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.
Andrew's gaze fixed upon his brother, sensing the palpable tension enveloping the room. Determined to break through whatever thoughts plagued Albert, he spoke up, "Why are you looking like that? It's just the housekeeper."Albert snapped out of his reverie, his mind refocusing on the present. "You can come in," Andrew called out, granting permission for the housekeeper, Annabel, to enter.Upon hearing Andrew's approval, Annabel cautiously stepped into the room, her gaze lowered, avoiding direct eye contact with the brothers. "Madam asked me to call both of you for breakfast," she calmly stated, still avoiding their gaze."That's alright, we'll be down in a minute," Albert replied with a warm smile. "And there's no need for you to keep your gaze down when talking to us," he added, earning a sidelong glance from Andrew."It's okay if she wants to maintain her gaze down; it simply shows respect," Andrew said, chuckling softly as he observed Annabel, still with her eyes fixed on the floor
Albert, feeling the weight of the situation, desperately searched for the right words to extricate himself."Ohh, your housekeeper, right?" Tracy asked, seeking confirmation of her assumption."Yes, my housekeeper," Albert stuttered, his words stumbling out. "She always makes mistakes with my breakfast, and that's why I called her name," he explained, feeling awkward.Tracy smiled and said, "That's alright then. No crabs for you, I suppose." However, Albert couldn't shake off a sense of discomfort at Tracy's response."Doesn't it bother you that I called you someone else?" he asked, attempting to understand her reaction."It was a mistake, and I understand," she replied, offering a reassuring smile. "What do you think about steaks, then?" she asked, trying to redirect the conversation."That would be fine," Albert replied, grateful for the change of subject."Alright, then," she said. Tracy promptly informed the waiter of their order, and within a few minutes, their food arrived. As t
Annabel's POV:As I listened to my friend excitedly suggest double dates with our husbands, I couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. Personal space seemed to be a foreign concept to her. Did I look like someone who would enjoy spending my free time with others, especially if I had a husband?"Thanks for the kind gestures, but I don't think I would love to spend my free time with someone other than my husband," I politely declined her offer, wearing a smile on my face."That's too bad then. We would have had a lot of fun," she responded, sounding a little disappointed with my reply."Maybe next time," I said, trying to lift her spirits a bit. She gave me a slight smile in return.Leaving the kitchen, I made my way back to my room, still holding the money in my hands. As I stared at it, I couldn't help but think of how proud my parents would be that I had earned my first paycheck, all thanks to Juliet. Speaking of Juliet, I should give her a call to let her know about my day off so w
"There will be a promotion," Annabel exclaimed excitedly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation."Anna, what the hell! For a moment, I was scared it was something really serious," Juliet said, a mixture of relief and slight annoyance evident in her voice."It is something serious," Annabel replied, feeling a tinge of disappointment at Juliet's reaction to the news."I knew about the promotion already, I just never really said anything about it," Juliet admitted, noticing the disappointment on Annabel's face.Annabel's smile returned, albeit slightly subdued. "I'm just a little excited about it, and that means I'll have to put in even more effort.""That's the spirit, Anna! You'll be able to save up enough money from it," Juliet encouraged, her eyes filled with genuine support."That's the plan, and when I do, I'll quit and start my very own café," Annabel excitedly declared, her dream taking shape in her mind."That sounds like a fantastic plan, and I'll always be here to give you my un
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