I caught my think dark and long hair in a perfectly neat ponytail. My light brown eyes glimmered with a subtle warmth, reflecting a blend of curiosity and determination.
Delicate freckles adorned my nose, adding a touch of whimsy to my fair complexion. A faint, infectious smile played on my lips, revealing a sense of both mischief and kindness.
In the wake of those yesterday since my first time with that mysterious stranger, the memory still lingers fresh, even the ache between my thighs was a constant reminder.
Waking up alone the next morning, the initial thrill of the encounter was overshadowed by a hint of disappointment. Sharing such an intimate moment with a stranger left me yearning for more while feeling ashamed that I had given my virginity to someone who I would never see again.
Lyra tried to lift my spirits, suggesting that true love might arrive later in life, maybe at forty. But waiting that long to truly live felt like an eternity.
That silver-eyed stranger, though, remains unforgettable—a simple yet intense connection that has left a mark on my soul.
After waking up alone in a bed and reaching back home I was immediately called upon for a job offer. The funny thing is, I don't remember applying for this job.
An online interview with a lady, and bam, I got the job on the spot.
To top it off, she dropped the bomb—seventy bucks an hour. Skeptical at first, but she assured me the person I'd be looking after was loaded. Logic flew out the window, because all the possible red flags of this job became a distant memory.In a job market packed with a thousand hopefuls for a single gig, life's been a rollercoaster. I bounced out of foster care at eighteen, teaming up with Lyra, my partner in crime since our foster days.
We've hustled through all sorts—stealing, begging, and scraping by on welfare. Lyra took off a year before me from foster care and scooped me up when I hit eighteen. It's been a wild ride, but we're still standing, ready to take on whatever comes our way.
"I wonder if he's old, grumpy, ill-tempered? You know how old money people are, they can get a bit extremely obnoxious." I wondered out loud to my best friend Lyra.
"I can't shake the thought—what if he's one of those old, grumpy types? You know, the kind with an ill-tempered demeanor? Old money folks can be extremely obnoxious," I mused aloud, sharing my concerns with my best friend Lyra.
"I don't know, I got carried away I guess, as soon as I heard seventy bucks an hour then all that went to my head was, I'll be there bright an early Monday morning!" I recalled.
I was about to head off to my first day of work today, nerves fluttering like a restless butterfly. Hoping to make a stellar impression, I took a deep breath, ready to step into the unknown of a new chapter.
"Well, won't you wish me good luck?" I questioned, observing her pop her bubblegum as strands of blonde hair caught up in a messy bun.
"Good luck!" she sang, a sweet and casual wish that lingered in the air.
I had managed to get a uber online, and as we navigated through the city, the landscape gradually transformed into a scene of opulence compared to my shabby neighborhood.
The car turned into a neighborhood where each house seemed to outdo the last in grandeur.
Eventually, we arrived at our destination-a breathtaking estate nestled among perfectly manicured gardens. The imposing gates swung open, revealing a driveway that seemed to stretch for an eternity.
Exiting the car, I marveled at the sheer elegance of my surroundings. The air carried a faint scent of wealth, and the distant hum of city life was replaced by a serene quietude.
Gathering my belongings, I stepped out into the crisp morning air, with my luggage in tow, I approached the entrance, marveling at the elegant façade that stood before me.
Upon giving the guards my identification, I was ushered inside the estate as they helped me with my luggage.
The front doors swung open, revealing a foyer that exuded timeless sophistication. Marble floors gleamed beneath the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, and the air carried the faint fragrance of luxury.
The sound of my footsteps reverberated throughout the vast hall as I moved through it. I soon arrived at a door, where I hoped someone who was welcoming would be waiting.
"Good afternoon," the old-aged looking woman said, her tone warm and welcoming. "I'm the head maid here, Gretchen. You must be Stella Winslow; we've been waiting for you."
I responded with a friendly smile, "Yes, that's me. It's a pleasure to meet you, Gretchen."
Gretchen's eyes sparkled with a kind familiarity. "Likewise, Stella. Mr. Lockwood has been anticipating your arrival. If you'll follow me, I'll give you a tour of the house and acquaint you with its nooks and crannies."
Gretchen guided me through the elegantly adorned rooms, she spoke animatedly about the family's history and the quirks of the estate. "This room, dear Stella, has witnessed generations of laughter and whispered secrets," she remarked with a nostalgic smile.
Gretchen continued the tour; we entered the heart of the house-the bustling kitchen. The aroma of freshly baked bread and the gentle hum of activity filled the air. "This is where the magic happens," Gretchen exclaimed, gesturing towards the well-worn countertops and the inviting warmth of the hearth.
"Breakfast is served between 7:30am and 9:30am, lunch is provided from 12:00pm to 1:00pm, and dinner is available from 5:00pm to 7:00pm. We usually attend to Mr. Lockwood's meals promptly, so you won't have to worry about that," Gretchen explained. I nodded, absorbing her words with keen interest.
Gretchen's story painted a vivid picture of the family's life within these walls as we went from room to room. Finally, she smiled up at me. "Stella, do you recall your role as the caretaker for Mr. Lockwood?"
"As Mr. Lockwood's caretaker, I handle a range of responsibilities - from maintaining his living space, assisting with personal care and dressing, to organizing schedules, running errands, and ensuring a smooth flow of daily tasks. It's a comprehensive role that involves a bit of everything to support his daily life and routines." I rehearsed for her.
"Great."
Gretchen smiled appreciatively at my response. "You've got it all covered, Stella. Now, let me show you to your room."
We walked down the hallway, she shared, "Your room is right next to Mr. Lockwood's, making it convenient for you to attend to his needs promptly. It's a cozy space, and I hope you'll find it comfortable during your time here."
Opening the door, she revealed a room adorned with warm hues and a touch of homeliness. "Feel free to make it your own, Stella. If you need anything or have questions, don't hesitate to ask. Welcome to your new home."
Impressed by the spaciousness and coziness of my new room, I couldn't help but express my gratitude to Gretchen. "This is wonderful, Gretchen. Thank you. Now, I'd love to meet Mr. Lockwood. Could we?"
Gretchen nodded, leading me to the adjacent door. With a gentle knock, a deep voice from within invited us in. "Come in."
The door open, revealing a gorgeously styled dark themed room. My eyes casted towards the bed and where Mr. Lockwood sat.
Mr. Lockwood, despite my initial expectations, was a strikingly handsome man in his late twenties. His dark, tousled hair framed a strong, well-defined face. A pair of deep, thoughtful silver eyes, glistened beneath a furrowed brow as he focused on the computer screen.
His chiseled jawline spoke of determination, and a subtle five o'clock shadow added a touch of rugged charm. A pair of wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, accentuating an air of intellectually. His skin well-toned.
He had an easy confidence about him, sporting a crisp shirt that suggested a careful sense of style. He was an enigmatic, incredibly attractive billionaire with a certain charm.
"Mr. Lockwood, this is Stella Winslow, your caregiver which will be taking very good care of your needs and wants from now on." Gretchen spoke as his eyes glanced up at me.
Mr. Lockwood's thunderous voice echoed through our sudden introduction, almost making me lose my sanity. He continued, "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Winslow," and as he held out his hand, I nearly passed out. "N-nice to meet you, Mr. Lockwood," I didn't even care that I had stuttered, staring into the handsome stranger's silver eyes.
That voice......
Oh my god and, those eyes.....
In that moment, the realization struck—my boss was the man I had slept with!
When I reached out to shake Mr. Lockwood's hand, I suddenly gasped and experienced a slight electric shock. Unexpected tingles ran up my arm at the contact of his hand. I felt as though I was being drawn in closer by a subtle, magnetic force that was only felt by me.I tried not to show how surprised I was by his presence, but it was impossible to ignore. Something unusually warm appeared to buzz through the room, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was just a figment of my mind or if there was something more mysterious hovering between us.Gretchen, then whispered to me, "Stella, Mr. Lockwood is currently dealing with a sickness that sometimes make him unexpectedly fall at times, in short, his legs doesn't work as they are supposed to at times so you will have to stay on guard. It affects his lower half, making it difficult for him to move around easily. That's why he's working from home, undergoing training and treatment to improve his condition. It's a process that will take some
Lost in my thoughts, I was about to take a step forward when he unexpectedly halted me with a gentle yet firm request, "Stella, I can manage from here. Just stand outside, please." His words, though polite, carried a subtle undercurrent that hinted at a desire for privacy.Blushing, I instinctively took a step back, the memory of our brief and somewhat awkward moment lingering in my mind. The unexpected proximity and the vulnerability of the situation left me feeling both flustered and intrigued, uncertain about how this new chapter of caretaking would unfold.As Mr. Lockwood took a shower, I found myself standing on the other side of his shower, the cascade of thoughts from our earlier encounter running through my mind like a river of uncertainties.The sound of running
A high-pitched shriek echoed through the phone as Lyra exclaimed, "What?!"I removed the phone from my ear to drown out her shrieking voice from deafening me."Imagine, stumbling upon this gorgeous estate that's straight out of a storybook, got assigned this absolutely beautiful room - it's like a dream. But wait, here comes the real kicker - the person I'm taking care of is none other than Mr. Lockwood, a freaking handsome billionaire!"Upon doing some further research Adrian Lockwood was a self-made Billionaire Bachelor worth a hundred billion dollar who had managed to create a whole hotel chain by himself. It was astonishing that I had managed to gotten this job! Turns out the Lockwood empire is huge.Hesitating
I made sure to run a bath for Adrian, a twinge of discomfort settled in my chest. My thoughts was of Gabriella's lovey-dovey interactions with a very uninterested Adrian, and the sight left me feeling a bit upset.I could not shake the knowledge that Gabriella had been secretly involved with Adrian's younger brother, Sebastian and here she was being damn lovey-dovey with Adrian, it was sickening.The water's gentle flow seemed to underscore the complexities of the relationships within the Lockwood family.Spotting Gretchen cleaning the room, I assumed a more authoritative tone. "Gretchen, you can take Mr. Lockwood's plate. I'll pick up where you left off with the cleaning."Turning my attention to the scene within t
Caught in a fleeting moment, I tried to regain composure, my gaze momentarily fixated on the sight before me. It was the first time since taking this job days ago I had seen his cock.The silence in the room seemed to intensify. I should've looked away! But how could I when this man is blessed with a thing most girls desire.Immediately getting up, I found myself offering a quick and sheepish apology to Mr. Lockwood. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered, my face undoubtedly flushed with embarrassment. The encounter had left me momentarily flustered.Staring deeply into my eyes, Mr. Lockwood advanced towards me. My heart raced, a mix of nervousness and uncertainty flooding my senses. He caged me in with his hands, and my eyes widened, wondering what Adrian was doing.
Adrian's Pov I reflected on the events leading up to Stella being hired as my caretaker. Her reserved and quiet demeanor stood out prominently in my memory. There was an understated quality about her that immediately caught my attention. Her calm and collected presence seemed like a welcome contrast. From the moment she entered my professional sphere, it was evident that Stella brought a unique energy, one that resonated with a sense of quiet competence. Looking back at the time leading up to Stella becoming my caretaker, it struck me how seamlessly she fit into my plans—a subtle scheme to uncover hidden truths. What I hadn't anticipated was the way she effortlessly drew me in, not just through her reserved nature, but with a surprising display of confidence and authority. Stella became an unexpected enigma, her blushes, moments of shyness, and my playful teasing, weren't part of my calculated plan. Yet, the
Third party povSunlight was pouring into Stella's room as she woke up the next morning. She rolled off the bed and stood up on the floor. As she stepped underneath the shower, the water was delightfully warm against her skin. She dunked her head under the spray. Warm water always felt so good to her.Standing naked and alone in the shower, her mind started to wander to the events of the previous day. Mr. Lockwood's cock in her face, long and hard turning her on completely.As these thoughts filled her mind, she realized how incredibly horny she was again. Stella's left hand reached up, almost involuntarily, to her breast, sliding across her hardening nipples as she replayed the previous day in her mind.Her right hand slipped between her legs and began rubbing her clit, which was already aching for attention. Attention from Adrian's dick in particular, she knew it was wrong lusting off her boss but she couldn't help it.She wan
Stella's povI hesitated before knocking on the door hearing Adrian telling me to 'come in'. Upon entering the room he was busy with his work not sparing me a glance."Good morning, Mr. Lockwood." I said.Mr. Lockwood's voice broke through the air, and he casually suggested, "Stella, stop with the 'Mr. Lockwood.' Just call me Adrian." His request caught me off guard, and I sheepishly replied, "Sorry, Mr. Lockwood-uh, Adrian."Seizing the moment, Adrian inquired, "How are you doing?" I mustered a smile and replied, "Fine, thank you." Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked, "And how about you?"His response was a simple "fine," and as I prepared to take my leave, I shared, "Well, it's the weekend, so I'll be back on Monday." Adrian nodded, offering a wish for a good weekend. However, in an unexpected twist, he then added, "But don't get too excited, no club-hopping and getting drunk." I was taken aback. Curiosity crept into m