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The mansion was eerily quiet on my second evening of work. The silence was punctuated only by the soft rhythm of my cleaning. I glanced at the clock—11:15 PM. I was still unfamiliar with Mr. Nelson’s routine, so his absence was unsettling. I hoped nothing was wrong. Just then, the rumble of Mr. Nelson’s car echoed from the driveway. I set down the cloth and went to greet him. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, unsure of what to expect from my employer, especially after his behavior the previous day. He stumbled through the front door, the scent of alcohol wafting into the room before he did. His usually sharp attire was in disarray, and his face was flushed. Mr. Nelson’s gait was unsteady, his movements erratic. “Evening, Mr. Nelson,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He barely acknowledged me, mumbling a garbled response. “Evening,” he said, his voice thick with drunkenness. He staggered into the living room, bumping into furniture. As he made his
The Billionaire's First Choice A Morning After
As dawn broke, I lay in the guest room, staring at Mr. Nelson’s sleeping face. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over his features. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions from the previous night, and I couldn’t shake the sense of confusion and regret that lingered. I quietly got out of bed, careful not to disturb Mr. Nelson. My clothes from the night before were in disarray, and the room was filled with the remnants of our passionate encounter. With a heavy heart, I gathered the few belongings I had brought with me—my shirt and the clothes I had worn on my first day. I deliberately left behind anything Mr. Nelson had bought for me, not wanting to keep any reminders of the night’s events. As I packed my belongings, I took one last, lingering look at Mr. Nelson. His face was peaceful, oblivious to the turmoil I was feeling. I closed the door quietly behind me and stepped out into the hallway. The mansion, once imposing and grand, now felt cold a
The Billionaire's First Choice Newfound Feelings
As Mr. Nelson’s commanding voice sliced through the heavy silence, I felt a shiver run down my spine. “Jake, we need to talk.” The authority in his tone left no room for misinterpretation. I nodded, unable to speak, my throat dry with anxiety. Each step towards the house felt like a mile, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily on me. I led him inside, my heart racing with every footfall.When we reached my room, I hesitated before opening the door. The room, once a refuge, now felt like a cage, burdened with the remnants of last night’s events. I opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Mr. Nelson to enter. I followed him in and sat down on the edge of my bed, trying to steady my nerves. My hands were clammy, and I avoided his gaze as he began to walk around the room, methodically taking pictures with his phone.The room, with its disheveled bed and scattered clothes, seemed like a stark reminder of my mistakes. I watched anxiously as Mr. Nelson’s gaze scanned the mess. Ea
The Billionaire's First Choice Going Back To Work
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a patchy glow on the chaotic mess that was my home office. Papers were scattered across my small folding table, and my laptop sat amidst a sea of coffee stains and half-eaten snacks. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The confrontation with Mr. Nelson the previous day had left me shaken, and I needed to regain my composure. I glanced at the clock. It was time to head to the office. I couldn’t delay it any longer, no matter how much I dreaded facing Mr. Nelson again. I hurriedly got dressed, my hands trembling as I buttoned my shirt. The encounter from last night hung over me like a heavy cloud, and I knew I had to maintain a professional demeanor, despite the personal turbulence. The drive to the office was a blur. The city’s hustle and bustle passed by in a haze, my thoughts swirling with anxiety and anticipation. I pulled up to the sleek office building, its modern façade starkly contrasting with the disorder of m
The Billionaire's First Choice An Unspoken Desire
The evening air outside was crisp as I made my way back to Mr. Nelson’s house. Each step towards the imposing mansion felt like an emotional tug-of-war. My thoughts were a chaotic blend of anxiety and anticipation. What awaited me behind those grand doors seemed both thrilling and daunting. I couldn’t help but replay the events of the previous night in my mind, the intense moment we shared, and Mr. Nelson’s stern demeanor the following day. The drive to the mansion was a blur. I tried to concentrate on the road, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Mr. Nelson. What was he thinking? How would he react to seeing me again? My heart raced at the thought of facing him, and I found myself gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter. When I arrived, the house loomed before me, its grandeur amplified by the dim evening light. The sight of the stately home, with its polished facade and manicured lawns, was a stark contrast to the emotional turmoil inside me. I parked the car and took a deep b
The Billionaire's First Choice My Boss In My Bed
The night had settled over the mansion, wrapping the house in a veil of quiet tranquility. I was curled up in bed, the comfort of the soft sheets offering a temporary reprieve from the emotional tumult of the day. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings—Mr. Nelson’s intense gaze, the passionate kiss, and the complex dynamics between us. The events of the day had left me exhausted, and sleep came reluctantly. I lay in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of the air conditioner a soothing backdrop. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The stillness was almost oppressive, making the silence feel heavy with unspoken tension. I was drifting into a restless sleep when I felt the bed shift. My eyes fluttered open, and I tensed, sensing a presence beside me. The soft rustle of fabric and the gentle pressure of the mattress being disturbed told me that someone had entered the bed. My heart leapt into my throat as I turned to see Mr. N
The Billionaire's First Choice Kisses At Work
The early morning light seeped into the room through the edges of the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the bed. I stirred, the remnants of sleep lingering as I slowly awakened. The events of the previous night played back in my mind, a whirlwind of intense emotions and desire. As I opened my eyes, I found Mr. Nelson already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, and gazing at me with a look that made my heart race. I blinked sleepily, my cheeks flushing as I realized the intimate nature of the previous night. My heart pounded, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. Mr. Nelson’s gaze was intense, filled with a blend of affection and a hint of something else, a desire that had yet to be fully articulated. “Good morning,” I mumbled, my voice hushed and somewhat hesitant. I shifted under the covers, trying to gather my composure. “Are you ready for work?” Mr. Nelson’s eyes softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good morning,
The Billionaire's First Choice A New character
As the front door of the mansion swung open, Jake stepped inside, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. The day had been long and intense, filled with high-stakes meetings and a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the cold professionalism of the office. Jake hoped for a quiet evening to decompress, but fate had other plans.The moment Jake crossed the threshold, he was greeted by the unexpected sight of a woman who looked strikingly similar to Mr. Nelson. She was tall, with the same piercing eyes and high cheekbones that Jake had come to associate with Mr. Nelson. Her presence was commanding yet elegant, and Jake’s curiosity was immediately piqued.He blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Um, hello. Who might you be?”The woman turned to him, her expression a mix of curiosity and surprise. Before she could respond, Mr. Nelson entered behind Jake, his gaze immediately locking onto the woman.“Mom, what are you doing here?” Mr. Nelson’s voice wa
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