Chapter 3- Sweet Memories

I woke up with wetness pulling down my pussy and it had everything to do with Mr De Vito. The image of him from last night replayed in my head like a broken record until I had fallen asleep. The man was sin personified. He was fucking handsome and breathtaking.

I still couldn't believe that someone I had thought would be a grumpy old man turned out to be a hot, pant dripping man. A man that if he had told me to get down on my knees and take his cock I wouldn't have minded.

And holy fuck when my eyes had gone down to his cock. Fuck. Although he had his swim short, there was no mistaking the fact that the man was big. My pussy clenched at the thought of what that cock could make me feel.

I groaned, rubbing my face before I stretched my hand to the bedside table to pick my phone. The time was 5:48 am and breakfast would be served by 8:00 am. I still had time but I couldn't bring myself to sleep.

I might as well just get ready. I threw the blanket off me as I climbed out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I took off my nightgown letting it pull off to my ankle before I stepped out of it and got under the shower.

The moment I turned on the shower, the memories came back.The memories of a handsome man stepping out of the pool.

My eyes closed on their own accord as I let my mind wander. His toned body, his shoulders, those veiny arms. The V line.

Before I could stop myself my hand moved to my breast as I squeezed, throwing my head back in pleasure as I imagined my hand as Mr De Vito’s. I rubbed my neck sensually as I slowly moved to the other breast as my breathing increased.

Slowly I moved my other hand down to my pussy as I rubbed on my swollen clit. I couldn't control the sounds that came out of my lips as I rubbed my clit hard and fast.

The water raining down on me made everything even more sensual as I opened my clit, rubbing it slowly before I put three fingers into my pussy.

“Oh fuck!" I cursed as I squeezed my breast harder and my fingers pumped faster into me.

“Fuck, yes," I moaned when I felt myself nearing my orgasm. My eyes closed as my mouth parted.

My head was thrown back in pleasure, my breathing ragged and then with a loud moan I came on my fingers. But no, in my head they weren't my fingers.

They were his.

I finished showering and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist and one of my hair, I walked into the closet.

I looked around my clothes for what to wear and I don't know where the wicked idea came from but I suddenly had the urge to wear something short. Okay don't get me wrong, I usually like short skirts and dresses so saying I want to wear something short is totally normal.

Yes it is.

I picked a short suit dress and then matching black heels to go. I decided to let my hair down as I applied light makeup. I didn't have many bags so I just used the same black bag I used yesterday.

I'd have to go shopping when I get my first paycheck.

I walked out of the closet satisfied with my look as I walked out of my room.

Downstairs, I was met with Janet already serving the table with another maid I haven't met before.

“Good morning Miss Ross," she greeted as I pulled a chair and sat down,

“Morning, Miss Carter," I responded and her eyes narrowed but she didn't say anything and I couldn't help but chuckle.

“Hello ma'am," the other maid greeted and I was about to give her an earful for calling me ma'am when someone walked into the dining room.

It was him.

Immediately, the air in the room shifted as the two maids straightened. His presence was commanding and it could intimate anyone and make them shrink but not me. Instead of fear, he intrigues me.

He was dressed in a crisp black suit, his hair neatly styled, not a strand out of place. He made his way to the dining table as he pulled the chair at the head table and sat down before his cold eyes turned to me.

My stomach flipped.

“Good morning, Mr De Vito," I greeted with a smile but instead of an answer, he just watched me, his eyes scanning me like he was looking for something.

“I can't believe this," he muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching. I didn't know if his anger was directed at me or not.

“Are you okay sir?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"You're who they sent for me? From all the people they could have chosen, you?” He asked and I scrunch my brows confused and offended by his words.

“Excuse me sir, I don't understand you," I said and his sharp eyes glared at me.

“You're going back," he said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Back where Mr De Vito?" I asked,

“You can't even comprehend a simple statement and they want you to work with me for a year, do they take me for a joke or something?" He said, and I blinked when the realization dawned on me.

“But I worked hard for this Mr De Vito, I worked hard for this, you can't just send me back,” I said, my voice firm despite the tremor going inside me.

I knew that all it took was one call to send me back whether I was the prize winner or not. Men like him had that power.

“I don't care how hard you worked for it but you don't look competent enough to work with me,” he said and my jaw dropped. Like literally dropped as I stared at him in shock.

"Wait, you think I am not competent enough to work with you? And how is a competent person supposed to look like?” I asked genuinely curious.

“I'm not going to answer your question Miss Ross, you're not who I'm looking for," No, I wasn't about to allow some rich hot dude ruin my dream just because he thinks I don't look competent.

“You can't do that!" I snapped standing up from my chair in anger before I could stop myself as I looked him square in the eyes. If he was shocked by my action he didn't show it, instead he leaned forward as he rested his hands on the table.

“Miss Ross, you can't work with me, go get your things ready, you'll be going back,"