Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12.

“What the….” I was blank-faced in the middle of a huge ass apartment. It looked much more expensive than mine and mine wasn’t even cheap, to begin with.

The floor was actually fuckin marble, the ceiling had such intricate and intimate designs. The chandelier wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen, it was designed so well that it mimicked an ocean wave. I looked at Xavier who took off his coat already and remained in a tight black long-sleeved shirt. It brought out all his muscles so I decided to not glue my eyes on them.

“Xavier…so you’re saying, you’re going to lease me or something?” I asked and he thought for three seconds before answering.

“Yes, technically. For the next week, you’re going to be mine.”

Silence stretched…how about Courtney.

He turned to face me and raised an eyebrow then fished his phone from his pocket. “Since you work for Xavier Kingston now, as your legal boss. You must follow my rules.”

I could tell he was not doing anything to do with this topic on his phone but he was ‘ambidextrous’ so what can I do?

“What rule-“ he cut me off.

“1. You are not to be seen near that club.” He looked directly at me with a threat in his eyes. “If I find you within one hundred-foot range of that place, you’ll pay dearly, love.” And I felt my heart skip a beat.

‘You’re sick Sierra, Sick!’

He looked back at his phone. “2. You MUST spend six hours here with me every single day for the next seven days without fail.” He was very stern with his words but I wanted to ask what to do about Courtney.

“3. You must say exactly what’s on your mind because I can’t read minds and I won’t magically know what you want all the time.” He was one degree calmer as he said this. So he’s saying I can ask for things. Ha, as if.

“Ok,” I said. “But what about Courtney?” I asked and he responded as he turned to walk to the kitchen.

“You can bring her with you if you want her to see r-rated activity between two adults.” He said casually and I grimaced.

Fuck!

“How am I supposed to leave her for six hours, come one be for real.” He wasn’t thinking so far, was he?

“Babysitter…that’s kinda why they exist.” He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and looked around before getting a jug of water and pouring it into the glass.

Babysitter…

I see I see, so now I have to scurry through the internet looking for someone willing to spend their summer looking after a stranger’s bratty kid. Oh well, Courtney is tired of me- she made it crystal clear.

I sighed and passed my hand over my face. “When do I start Mr. Kingston.”

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A knock sounded on the door and I was greeted by bright green eyes, a warm smile, light brown skin, and short black hair. She stretched out a hand to me and I shook it. “Good morning miss, I’m Viola Erch, the babysitter you hired from Sittar.com,” she said politely and I nodded, introduced myself, and let her in.

“Where’s the little bundle of joy?”

“I think she’s in her room, I’ll go call her and introduce you two.”

I walked to Courtney’s room and found her laying on her bed with her chin resting on her fist, her legs in the air, and her fingers tapping away on her tablet.

“Courtney, come to say hi to your new babysitter,” I said and she sighed with disinterest then got up.

“I don’t need one, you know. All you do that I can’t do is cook.” She said in frustration.

“Do you fold laundry?”

“No.”

“Do you clean up the house”

“No.”

“Do you do the shopping?”

“No.”

“Do you do the dishes?”

“Okay enough, I see your point.” She forfeited and I smiled victoriously. See, I don’t always lose.

I walked over to Viola who was seated on the couch. “Viola, this is Courtney, my little sister and or daughter. Courtney, this is Viola, your new babysitter.” I said and Courtney smiled and offered a hand to shake hands.

They indulged in small talks like Viola asking basic questions about her age and other stuff. I waddled to my room to get ready to meet Xavier.

We discussed the details yesterday and he said I had to go at 11 am, in work clothes but not too much clothing …I know exactly why.

He added that I must wear minimal makeup as well and no perfume or anything scented at all. What the fuck…does he want me to smell like I was abandoned anyway, he is the boss and he has his reasons.

As instructed, I decided to wear a pencil skirt that goes down to below my knees and has a slit on the side paired with a simple white shoulder top and some basic pointed-toe heels.

Without a purse, I would look crazy so I got a black one. I tried my best to look professional without makeup so I tied my hair into a nice bun and put on a pair of pearl earrings.

By the time I was leaving, Courtney was too busy talking to Viola that she didn’t even notice me say goodbye.

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I was seated across from Xavier who had a laptop on his lap and a cup of coffee on his side.

I don’t know how he did it but he was able to make it seem like I didn’t exist right in front of him. I took a long slurp trying to get his attention but it didn’t work.

Since earlier, I’ve been feeling a discomfort between my legs but I assume it’s because I’m in his presence. Strangely. It’s been getting only more uncomfortable by the minute. I should probably go check it out.

I stood up from the couch and felt a warm liquid flow from between my legs and that’s when it hit me.

Periods…

I walked as fast as I could to the restroom and luckily reached there on time. The first thing I checked was the back of my skirt.

Thank God I wore a black skirt.

It was clear. I let out a sigh of relief but on the other hand, there was a big splat of blood decorating my white underwear.

Why didn’t I follow the train of black undergarments today?

I took it off, got a piece of tissue, stuck it between my legs, and washed my underwear in the sink. I did get away with a light stain which wasn’t a big deal.

I held my panties up in front of my face and sighed. This is no light stain, this panty is dead.

What do I do? What the fuck do I do?

Telling Xavier that I need a tampon …or pad and starting my period here will be weird also I don’t have any underwear so my current resolution is to just stick my legs together so the tissue doesn’t fall out.

Oh, Sierra, you’ve done it this time…