“Put on the dress!”

“He is so unbelievable”, she said to herself.

“How can someone be so rude!”. Catherine speed walked towards the door and locked it. Both the key and dead bolt. “Douchebag”, she cussed as she took off the towel and applied lotion to her skin.

She noticed the clothes, neatly folded on the bed. Her eyes glanced at the underwear that sat on the neat pile. “Perv”, she mumbled, picking it up with one hand. She slipped it on.

“It fit! How’d he know my sized”, her cheeks were flushed. There was a knock on the door. She panicked and ran back into the bathroom quickly. She felt anxious. What if he got close to her again? A smile appeared on her face.

“It’s locked”, she heard a female voice say from behind the door.

“She may be in the shower, just wait outside,” that was Kenedy’s voice.

“Yeah, I locked the door”, she sighed with relief slipping on her clothes. She opened the door to find a lady carrying a tray. Definitely in her forties.

“Good morning Madame”, the lady walked in and place the tray on the side table then brought in a stand.

“Good God”, she whispered, making sure to conceal her excitement. The lady exited the room. At no point did she turn her back to Catherine.

Catherine jumped into the bed, set the glass of coffee aside, and took the glass of water instead.

She sighed with satisfaction after downing her glass of water. It was a big breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, two sausages and eggs. A knock on the door got her using her cutlery instead of her hands. The door opened.

“I’d advice you drink the coffee Flora. Today’s going to be a long day”, Donovan hissed. He was not dressed in his usual cooperate wear. This time, he didn’t wear a suit, just a dress shirt, pants and a tie.

She stared intensely at her food without glancing at him. His footsteps receded, then approached again.

“Do not, under any circumstance, leave this room!”, his instructions were clear. She could feel his cold stare even without looking at him. He left again.

“Prick!”, she muttered. She hadn’t accounted for a time where she cussed this much apart from when she worked as a cleaner and waitress.

She finished her food and sat there quietly, and then she heard scraping on the door. When Cathy opened it, she found a teenage girl, and the scraping came from who seemed to be a puppy.

“My name is Keila. Can I come in?”, she smiled. Catherine was pleased to see a well-mannered person. At this point, she’d be pleased to see just about anyone.

Keila walked into the room and sat on the bed.

“So, you’re my brother’s girlfriend”, she smirked. Catherine’s eyes grew wild. She shook her head erratically. “Emphatically, no!”.

She pouted, “sad”.

“Donovan’s your brother?”, she was surprised. Since they were siblings, she would know her brother’s girlfriend. Maybe he didn’t have one. She was intrigued. “So, your brother is single?”.

“Ask me, I’m right here”, Catherine turned to the door, her cheeks flushed as she caught a glimpse of Donovan. Embarrassment washed through her expression.

“Take, wear this”, he tossed a dress on the bed. “Keila, leave”, he said curtly. Keila sluggishly exited with her puppy.

He shut the door and locked the dead bolt. “Put on the dress”, he ordered. Anger and confusion washed over her. “No”, her tone was unapologetic.

He walked towards her slowly, every step larger than the next. “I said wear the dress”, his tone was impatient. Her face turned pale. “I said, No!”. Catherine sat on the bed, acting unfazed.

Donovan was two steps away from her. “I said, put it on”, he repeated. “No”, her voice was shaky. It lost all the confidence it once had. Donovan was now in front of her. He placed both hands on the bed.

Catherine trembled slowly, crawling backward. He held on to one of her legs and tugged slightly. She squirmed, trying to get her leg out of his grip. He tightened his hand and pulled her forward till their faces were so close she could feel his breath.

He stared into her eyes. “I—”, she tried to speak. “Shhh”, he cut her off. Donovan pulled his hands completely off her body and slowly withdrew. “Put on the dress”, he spoke before walking out of the room.

Catherine was speechless. What had happened? And why didn’t she want it to stop? She was dazed. Her eyes moved to the dress. She put in on and sat on the bed. Obedience was never one of her greatest qualities, but with him, it was different.

“Where are we going?”, she asked Kenny who led the way.

“To meet the boss”, Kenny didn’t even as much as glance at her. She walked quietly through the endless lawn.

“Are you scared?”, He looked sincerely concerned.

“No”, she turned to him.

“You’re shaking”, he said dryly. She paused. “A little”, she said. He rubbed her back slowly.

“Very inappropriate Kenny”, Donovan appeared behind them. “I was just—”, Kenny stuttered. He paused when he observed the look on Donovan’s face.

“I’m sorry”, he bowed slightly.

Catherine hissed. “Why are you apologizing?”. Kenny stayed quiet with head faced forward. They arrived at the outdoor sitting, relatively far from the pool house.

“This way”, Kenny led the way. Catherine and Donovan followed directly behind.

Mr. Stanford was seated with Nigel. There were two glasses of whiskey placed on black coasters. “Come in,” Stanford seemed elated. The place smelled of coffee. She wasn’t much of a fan of it, but she loved the smell. Her eyes immediately caught a candle that stood on one of the tables.

“Sit down,” Stanford ordered.

“I’m sure Donovan has briefed you about the trip,” Stanford said. Catherine shot him a puzzled look.

“Dony?”, he arched his brow, giving Donovan a deadly stare.

Donovan squared his shoulder, “Umm, I haven’t had the chance yet,” he stuttered.

“Fine. What’s your name sweetie,” Stanford asked. Does everyone in this household not know it’s disrespectful to refer to a lady as something other than her name? Catherine was peeved by their silly habit.

“Catherine Flora, my name is Catherine sir!”, she emphasized each word with a very aggravated tone.

“Well, Catherine, the job is yours already,” Catherine cringed at the sound of those words.

“And, we’re going to need you to sign this,” Donovan dropped a huge pile of papers on the bench that stood in front of her. Catherine huffed, gravely concerned by the content of the papers in front of her. It was either this or prison.

She scanned through the document, after the first pages, she was tired. She flipped to the final pages, there were no loopholes or irregularities. Usually, in the soap operas she watched, there was usually something hidden in the final clause.

Catherine signed the document as she felt a lot of heavy stares directed towards her.

“Great, let’s get down to business,” Stanford cackled. Kenny retrieved the papers from her and handed them over to Donovan.

“I hope I made the right decision,” she mumbled.

“See you 8am tomorrow!”, Donovan growled.