CHAPTER ONE

JASMIN

"It's just a job, Jasmin. You'll survive." Lisa giggled at the expression on my face. "It can't be that bad... can it?"

"Maybe you are right." I groaned and buried my head into my pillow. 

"You were very happy about this job though. Despite knowing about your boss. So what changed?"

"That was before I found out I was working for Jason Knight all this while! As a maid, at his freaking Mansion. How scary is that!" I groaned and stared up at her, she gave me a mischievous smirk. 

"Penthouse." She tried to correct me.

"Mansion, penthouse. Whatever the hell they call it. It was so good when I was just cleaning an empty house with no one around to bother me. Now he want's to meet me in person to discuss, God knows what! I cried out melodramatically. 

"Well if you are so scared and nervous. We could always switch places, I don't mind being a maid to a hot billionaire."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Yeah, right. We both know, you can't cook or clean for shit." She laughed, and I just shook my head in frustration. 

"Can you please, make up your mind already?"

"I still need this job, the scholarship only finances my studies. I still need to take care of my rent and other expenses." She gave me a sympathetic smile. 

"That's the spirit! C'mon get ready for your day of being a billionaire maid." I moaned at her, and she laughed. 

I slowly dragged myself off the bed and looked into the vanity mirror. I examined my face and was pleased with what I saw, my brown eyes were bright and cheerful even though I was filled with fatigue. My long brown hair that fell down my waist looked graceful as always. I never liked cutting my hair, I loved it that way.

"You are so beautiful though, if I were a man I'll gladly date you." I made a face, and she giggled. 

Lisa is my bestfriend. My very bestfriend, from high school and now we are sharing an apartment as roommates. I love her to death, even though she was a bit crazy. 

Growing up at the orphanage, I haven't exactly had the best of luck in life. I lost both my parents in a car crash when I was just seven years old. My aunt Anna Laura wasn't willing to let me stay with her and her family, so she left me at the orphanage and sent me letters every  once in a while. 

There was never a moment I hadn't longed for a family. The only family love I've ever experienced was with lisa's family. They have always been so good to me, even though they also struggled financially their home was always opened for me. I spent every Thanksgiving and Christmas with them.

Lisa's family was so filled with love, and that was all I desired from my real family.  I always pray to God, that maybe someday my aunt would realize we were family and come for me. That day never came.

Sometimes desperate times calls for desperate measures. As a nineteen years old, I had no other option but to work as a maid to support myself through college and also help out Lisa as much as I can. I was lucky enough to score a job as a maid for Jason Knight one of the worlds richest tycoon and owner of K- Inc Empire.

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Despite the warmth of the summer day, an uncomfortable chill settled over my skin as I bent down to clean the balcony glass door connected to the living room. Even the heat couldn't chase away the goosebumps, as I checked my watch and grimaced. 

My boss was due home in a few hours and I was yet to change out of my shorts and tshirt into my maid uniform. I was so used to working comfortably in my own clothes, when it was just me alone in the house. This was the first time I was meeting him, because he was never home and our path never crossed during my working hours. Now he had specifically asked me to wait for him. Now that he's coming back I'll have to stick to my uniform. 

Once done cleaning the glass door I looked around the luxurious penthouse, it was the biggest I had ever cleaned. It was all too much to take in, everything was just so spacious and beautiful, but I couldn't stop myself from admiring the beautiful view, my favorite was the balcony where you could enjoy the beautiful view and light up the fire place at night staring up at the moonlight and stars. Then there is the view of the entire city down, looking up at me.

It was just too much to take in and I can't help but feel lucky, to have gotten this job, and the pay was so generous. I would be able to save up for campus expenses, and if I'm lucky enough I could ask my boss if I could maybe work part time while going for classes. 

I strolled towards the master bedroom, and walked in to check if there was anything amiss, that needed my attention. I couldn't stop the shiver I felt everytime I entered inside is room, the king size bed stood in the middle of the room with the incredible impressive silk mattress, then they was the mirror in the ceiling. 

Unwanted thoughts start intruded my head. Imagining what it would be like making love while looking at yourself in the mirror above the ceiling. 

Oh God! I shouldn't be thinking of such things! For God's sake!

Just then I heard the ding of the elevator and almost panicked, but then I heard my boss's secretary Anne walk in the living room. 

Anne entered the living room space looking  around to see if I was doing my job right before the boss's arrival. 

"Mr Knight would be back in an hour,  so please make sure you clean everywhere...."

Anne was noticeably freaking out and making me more nervous at the same time. I got this job on a short list, after the previous maid took a vacation to see her daughter in Seattle. 

"Yes ma'am, I'll do my best."

She came closer to check the kitchen counter. "Please do. I'm sorry for being so nervous but when it comes to his home he's a bit of an OCD."

"The house is already so clean, and there is not much to do so hopefully I'll be done before he gets here."

"By the way, please call me Anne. No formalities, okay?" I smiled and nodded.

She was a really pretty lady with blonde hair and blue eyes, and quiet tall too. She seems nice, and I get she was trying to make me feel comfortable with everything. 

"How old are you Jasmin?" She seemed embarrassed for asking, she laughed and waved her hand dismissing her question. "Sorry don't mind me, I'm just so damn curious sometimes." 

"Oh it's fine." I assured her. "If you are asking to check if I'm legal enough to be here, then yes. I turned nineteen last month."

She jokingly released a breath. "Thank God! The thing is, in a hurry to get a replacement, I forgot to check your resume. How unprofessional of me right?"

"Not really Anne. It happens."

"Are you .... going to school? Because you seem very smart." 

I smiled at that "Thank you. That's why I'm doing this job though. I already have a scholarship, but you know how expensive it can be to afford campus and other necessities."

She gave me a knowing look and seemed impressed. " That's very impressive girl, I like it."

She gave me a wink and turned around before her phone rang. "Excuss me, I have to take this."

She entered the guest room to receive her call and just then my hair pin fell from my hair and my hair fell over my shoulder down to my waist. I swore under my breath as I noticed my pin roll under the couch. 

I dropped to my knees to retrieve, I was so lost into finding my pin that i hadn't noticed or heard ping of the elevator. Neither did I see the person that walked behind me, checking me out. I heard a throat clearing and a very low whistle blowing behind me.

That's when I realized my fat ass was hanging out my shorts. Oh shit, I'm so screwed! I jumped up so fast bumped my head on the table. 

I turned around and my heart skipped a beat....or two.... maybe three. Standing in front of me was the must Gorgeous man I've ever seen. I was having a hard time breathing, what the hell was wrong wit me? I couldn't stop ogling him. He simply there smirking as I continued to check him out. 

He was dressed in a black three piece Tailor made suit with white shirt. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the first two buttons of his shirt was undone to reveal his collarbone and a glimpse of his masculine chest. His hazel eyes were bright and had a wide look; his jet black hair contrasted well with his beautiful Oliver skin.

His lips were a perfect shade of pink and his eyes.... my God his eyes. He smelled expensive too... I mean his cologne....

Then there was that mischievous look, that says he knows the effect he had on me...

I'm so screwed!