning pain in her chest.“You don’t have to remind me”Juliet bites her lips, preventing tears from rolling down her cheeks.“You had a good life, but you threw it all out because of your stubbornness”Her mother speaks with a disappointed tone.“Why are you here?”Juliet blurted out, trying to change the topic.“Why do you think I am here?”She questioned her back,Juliet was confused.“You know how embarrassing it was for your dad and I when our colleagues told us that they saw our daughter working as a waitress in some low place”Her eyes wandered the restaurant with disgust.“So you came here because your ego was hurt”Juliet
Annabel was standing in front of him, the confusion in Alberts face was evident. He has no idea what Annabel is doing here.“I’m so sorry sir. I know I shouldn't be here but I just can’t help it”Annabel uttered, giving him a seductive smile. Albert still has no idea what was going on.Before he could say a thing, Annabel made her way into his room causing him to lean backwards.She immediately shut the door in front of her with a smirk on her face, she turned to look at him for a second and she walked towards him.“What…is… going.. on.. here,” he stuttered as he leaned backwards “you shouldn’t be in here, my fiancé will be here any moment from now” he added.“We can make it as quick as possible”She walked closer to him, he leaned his back on the wall meaning there wasn’t any way for him out.“I know you want me”She whispers in his ears causing him to shiver, his whole body was ignited because of her. His heart raised faster than normal and he couldn’t help it.His cock hardened and t
Annabel’s povI should knock since I am here already, but I can't help but feel nervous about this whole thing. Why does he want to see me? Did I do something wrong again? All these thoughts clouded my mind, I decided to muster the courage and knock on his door. I knocked gently on the door, receiving an immediate reply but what I saw as soon as the door was opened shocked me. A half naked girl stood in front of the door, giving me a weird stare. Did he call me in here to try and insult me? What the actual hell is this?“Who are you?” She asked glaring at me. I guess she is a dumb one, is she that blind that she couldn’t see my uniform.“I am the new housekeeper” I answered , rolling my eyes. “What do you want?” She rudely asks, i want to smash your head on the wall, that is exactly what I wanted.“I got a call that Sir Andrew wanted to see me” I remotely answered.“Whatever i don’t care” she shut the door on my face. What a rude bastard, how dare she do that to me. I stood in fron
"What is your problem!" Mrs. Torres yelled, her voice laced with a hint of fear as she stared at the shattered bottle. Annabel quickly bent down to pick up the broken pieces, avoiding any eye contact with her boss and the visitor who had caused the commotion."I would advise you to fire her," the visitor told Mrs. Torres firmly."It was a mistake. It won't happen again," Annabel's voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze still fixed on the floor."Clean this up and leave immediately!" Mrs. Torres shouted. Annabel gathered the remaining shards of the bottle she could find, her eyes still averted. "Call Mrs. Jones," Mrs. Torres instructed, her voice echoing through the room for Annabel to hear.Annabel's POVWhat the fuck is happening? My so-called aunt is here. What does she want from me? Fear grips me as I suddenly realize that I might be exposed soon, caught in my web of lies. I knew I shouldn't have taken this job, and now I'll be fired the moment my truth is discovered. I despise this
"You should leave now," Andrew ordered the stripper, his voice filled with a mix of annoyance and urgency. The stripper, whose name he didn't even bother to learn, felt a pang of reluctance. She had hoped to spend a little more time with Andrew, as she sensed his initial enjoyment."Did you hear what I said? I want you to leave," he yelled, his tone growing louder and more intimidating. The stripper's body tensed, and fear crept into her eyes. She realised that her time with Andrew had come to an abrupt end."I thought I did great. You seemed to be having the best time of your life just minutes ago," she said, attempting to regain control of the situation. Her voice carried a seductive smile, hoping to change his mind."All I wanted was to reach my climax, and now that I have, get the fuck out of here," Andrew cursed at her, his frustration and anger evident. With a mixture of annoyance and disappointment, the stripper reluctantly left the room, leaving Andrew alone with his thoughts.
Annabel and Juliet found themselves in a state of bewilderment as they stood face to face with a man donning a distinguished beard, his friendly wave capturing their attention. Amidst the moment, Juliet instinctively grasped Annabel's hand, forming an unspoken bond between them as they cautiously approached the enigmatic figure, Andrew, whose countenance bore a semblance of disguise. Juliet, seemingly oblivious to the potential clandestine nature of their encounter, couldn't help but express her amazement. "Woah, Alex, I never knew you were this hot," she complimented, punctuating her words with a playful giggle. Annabel, however, was quick to quell her friend's exuberance, gently jerking her and signaling for quiet. As their trio converged, Annabel's discerning gaze met Andrew's, finding him already fixed on her with a subtle smirk adorning his lips. This triggered a sense of familiarity within Annabel, a recognition of that smirk, yet an elusive memory left her struggling to p
Annabel and Julie found themselves in disbelief as a mysterious figure with a masked face stood before them. Annabel, unable to contain her curiosity, questioned him with a puzzled stare, "Who are you?" Andrew, attempting to maintain an air of mystery, smoothly shifted his glass before settling in next to Julie. A silent exchange of glances between Annabel and Julie revealed their mutual confusion. Annabel inquired, "What's going on?" with a lingering tone, and Julie, equally bewildered, shrugged in response. As Andrew took a deliberate sip, he cleared his throat, adjusting his voice pitch to conceal his identity. A concealed smirk adorned his face beneath the mask as he disclosed, "I heard you guys need someone to act like a fake husband." Julie, momentarily taken aback, blinked twice before responding, "Yes, we do. We actually need someone to act as her husband for a day," pointing at Annabel, who was fixated on Andrew. Sensing Annabel's intense gaze, Andrew flinched imperc
Andrew, now visibly perplexed, continued to scratch the back of his head as he approached the table behind the coffee shop. "Annabel, where are you?" he called out, unaware of the clandestine activity transpiring just inches away. His eyebrows raised inquisitively as he surveyed the area, considering the possibility that she might be hiding. "Could she be behind this table?" he mused aloud, taking a cautious step forward as his eyes scanned the surroundings. Beneath the table, Annabel's heart raced at the realization that Andrew was inching closer. Panicking, she whispered urgently to Julie and the guy with them, "He's coming here! Why is he coming here?" Her eyes widened with concern, scanning Andrew's every move. Julie, caught off guard by the sudden urgency, questioned, "What's going on, Annabel? Why are we hiding?" Confusion clouded her expression as she tried to make sense of the situation. Annabel turned toward Julie, her voice barely audible, "That's Andrew." Julie's
One windy day, Annabel sat in her room, thinking hard. The wind outside matched the whirl of thoughts in her head. She had a big job ahead—getting Mrs. Jones to say yes so she could meet Julie. But this mission wasn’t just about typical friend talks. Restless, Annabel got up, pacing her room. “How do I ask Mrs. Jones to let me see Julie and talk about our plan for finding a fake husband?” she wondered, gently stroking her chin. The situation felt serious, full of uncertainty. In a moment of contemplation, Annabel's phone interrupted the solitude with its insistent ringing. Her eyes darted to the device resting on her bedside table, and without hesitation, she reached for it. The caller ID revealed Julie's name, and a sense of urgency compelled her to answer swiftly. Julie's voice burst forth from the speaker, a cacophony of excitement. "Get down here quick! I've found someone perfect for the job!" Annabel winced at the unexpected volume, hastily pulling the phone away from her
It has been precisely seven days since Annabel received the unusual request from Mrs. Torres to extend an invitation to her husband, a directive instigated by Mrs. Torres's concern for her sons, Albert and Andrew. The underlying motive was to serve as a deterrent, preventing any potential romantic entanglements between the aforementioned sons and Annabel. In the seclusion of his study, Andrew, immersed in his thoughts, couldn't help but vocalize his desire for Annabel. "I want her to be mine," he uttered, grappling with his emotions while nervously biting his lip. Despite the intense yearning for Annabel and the allure of her touch, Andrew realized the necessity of maintaining self-control. He understood that any hint of impropriety could lead to suspicion and, subsequently, his mother dismissing Annabel from her position. Caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, Annabel found herself walking along the mansion's passageways when she unintentionally eavesdropped on Mrs. Tor
Mrs. Torres, perceiving Annabel's evident confusion, addressed her with a blend of concern and curiosity. "Annabel, why do you seem so lost?" Mrs. Torres inquired, her attentive eyes focused on Annabel's troubled expression, sensing there was more beneath the surface. Caught off guard, Annabel met Mrs. Torres's gaze and took a moment before offering a glimpse into her internal turmoil. "It's just... I was thinking about your request," Annabel admitted, her voice tinged with a touch of nervousness as she tried to articulate the complexity of her thoughts. Mrs. Torres, expecting a more elaborate response, raised an eyebrow, prompting Annabel to delve deeper into her contemplation. "What about my request has you so preoccupied?" Mrs. Torres pressed further, her tone firm yet encouraging, urging Annabel to open up. With a sigh, Annabel felt compelled to be honest. "Mrs. Torres, the thing is, I don't have a husband," she confessed, her words carrying the weight of potential c
Albert’s keen gaze remained fixed on Andrew, waiting for an explanation. Andrew, struggling to find the right words, stammered, “Uh, I… I was just checking on Annabel. You know, making sure everything’s okay.” Albert raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his tone. “Checking on Annabel? Why all of a sudden? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Andrew hesitated, a mix of guilt and uncertainty crossing his features. “It’s just… things have been a bit complicated lately, and I thought I should see how she’s doing,” he finally admitted. Albert, though intrigued, couldn’t shake the feeling that Andrew wasn’t revealing the whole story. “Complicated? What’s going on, Andrew? Why the sudden concern for Annabel?” The air in the corridor grew tense as Andrew’s frown deepened, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Albert’s barrage of questions had struck a nerve, and Andrew decided it was time to turn the tables on his curious brother. “Albert,” Andrew began, his voice car
Meanwhile, outside Andrew’s room, Annabel leaned against the hallway wall, nursing her wounded hand. The sting of the cut was a tangible reminder of the unexpected turn of events. She replayed the scene in her mind, from Mrs. Torres’ stern warning to Andrew’s impulsive reaction. In the sprawling cotton field, Annabel caught sight of Andrew approaching, and a sudden surge of discomfort prompted her to seek refuge amidst the cotton plants, concealing herself from his view. Andrew, oblivious to her evasive maneuver, continued walking until he stood in the midst of the cotton, his eyes scanning the surroundings. “Annabel?” Andrew called out, his brow furrowing in confusion. He trailed his hand through his hair, a gesture of mild frustration. “Where could she be?” Hidden in the cotton, Annabel observed Andrew’s perplexed demeanor and wondered about his persistent attempts to be near her. A fleeting thought crossed her mind – could Andrew be in love with her? She quickly dismissed t
Andrew's mother raised an eyebrow, a stern expression on her face. "Andrew, we need to talk," she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. Andrew's earlier amusement quickly turned into apprehension as they headed to a more private space for the impending conversation. In the secluded space, Andrew's mother fixed him with a piercing gaze. "I hope you have a reasonable explanation for what I just witnessed," she stated, her voice firm. Andrew shifted uncomfortably, attempting to choose his words carefully. "It's just a misunderstanding, Mom. Annabel and I were discussing her new schedule, and things got a bit... intense," he explained, avoiding direct eye contact. His mother's expression remained unyielding. "Intense? That didn't look like a professional discussion to me," she remarked, crossing her arms. "I hope you're not taking advantage of your position, Andrew." Andrew sighed, realizing the gravity of the situation. "No, Mom, it's not like that. I just wanted to