When I woke up the next morning, my hair was a mess and my eyes were heavy with exhaustion.The events of the previous night played over and over in my mind. Each detail was etched into my memory like a vivid nightmare.I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Keith may have agreed to play along for now, but I knew better than to trust his intentions completely. There was something about him that set my nerves on edge.Pushing aside the tangled sheets, I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my feet acting as a medium to wake my body.With a heavy sigh, I splashed cold water on my face and then stepped under the shower after taking off whatever was left on my body.The water cascaded over me, soothing my frayed nerves as I stood beneath the steaming spray.Today was the beginning of a new chapter. And no matter what lay ahead, I was ready to face it head-on.I stepped out of the bathroom and began to prepare for the day ahead.As I dressed, I couldn'
The unexpected turn of events left me feeling like I was walking on thin ice. I was sure to get the job at first but with Keith's sudden appearance, there's no telling what the results could turn out to be. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure as I launched back into the interview process, hoping that I could still make a good impression despite the unexpected twist. "So, Jenna, why do you want to work for our company?" the first interviewer asked. "Well, I've always been drawn to the innovative work you do in the tech industry. Your commitment to pushing boundaries aligns perfectly with my career aspirations."I answered, even more confidently than before. He nods approvingly, jotting down notes. They proceeded with a series of technical questions, each met with precision and clarity in my responses. "Can you walk us through your approach to problem-solving?" another asked. "Certainly. I believe in a systematic approach, breaking down complex problems into managea
As I approached the mansion, frustration boiled within me, still raw from my clash with Keith and the venomous spat with Sarah. Just as my hand reached for the door handle, a maid intercepted me, her polite inquiry halting my progress. "Excuse me, miss. May I ask your business here?" she inquired, blocking my entry. I arched a brow in response, met with equal confusion from the maid. "I live here," I asserted, arms crossed, awaiting her reaction. "That doesn't answer my question, Miss," she retorted, mirroring my stance. Before I could press further, another maid emerged from within. "Oh, Madam, you're back!" she exclaimed respectfully, her presence catching the first maid off guard. The first maid leaned towards the one who just showed up, whispering what she thought was private, "I thought you said the boss married a crazy woman. She looks normal." "Is that so?" I questioned in annoyance. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to-" Turning my attention to the new arrival, I cut o
It seems I have stumbled upon a potential partner in mischief with Cecilia. But whether I'll regret it or not remains to be seen. I just have to make sure the revenge doesn't escalate into something I can't control, proceed with caution and keep my wits about me. "Ma'am, you look like a thirst trap in that." Cecilia put her hands over her mouth as she giggled, admiring me from head to toe. "I've got to say, you have a thing for picking out provocative gowns." I laughed as we highfived. "Help me check how the dinner party is going." I instructed, watching Cecilia salute before leaving. What a lively maid. It surprised me how comfortable we've gotten in each other's presence in this short span of time. Plus, I couldn't help but feel like there's something about Cecilia. Something big that I am yet to know. Which maid could be like this with her mistress without fear? Especially with the kind of cold-hearted master she had in the house. And how come Keith felt comfortable enough
"Nice to meet you, Cecilia. I'm Jenna," I replied, trying to mask my surprise as I shook her hand. Cecilia, the lively maid, was Keith's younger sister all along. It explained their comfort with each other and why Keith felt comfortable enough to make harsh comments about my clothes to her. But why does Keith look disturbed all of a sudden? Cecilia made eye contact with Keith before she walked to the other end of the table and took her seat there. As the dinner and small talk progressed, I couldn't shake off the sense of intrigue surrounding Cecilia. Her transformation from lively maid to Keith's sophisticated sister added another layer to the mystery. The rumours about her were true. Keith's discomfort only fueled my curiosity further and I made a mental note to tread carefully, as uncovering Cecilia's secrets could be a double-edged sword. But one thing was certain: this dinner party had just become a lot more interesting. "So, Keith." Cecilia spoke up, just as people we
I gasped, hearing his response. What does he mean by that? He better not try anything funny! In my thoughts, I rejected him but my body was speaking a different language. I was glad that I had covered my nipple just in time. If I didn't, Keith could have seen how hard it was just from being alone with him in a room while I was dressed like a slut who was attending a big event to look for men. With a swift movement, Keith's hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. "I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation, Jenna," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're playing with fire, and you have no idea how easily you could get burned." I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, his fingers digging into my skin. Panic surged through me as I realized how vulnerable I was at that moment. "Let me go, Keith," I demanded, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound assertive. His smirk widened, almost
As the water cascaded over me, I let out a long exhale, trying to wash away the tension that still lingered in my muscles. The steam filled the room, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. With each passing minute, I felt a bit of the weight lifted off my shoulders. But even in the sanctuary of my bathroom, Keith's words echoed in my mind, taunting me with their implications. His hold on me was suffocating. Even in here, I could only recall his tight grip on my neck... His deep and seductive voice... his threatening words which dominated and turned my body on... His rough touch didn't break me physically but internally. Just what was this billionaire playing at? Turning me on like that and leaving me in the middle. My hand went to the nipple he blew on earlier. I pinched it and then slid my hand to the side of my neck which he kept inching closer to. "Keith..." I moaned but then shook my head quickly to snap out of it. What is wrong with me?! That bastard is getting in my head. H
Walking around his office, I almost felt bad for what I had in mind. I took the bucket of dirty water, soaked my mop in it and covered the floor with the water.Stopping to view the dirty mess I've made, I wiped my hands on my uniform then picked up the bucket and moved towards the exit, "I wish I could stick around and see the look in your face, Keith Clementine. But I have to go." I said as I reached for the door handle which surprisingly moved away from my grasp.I held my breath as the door opened and Keith showed up with three other men that looked like they meant business."What is the meaning of this?" Keith questioned as his eyes scanned the office from where he stood."I... I'm cleaning sir." I stammered out, holding tightly to the moping stick in my left hand and the bucket handle in my right hand."Cleaning? Is this what I hired you for?" Keith asked in anger, his voice deep and demanding.It hurt. Not just his anger but the fact that he was pretending not to know me. That'