Angel And Devil

She nervously clutched at the strap of her bag as she dazedly stared at the huge mansion that stood proud and tall in front of her. She found the extravagance of the house daunting. She was so intimidated that for a minute, she considered turning tails. She just couldn't picture herself casually strolling through the corridors of this magnificent building.

"Excuse me, you need some help?" the guard approached her. He had been watching her for the last 10 minutes gawking at the mansion. Although it was nothing out of the ordinary, the mansion had distracted many. However, the guard was strictly instructed to question anyone and everyone who is seen around the mansion for safety purposes.

Arabella didn't respond.

"Ma'am," the guard tried again, louder this time.

"Huh?" Arabella absently turned to the guard and blinked her eyes into focus. 

"You have been standing here for the last 10 minutes. I was asking if you needed any help?" the guard responded in a professional manner

"No...I mean yes..I have come here for an interview, sir," she managed a smile on her face. She was already nervous and the grand sight of the house had only added to her jittery.

"Very well. May I know the name of the person you wish to meet," the guard asked in a composed manner.

"Yes. It's Mr. Robert Brown," her smile widened a fraction. The guard couldn't keep himself from smiling at the little lady as he found her smile infectious.

"Wait a second, ma'am. I'll call him to let him know about your arrival," his voice had softened and the cold expression on his face had turned to a friendly one.

He motioned for her to follow him.

"Thank you and please, call me Arabella," she said modestly before following him. 

She stood outside his quarter as the guard conversed with Mr. Brown through the phone, inside. A minute later, the guard emerged from his small room and gestured for her to follow him.

Arabella's hold on her bag tightened. She had never given an interview before. She didn't know how she was going to deal with it. Sister Teresa had assured her that Mr. Brown is a warm person with a good heart and that she will get the job for she is the best suitable person. But still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Her heart was racing wildly and her hands were sweating despite the cold weather.

The guard led her in through a mighty mahogany door. Her eyes bulged out and her lips parted in awe as she explored the insides of the mansion. It was splendid.

She followed him into a room that looked like some office, a neat one at that. Her orbs zealously ran over the shining wooden walls and shelves that were stacked with books. The scraping of the chair against the floor broke her inspection.

"Make yourself comfortable," the guard pulled the chair for her. She thanked him and slipped into it.

"Mr. Brown will be here shortly," He informed her before showing himself out.

The room fell in deep silence. Ara utilized the time in admiring the room.

Her ears perked up when she heard approaching footsteps. The door swung open and she straightened her stance.

She turned her head to see the person and stood to her feet out of courtesy.

The man who looked to be in his 60s closed the door and turned around. The man was bald if not counting the bush of hair circling his head. The man didn't have a lean physique but looked rather portly. His protruding belly and chubby face made him look friendlier.

And when he flashed Ara a smile, she gathered she would like him. Her nervousness allayed a little.

"Good Morning, sir. I am Arabella Garcia. Sister Teresa must have told you about me," she started with a smile

"Yes. Yes... sit down," Mr. Brown crossed over to his side of the table.

"So, Miss Arabella, sister Teresa told me that you used to help her in her medical duties. Would you mind telling me what you've learned from that so far?" he put his hands on the table and clasped them together.

Arabella gulped back her hesitance and managed to string words together.

A few more questions and she was selected.

Mr. Brown told her about the condition of Angela and how she didn't only need physical aid but emotional too. He asked her if she would be able to do that. Arabella nodded without missing a beat. She knew what she was throwing herself into. She was prepared for it, at least she thought she was. The young woman's determination impressed the older man a lot and he ended up offering her the job.

Robert asked her if she wanted to meet Angela. She responded with a smiling nod.

The house had a complicated interior. She realized it was going to take her some time to memorize all the turns and corridors. Mr. Brown led her through different alleys and they finally stopped in front of a wooden door. Mr. Brown knocked at the door. A woman in her late 40s opened the door.

"Mr. Brown," the woman greeted him and stepped back

Mr. Brown entered the room, Arabella hot on his trail. Her eyes scanned the room and halted at a little girl who was sitting in a wheelchair with her face towards the window. She was peering out through the window. Arabella felt a tug at her heart. She didn't need to see her face to feel the gloom that was radiating off of the little girl.

"Mrs. Davis, she is Ms. Garcia. the new caretaker of Angela," his voice broke her from her thoughts.

"Ms. Garcia, she is Mrs. Davis, the current caretaker of Angela," Both of them shared a polite smile and shook their hand.

"Mrs. Davis is leaving next month. You can join from then," Mr. Brown informed her.

"You can have a word with Baby Angela if you wish to. She doesn't talk much though," Mr. Brown briefed her with a tinge of despondency.

"I would love to," Ara replied graciously. She had a soft spot for kids, in fact, she liked to spend her time more with innocent children than the girls of her age.

"Alright, then. We'll be outside," Mr. Brown informed her and started towards the door. Mrs. Davis flashed her a kind smile before following Mr. Brown.

Now it was just her and that little angel in the room. She walked over to where she was and kneeled beside her wheelchair. The little girl didn't take notice of her.

"What are you watching, little one?" Arabella enthused. The little girl didn't even bother to turn her way, she kept staring out the window. But Ara didn't let it dampen her spirit. She put on her best smile and held her hand out in her direction.

"Hi, I am Arabella. What's your name?" she queried cheerfully. The seconds passed by but her question never met with an answer nor did her hand with hers. The little girl was just watching something that was happening outside.

Ara followed her line of gaze. She felt disheartened when she realized what she was staring so keenly at. There was a bunch of kids playing football in the garden. Tears pricked Ara's eyes as she turned to look at Angela. She also wanted to go out and play just like every other child. She was too small, too tiny, to fight through life. Why did God have to be this cruel with an angel like her?

Not being able to take it anymore, she rose to her feet and started dashing towards the door. Ara dried her eyes and stepped out. Mr. Brown and Mrs. Davis were standing just outside. Whereas Mrs. Davis was standing by the corner, Mr. Brown,'s back was on them as he was talking to someone, more like parroting.

"Yes, boss. Okay, boss. yes...Yes, boss...But I think......okay, boss," he disconnected the call and turned to look at the duo.

Mrs. Davis walked back into the room whereas Mr. Brown strode over to her.

"Now, let's talk about your salary and allowances, Miss. Garcia," Mr. Brown started

..........

One Month Later

Today was the day she was going to start her new life. A new beginning. An eighteen-year-old taking on the world on her own. The thought sent a shiver of thrill down her spine. The girl had celebrated her 18th birthday last month. It was the birthday she had. The orphanage had given her a surprise party which was both a birthday and farewell party. Everyone got so emotional by the time the party ended. Sister violet and others told her that they were going to miss her.

She came across the same guard when she entered through the door. The man nodded and flashed her a friendly smile. She reciprocated with equal enthusiasm. She loved smiling faces.

The guard took her luggage and led her into the mansion just like last time.

He took her to an unknown woman. She hadn't seen her before.

"Mrs. Taylor, this is Ms.Garcia, the new caretaker of baby Angela," he introduced her to the kind-looking lady. Ara felt somewhat at ease in the company of the older lady. She was getting friendly vibes from her.

"You look so young. How old are you, little one?" The woman took a step back and asked in a mildly surprised manner. Ara flashed her an awkward smile. She wasn't expecting this to be her first question.

"I've just turned 18," she answered sheepishly. Mrs. Taylor nodded.

"Taking up such a big responsibility at such a tender age. You do know what this job entails, right?" the lady inquired in a friendly manner.

Ara gave her an affirmative nod. " I don't believe in judging someone's capability or maturity on the basis of their age. Mr. Brown has briefed me about my duties and I can't wait to start on. Angela is a lovely girl, I am looking forward to befriending her," Ara answered confidently. The head of housekeeping nodded in approval and regarded her with an impressed look.

"I'll show you to your room. And call me Jennifer. Mrs. Taylor makes me feel old," the lady gave her an amiable laugh.

"Only if you call me Arabella or just Ara, whichever you like," Ara had started to open up with the older lady.

"I'll stick to Ara then," Jennifer turned her gaze to her and grinned.

The room she was allotted was right next to Angela's.

Ara had never seen a room this beautiful. On TV, yeah, but not in reality. First of all, the room was threefold bigger than her room back in the orphanage. The bed appeared softer than her skin. Some fancy mini light fixtures were decorating both the walls and the ceilings. There was also a cupboard on the most left side and next to that was a door.

"Where does this door lead to?" Ara asked confused

"Your bathroom," Jennifer looked amused. It was not difficult to figure that the little woman had not been to a well-endowed home before.

"Ohh," Ara murmured. She was even given her own bathroom. She had seen it all in films but never thought one day she would get a chance to experience it.

"You get fresh. I'll bring something to eat for you," Jennifer spoke from the door.

Ara turned towards the old woman. "Please, don't trouble yourself because of me. You tell me the way. I'll get it myself," Ara said humbly. She was used to doing her work by herself. It made her a little uncomfortable letting someone else do her work.

"No problem at all, young lady. This mansion is like a labyrinth for newcomers. I am afraid you will lose your way. It's better I get you your food and then I'll give you a tour to the house," Jennifer offered

"Sure, I would love that," Ara jumped at the offer.

Jennifer closed the door on her way out.

Ara decided to explore her new room a little. She walked over to the bed and touched the velvety sheets. She couldn't remember when she had touched something so smooth. It didn't take her long to realize that it was silk. Just how rich the owner of this mansion is? She thought to herself.

Her feet carried her towards the cupboard. She opened it and discovered that the wardrobe was too big for her handful of clothes. Then she moved to the bathroom. Her jaw dropped open both in surprise and admiration. Even the bathroom was bigger than her previous room. Her eyes ran over the walls decked with fancy stones, a classy bathtub, glass-made shower room. She was astounded by the beauty of this place. A palace would be a better name.

After admiring the room to her heart's content, Ara rinsed her face and stepped outside. Jennifer was already in her room, waiting for her. There was a tray full of delicious food placed on the side table.

"I think you have overestimated my appetite. I can't eat this all " Ara voiced out her concern while looking skeptically at food.

"It's not much,"

Ara wanted to say no but she couldn't bring herself to do so. What if she find her rude. So, she reluctantly nodded and grabbed the tray. Jennifer sat beside her. She quickly said her grace before digging into the meal. Jennifer's inquisitive eyes were scanning the meek girl with great interest. Ara had started to feel uncomfortable under her scrutiny. She internally implored her to avert her gaze from her. She started searching for questions in her head to distract the woman from boring holes in her skin.

"Who owns this place?" she asked off the top of her head. She breathed in relief when Jennifer's attention averted from her

"Killian Serrano. It's his mansion. He doesn't stay here, though. He lives in Spain," A frown perched atop her brows. She couldn't understand how a man can leave their niece all alone in a foreign country.

"Why is he not staying with Angela?" her curiosity had now peaked. The man should have been staying with Angela as she needed family supports the most right now. Jennifer's lips tilted into a cryptic smile.

"His business is established in Spain,"

"So he never visits Angela?" She felt pity for the little girl. Ara had spent her whole life without a family and she knew just how important a family is for a growing child. Kids look for protection and love that only a family can provide.

" He does, but rarely. Once in six months,"

"Are they close? Angela and her uncle?"

"Not really. Mr. Serrano doesn't have much experience in dealing with kids. Angela completely changed after the accident. She doesn't talk much, you would hardly see her smiling. Mr. Serrano attempted a few times to converse with her but to no avail. The girl has completely shut herself out," she explained

"What kind of person is Mr. Serrano?" she couldn't help but ask. His name oozed power and authority. She wondered if he matched his name. Jennifer fell silent after listening to her question.

" He...umm..you can say he has a reserved personality. He is strict and sometimes can come off as rude. But..but he is a good man," Ara noticed how Jennifer's lips twisted in what looked like distaste when she spoke the last line.

"You don't have to worry about him. As I told you he rarely flies over here and when he does, it is usually for a day or max for two. And he likes to keep to himself. Don't come in his way and he wouldn't even notice you," she assured her with a comforting smile.

Ara nodded in understanding.

"Are you done?" Jennifer was now eyeing her almost empty plate

Ara swallowed her bite, "Yes,"

"Alright, let me show you the mansion then," she rose to her feet and waited for Ara to do the same.

Jennifer gave her a tour of the house. There were more than 10 rooms in the mansion and each room was as lavish as her own. They also ran in many mansion's workers during their tour. All of them looked friendly.

There was one more room they passed by but Jennifer didn't tell her anything about it.

Ara asked her about the room and it is then she revealed that the room belonged to Killian. He would put in here during his stay in London. Nobody was allowed to enter the room. The room was locked and would open only a day prior to his arrival and that too was only for cleaning.

"You've seen the whole mansion now. It will take you some time to memorize each part but I guess, now you know where the important parts are, kitchen and stuff," they both entered Ara's room.

"Thank you, Jennifer. It's very kind of you to show me around. I am so glad you work here and that we met," she admitted honestly

"You are a beautiful soul, child. Don't ever change," Jennifer blurted, taking her by surprise. Color crept up Ara's neck. Compliments always made her feel shy.

"Now that you are fully settled. You can start from tomorrow," Jennifer told her. Ara nodded in understanding.

"Now, get some rest," with that said, she shut the door.

............................................Killian.....................................

"I need all the details by the end of the day," he barked into his phone and disconnected the call.

"idiotas," he murmured to himself.

Killian wasn't in the best of his moods today. His shipment had disappeared without a trace. What infuriated him more was the incompetence of his men. They all drew blank when he demanded details. This was unacceptable.

He opened the door and climbed off his Cadillac. He graciously buttoned his suit jacket and started towards his sister's mansion. His half-sister had this weird habit of organizing luncheons once every month.

Sofia was the only person he considered family. Although she was his half-sister, she loved him like her own. Sofia was completely the opposite of Killian both in terms of nature and looks. She was endowed with geniality and a kind heart. She was cute with her hazel eyes and brown curls. The 23-year-old woman was happily married to a doctor and was expecting her first child.

Killion loved to visit her but didn't like luncheons where his dad would also be present. He wasn't fond of him, in fact, quite the opposite can be stated.

The table was ready, with all the members of the family sitting in their respective seats. His eyes first connected with Matias Serrano, his father. The older man was eyeing him like a hawk. Killian didn't bother to greet him. Beside him was Mia, his father's new wife who was of the same age as Sophia. She flashed him a provocative smile. Killian's gaze dropped to her spilling tits. Most of her boobs were hanging out of her deep-neck dress. The woman leaned forward to give him a better view. Killian gazed up and met her hungry eyes. He smirked his sexy smirk at her before turning to look at his sister.

"You came," her voice sounded surprised. She had one hand wrapped around her baby bump. Killian still couldn't understand why his sister was so excited to have a kid. Kids are a nuisance. He had suggested she abort it a number of times but she just wouldn't listen.

She placed a hand on his bicep and gave him a heartfelt smile. Killian returned the gesture.

"Come, have a seat. We were about to start," she walked him to his chair that was next to Elena. He just noticed Elena. She winked at him. Killian gave no reaction. He settled next to her. Sophia's husband smiled and nodded at him. Even though they were sitting a chair apart, he could easily sense his nervousness.

The table had suddenly turned silent after his arrival. Killian was used to that. He just had that kind of aura about him. Except for some foolish girls, who were openly gawking at him, the entire table had their eyes fixed on their food. All of them knew who he was and what he was capable of.

Killian constantly felt the sharp gaze of his father on him but he deliberately ignored it.

They were in the middle of lunch when he felt Elena's palm on his crotch. She squeezed and started massaging his member through the fabric. Killian didn't object. He felt his erection growing as she groped, stroked, and fondled his manhood. Very soon he was stiff as a pole.

Not much communication happened over the table during lunch. If not for Sophia, the whole lunch would have passed in deep silence.

The lunch ended. Everyone took to their feet and scurried towards the living area. Killian decided to take his leave. Anything beyond this lunch would give him a headache. As he was standing to his feet, Elena clung to his arm.

"Baby, you are hard. Let's get a room and fix this issue," Elena purred in his ear while patting his erection.

Killian liked the idea but before he could give his approval his phone rang, snapping him out of his nasty thoughts. Santiago's number flashed on the screen. He strode away from her to answer the call.

"Don, we have located the shipment. It wasn't captured. It had strayed from its path due to the storm that happened yesterday,"

Killian walked into a room and closed the door behind.

"How long will it take for it to reach its destination," he queried

"dos días como máximo," Santiago answered. (Two days maximum)

"Este acuerdo es muy importante. no toleraré ningún error," he said in a firm tone (This deal is very important. I won't tolerate any mistake)

"No se preocupe, Don," Santiago assured him. (rest assured)

Killian hung up.

A pair of dainty arms reached around his waist and worked its way down his hard-on.

"Looks like you are already ready," Mia cupped his erection. A breathless moan tore from her throat as she felt up his length. She started rubbing his breasts against his back to ease the ache between her legs.

"It's been a long time since we did it. Fuck me, Killian," she kneaded his length with urgent hands before her fingers started to fumble with his belt.

Killian stopped her and removed her hands off him. Mia was shocked.

The Mafia King turned around and grabbed her jaw. His expression, dark and intimidating.

"Nobody tells Killian Serrano what to do," he roughly squeezed his jaw. She whimpered in pain.

"You want me to fuck you? Get down on your knees and beg for my cock like a good little slut," he harshly threw her chin away. His nasty words and rough conduct intensified the ache between her thighs. Her insides were bursting with lust.

She fell down on her knees and hastily yanked her dress down, revealing her melon-sized boobs to him.

"Please, take me, Killian. I am your slave. Do whatever you want to do with me," she clenched her thighs. The need was growing more and more. Killian eyed her, impassively.

" Touch your boobs for me," he instructed her as he shoved his hands into his pant pockets and took a step back.

Eager to please him, she pinched her pebbled nipples with her nimble index finger and thumb. She twisted one nipple and squeezed her other breast simultaneously. The sensation prompted a moan from her.

"Take it in your mouth and suck," he commanded huskily. She promptly shoved her left nipple into her mouth and started sucking on it. He watched her, his cock demanding release from the confinement of his pants.

"Unbuckle my pants," he stood rooted to his spot. Mia crawled up to him both on her knees, and hands. She rose to her knees and found his crotch in front of her mouth. She raised her hands to undo his belt when Kilian threw another command.

"With your mouth," she looked up at him, confused. He arched his fine brow, daring her to defy him

She bent her head and put her mouth on his belt. She, with greater efforts, managed to undo the belts and unbutton his pants. She pulled his pants down followed by his boxers. His cock sprung out instantly. Greed flashed in her big eyes and her face broke into a broad grin.

She stuck the tip of her tongue out and traced his narrow slit with it. She brought her tongue to the side of his shaft and licked it all the way to his balls. Her tongue diligently stroked the underside of his length before slithering back up. She widened her mouth into an O and started taking him in, inch by inch. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't take all of him as he was too big.

Her head started bobbing up and down as she sucked his hard shaft. He grabbed the sides of his head and made some powerful thrusts into her mouth. Her smothered moans echoed in the room.

Killian grabbed her shoulder and forced her up. Saliva dripped down her mouth and her red hair resembled a crow's nest.

He shoved her towards the table. Mia bent over it, wiggling her ass at him. He seized her waist and bunched her dress up. His fingers pushed her g-string aside and probed her already dripping pussy. Killian fisted her hair and shoved all the way inside her in a quick motion. She screamed a choking gasp, her knees buckled. He set the pace and pillaged her pussy like a predator ravages his prey. Pushing in, pulling out. His every thrust, an unequivocal declaration of his potent sexuality and robust masculinity. He was a warrior through and through both inside and outside the bed.

She whimpered in pain, moaned in pleasure, and gasped in ecstasy.

"Oh..my...Oh...shit..yes," she mewled, feeling close to her mind-altering orgasm, as he drilled her pussy from behind.

After fifteen minutes of fucking her rigorously, Killian pulled out. She turned around and got down on her knees. He pushed his cock inside her mouth, ejaculating on her tongue. Mia thirstily drank up every drop of his semen. He withdrew and put his length back into his boxers. Even though her skin had turned red from top to bottom due to the rigorous exercise they just did, Mia was glowing with satisfaction.

Her lipstick had smeared, her dress disheveled, her hair messy. She was eyeing Killian as if he was some sort of god. Sex god.

"I had almost forgotten just how good you are. We should..we should do it again sometime," she suggested hopefully and seductively, not wanting to irk him.

He gave her a bored look before going back to the task of tying his belt. Her smile dropped instantly. She felt dejected.

"Well....Just so you know..You can call me whenever you need a release. I would love to help you," she added. Her desire for him was simmering beneath her skin.

Killian raised his hand and grabbed her nipple. Mia sucked in a breath. Her anticipation rose. He rotated her bud between his fingers. Mia whimpered when he applied too much pressure. He tugged at her nipple, forcing her to step forward.

"Your pussy is too loose for my liking," he stated plainly before letting go of her nipple. He smirked as her expression crumbled. He fucking loved crushing people's hope. Without sparing another glance at her, he sashayed out the room, leaving a wanton behind.