The beginning

Vanessa

"They’re here”

Martina says from behind me.

“ You!, Yes you Vanessa, should hurry up and set up the wine bottles on the table or would you prefer to do that when they’re already settled in ?”

NO! NEVER!! I wouldn’t want to appear unethical in the intimidating presence of the family and their friends.

Being well acquainted with my clumsy self, I wouldn’t put it past me to drop something and make an unfitting spectacle of myself.

“ Hurry.” she says once again, sounding more agitated by the passing second while ushering me in the direction of the dining room.

“ You wouldn’t want to irritate your bosses."

My said bosses are some of the most intimidating people that you might ever get to meet. I don’t say this because I have seen them get furious and lash out at people, even though I have. I’m saying this because they are some of the most influential people to walk this planet and their aura alone is enough to intimidate you.  

They belong in the upper echelon of the high class society. They make and destroy people without having to lift a finger or move from their chairs.  

Why would anyone, least of all, me, want to irritate them.

I waste no time setting up all the needed bottles and quickly make my way out through the back door, after completing my mission and high five myself at successfully avoiding the presence of my bosses.

I quickly find my way back to the kitchen through the hallway and plop down onto one of the stools situated near the enormous kitchen island.  I still can’t get over how luxurious this house is even after working here for eight years. Money is still a wonderful and mysterious sight to me.These people just give off the idea that money isn’t meant for everyone and that you have to be worthy of it, passing through a series of tests, before it makes its way to finally embrace you. I can still remember how I felt the first day I showed up at the house.

Eight years ago,

Walking alongside my parents, I could not bring my lips together to close up my mouth while gazing at this magnificent sight before me.

This isn’t just a home, it’s a palace, a mansion unlike anything I have ever seen.

It’s windows were shiny and large to welcome the rays of sunlight. The rock walls belonged right where it was, as if, maybe, it had grown right from the ground. It was as though it had been conjured or called into existence to protect the people within it’s walls.  

The mansion stands strongly and proudly, surrounded by an expansive green space, you would think that the only architect capable of this magnificence is mother nature herself. You can tell that it reeks of overflowing wealth.

“ These people probably have more money than God himself. I’m sure they’re very interesting. The people inside.” 

I could hear my father chuckling beside me. “ Just make sure to keep to yourself.” I hear my mom say from my right side.

“ The one thing these people appreciate more than money is privacy and you wouldn’t want to make them uncomfortable in their own home with your mouth wide open and drooling like that.” My father suddenly lets out a loud laugh.

" Leave the girl alone Christina, let her feed her imagination. Just make sure to stay here while we go speak with our boss. Okay?” 

“ And please don’t wander around.” I’m still watching the house and can’t bring my tongue to say what my brain wants so I just nod in accordance. My dad just shakes his head and takes my mom’s hand as they both walk into the house with the mighty eighteenth century-like front doors swallowing them whole.

I’m standing right outside close to the fountain waiting for them when I feel the hairs on the back of neck rise and a strange feeling of being watched trickle down my spine. I turn back and I’m immediately faced with the presence of a very large, angry, dangerous, menacingly looking dog.  

Who the hell let out Cerberus from hell and why would they unleash it on me? Good, sweet me.“Don’t move” something sweet and calm calls out from behind me. “ Whatever you do, do not make a move or he’ll murder you.” 

Every momentary admiration I had for the sweetest voice laced with velvety dark chocolate that I just heard flew out the window the moment I heard the word “ murder” and the loud bark that follows.

I’m really going to wet my panties and die at the claws and fangs of this beast. Is this really my end. Is this where it all ends. Death by Cerberus? Why would the devil even set his pet at me? I have never done anything wrong apart from having dirty, sexual fantasies sometimes and I’ve heard that it’s normal with people my age and the occasional times I wanted to bash Mrs. Barton’s head against the classroom walls.  

“ Stop moving, you’re scaring him.” WHAT THE HELL?!!! I’m the one at risk of loosing my life here. I’m the one facing her final moment. I turned back to look at the person spewing such an outrageous accusation as if someone as timid as me can scare off such monstrosity. 

“ Brutus come over here, I’ll make the bad scary clown leave.”

God! Shit!! I knew it was a bad idea to wear this rainbow colored shirt.

Cerberus finally moves away from me to whom I assume is his owner. The devil. I finally turn back and come face to face with the most angelic sight I have ever come across. 

Unlike me, he doesn’t look out of place in his crimson white shirt and khaki shorts. Standing tall at well over six feet , with broad shoulders and striking features that will leave girls drooling and men green with envy. I finally look up from his body to find the most perfect face I have ever seen. I mean, I have seen my fair share of the opposite gender but this has to top it all . I even forgot to breathe. From the fullest, kissable lips, to the most beautifully structured nose, to the greenest eyes which I attribute to the creation of mother nature, to the thickest brows and longest eyelashes that makes me feel every bit like the clown he just called me.  

It’s like God created him the day after he had his rest. With so much time and care and water from the most beautiful spring. 

It was all beautiful until he opened his mouth to speak. “ I really want to know what good that mouth is for since you can’t seem to get it closed.”

“ You really look stupid staring like that, you know, staring like you wouldn’t like anything better than to have my cock pushed roughly down your throat.”

Wait! What?!!! What did he just say…

“ Vanessa!” “ Earth to Vanessa” I suddenly feel someone shake on my shoulders.

“ What in the name of God are you doing drifting off when the whole house is on fire?” 

“ What happened?”

“ Some careless person forgot to set up Mr. Ian’s favorite bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and now he’s about to throw a fit."

Mr Ian! Dimitri!

 "What the fuck!"