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The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
"I hope I'm not interrupting." I ask, trying to hide my disgust.Micajah has a track record of ladies swooning all over him, which isn't surprising because he checks all the boxes. He is a good-looking, fit, very smart, rich kid with a good fashion sense. He's that guy who walks into a room and everything starts happening in slow motion, just like in the movies. Who knows if he has also gotten Patricia into his web of charm? She's been smiling all through."No sir. Pearl and I were just having a casual conversation.""I see. Mind if I join?"Is it just me, or does Patricia seem uncomfortable?"No sir.""So what is it you guys were talking about?""Fashion," they chorus."I think I know a thing or two about fashion.""I have an extra ticket for Niphme's runway show coming up next weekend. You should come if you are free.""I would love to; that's if I am free," she says, looking at me.I gently tuck one of her bangs behind her ear so I can see her eyes. She instantly digs her spoon int
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Caught up in the moment and not wanting to come off as rude or disobedient, I place my hand in his as we start to dance without any music, which felt very weird. I know you can sometimes dance without music and make sense of it, but not in this type of situation.Mr. Jordan has been acting quite odd today, starting from the speechless gaze after seeing me in the dress to tucking my hair behind my ears and then wiping the chocolate off my mouth, all in the presence of everyone. It felt awkward; these aren't things bosses are supposed to do for their staff, except they've known each other for way too long and are well acquainted with one another, or they are romantically involved with one another.Did he forget for a split second that he is my boss when he did that in the presence of everyone, including his employees? I don't want to be the new office gossip of the week. Cases like this are known to spread like wildfire. I just want to lay low all through my time working for Mr. Baker a
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
"Sincerely, thank you for everything you do for Ray and me. I was a little bit disturbed when your mom left because of how well she and Ray bonded. You came, and it all felt like she never did.""You don't need to thank me. It's the least I could do. Your family has always been there for my mom and me; even when it was never your father's obligation to pay my fees or send me money, he still did. I owe it to your family because my mom and I wouldn't be living this way if you people didn't help us, especially after my dad up and left.""Why do people wake up one day and leave their families without ever looking back?""I don't have an answer to that because I also can't imagine why," Patricia says."Your mom is and will always be a mother figure to Ray.""Will it be out of place for me to ask about Ray's mom?"Besides Mrs. Charity, Tony, and his wife, no one else knows about Ray's mom."You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.""I want to; just give me a few minutes.""Take
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
As I lay in the stillness of my dimly lit room, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to the enchanting evening. I was extremely shocked and surprised at Mr. Jordan’s actions today.The memory played in my mind like a favourite old film. Despite my initial surprise, I had allowed myself to be swept away by Mr. Jordan and the unexpected connection between us. Mr. Jordan, known for his stern demeanour, had transformed into a graceful dancer, guiding me with surprising ease. It sounded crazy at first to dance without music, but it felt really nice.I saw a side of him that I had never seen before—vulnerable, genuine, and deeply human. The lines of hierarchy blurred as we moved in harmony, lost in the dance and the conversation. I smiled just recollecting the entirety of today; I felt like a dignitary in the dress I wore; I enjoyed the company of Tony’s wife; and most of all, I enjoyed the company of Mr. Jordan.I was stupefied when he asked me to join them on their trip to Seychelles, whic
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
Clearing the site for the Ravier project is taking almost the whole day, yet we haven’t really done much. The entire building, including the parking lot, is to sit on ten acres. Despite my helmet, I can still feel the heat from the scorching sun. Since the majority of the workers are taking a break, I could make use of the opportunity to grab a drink as well. There's a restaurant that just opened around the corner.“Jane, Paul, I want to get something not too far from here. I won’t be gone for long, but if my attention is needed, please call me.” I say as I take off my helmet and dab my face. The sun did not come out to play today, jeez.“Yes sir.”In no time, I was at the restaurant. I might also get something to eat because today is Patricia’s free day and she won't be back home until late in the evening. Overhead, some staff at the site praise their steak and rice. A waitress arrives at my table with a small notepad and a pen, smiling.“What would you like, sir?”“Any energy drink
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
Imagine the nerve. I literally had to beg Bryan to come out so we could see today on my day off. I literally had to beg a jobless man to see me when he had practically nothing important to do. I'm so pissed. For how long am I going to keep up with this?I put a lot of effort into my look because I want him to see how good I look in case he's forgetting, hence this lackadaisical attitude.The date was going great until I got a call from my mom. She was groaning, and I could hardly hear her before the line went off."I'm sorry, Bryan, I have to go; my mom just called, and she didn’t sound too well. I have to go check up on her."What do you mean you have to go check up on her just because she didn’t sound well? She can take care of herself; I’m sure it’s nothing serious.” He says, sounding very nonchalant, like he didn’t even care at all. I know he and my mom headbutt practically all the time because she thinks he's not the ideal man for me, but he should at least pretend to care."I ju
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
"Miss Patricia, let’s go dish the food. My stomach won’t stop grumbling.”“Why don’t you and Ray set up the game? Jordan and I will dish out the food. Isn’t that right?” She says she is giving me an eye signal."Correct.” I respond raising the bag containing the food I ordered. I know Mrs. Charity has been itching so much to find out why I asked her to pull such a stunt.“Start spilling," she says after peeking to be sure Patricia is nowhere in sight.I tell her everything that happened earlier in the day and also disclose my feelings towards Patricia to her. She grabs my hands and starts to dance salsa.“Spin me around, gentleman.”Ok, this was not the reaction I was expecting. Don’t tell me she belongs in the queue of people who have been trying to ship us."I never liked that boy!”“That makes two of us.”“I don’t see any bottles to be popped anywhere." Mrs. Charity says."Mother, what’s the celebration?” Patricia waltz in catching us unaware.“Life. Yes, life.” Mrs. Patricia says
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
My dreams of waking up in the Seychelles come to an end this morning, as I am ready and packed to travel—or rather, take to the skies—and I couldn't be more excited about it. Although I have never gone on a destination vacation, as they are called, I'm glad I have the opportunity to, and guess what? Mr. Jordan has taken care of everything, so I don't have to pay a single dime. If I continue to receive all these treatments, I could put into consideration making a career out of housekeeping and nannying."Come on, Rachel, hurry up; you don't want to miss the flight.""We won't be missing the flight; we're flying in Daddy's jet," she replies. Sometimes I forget how rich they are."Alright then, just make sure not to forget anything, okay?""Yes, Tricia, and besides, Daddy can easily get anything I forget, but I think I've got everything now.""Great, good girl."I return to my room to check and make sure I'm not forgetting anything because I can't afford to. Once I make sure that everyth
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Epilogue6 months later I tap my fingers on the driving wheel, humming along to the pulse of the road, feeling the beat echo within. Each song becomes a personal concert, and my audience is the world outside my window. With each note, the journey transforms into an adventure full of songs and delight, making every mile unique.The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow as I drive , my pregnant belly gently cradled by the steering wheel as I embark on a journey to pick up Ray from her mother Vanessa's house. The anticipation of seeing Ray radiates through me blending with the rhythmic kicks of the little one in my belly.Arriving at Vanessa's house, I take a moment to steady myself before ringing the doorbell. Vanessa greets me with a warm smile. "Thanks for doing this, Patricia, for allowing Ray spend the weekend even though it wasn’t my week.” Vanessa says her expression soft with gratitude."It's my pleasure. Ray and I have a special bond, and it’s important that she has that type of
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
“Son, we are so happy for you.” father says super proud “Your father is right and we are glad you are very happy because we see how your face lights up all the time.”“Thanks. I love how both of you show up for me every time and support me. How you guys helped me raise Ray with unwavering love.”“You are our child and she's our granddaughter. It's our duty.” father says.“All the same, thanks again.” “I’ll leave you two to discuss while I check on what's cooking.” mother says excusing us.“So how's work?”“Going smoothly, dad. Thanks for asking.”“Don’t you think it's high time you take a break?”“I was thinking so too. Tony and I are organizing a group trip for our ladies.”“Now that's my boy. How's Ray and how’s she coping with this new chapter?”“Surprisingly good. Vanessa is good with children and I'm wondering what changed.”“People change. You did too.”I nod, father's words sinking in. "Yeah, people do change," I agree, pondering the evolution of myself and those around me."Y
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
The car hums softly as we embark on the journey back home after an emotional reunion with Ray's birth mother, Vanessa. The air in the car is thick with a mixture of lingering tension and unspoken questions. Ray, sitting in the back seat, stares out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. I wonder how she must be feeling after meeting her mother and if she has any question on her mind. Jordan, his hands steady on the wheel, steals a glance at Ray. Concern etched on his face, he speaks gently, "Ray, how are you feeling?"Ray sighs , her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. "I don't know, Dad. It's a lot to process." I turn in my seat reaching out to touch Ray's hand. "We're here for you, sweetheart. Whatever you're feeling, it's valid."Ray nods , a small smile playing on her lips. "I appreciate that, Mom." I love it when she calls me mom and the thought of having a little child growing in me that will call me mom as well is so exciting. The car moves in a comfortable silence
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
Vanessa stands there, seemingly untouched by time, her slender figure and unchanged appearance hinting at a timeless beauty. There's a momentary question lingering as to whether she could truly be the mother of the boys following behind, given the absence of any visible resemblance."Vanessa," I call out from the car."Welcome to my home. Jordan and Patricia, thank you very much for this. I do not take it lightly," she acknowledges."Hi, Rachel. It's so lovely to see you. I'm Vanessa.""Hi, Mom," Ray greets warmly.Vanessa's face lights up, glowing with joy like a myriad of stars."Can I give you a hug?""Yes, please," Ray responds, embracing her eagerly."These are my sons, Gabriel and Nathaniel Parker. My husband and their father are late," she announces."Sorry for your loss," we chorus, following the boys' greetings."It's alright. It was a long time ago. Shortly after I got married to him, he took ill and passed. Let's not waste any further time out here. Let's all go in."As we
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
It's a relief that Jordan and I were able to work through our issues and emerge with a renewed vow to never let secrets ruin our relationship. The lesson acquired from the difficult experience emphasised the critical value of honesty and transparency.What truly surprised me was Jordan's apology for his impulsive decision to ask me to leave without taking the time to process everything. Admittedly, my choice to withhold essential information felt like a significant breach of trust, casting a shadow over our relationship.However, Jordan's perspective on the dynamics of marriage startled me. Despite the hurt caused by my actions, he believed that a successful marriage necessitates navigating such challenges through open communication and forgiveness.At that moment, I felt conflicting emotions—my initial guilt for withholding information, Jordan's surprising apology, and his conviction in the essential aspects of trust and openness in a marriage. It forced me to rethink my concept of t
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
In the solitude of this past week, amidst the echo of my own thoughts, I've embarked on an odyssey within myself. In the wake of shattered trust, I find myself navigating a labyrinth of emotions, haunted by the echoes of betrayal. Yet, amidst the debris of fractured promises, there's a yearning to rebuild what was once a sanctuary of companionship. The road to reconciliation feels like walking on shards of glass, each step a cautious maneuver to bridge the chasm that divides us. But within this tempest of hurt lies a glimmer of hope, a desire to unearth the truth, to mend the rift, and perhaps forge a stronger bond, weathered yet resilient in the face of adversity.The air in my father's study hangs heavy with the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths. Stepping into this sanctum of memories, the familiar scent of aged books and polished wood offers solace amidst the impending revelation.Mother's absence is a blessing in this moment, sparing her the pain that lingers within the d
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
The ticking clock echoes in my quiet room, each passing second emphasizing the void left by three days of strained silence. The memory of the argument with Jordan replays in my mind, the pain still fresh, and the weight of regret settling in my chest.My phone lies untouched on the table, its screen devoid of messages or missed calls. I can't bring myself to break the silence, understanding that the wounds from my actions need time to heal. I feel empty without him, unable to eat or sleep properly, spending my days confined in the room, looking like a mess.Regret gnaws at my conscience as I replay the argument in my mind. I had kept a secret, thinking it would be a protective shield for Jordan, only to realize that it has become a barrier between us. Communication truly is key in a relationship; the outcome might have been totally different if I had spoken to him about it as soon as it happened and we had discussed ways on how to go about it. Now I feel like I’ve lost his trust and I
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
I lay in the hotel bed totally famished and emotionally drained. I don't deserve this. My head is spinning from days of trying to phantom everything that has happened.We were supposed to be on our way to Greece today. I hope she's out when I get back. I need a break from her to be able to think things through. If I'm going to have to get over her which I doubt is possible, I would have to see less of her or her things till I've made a decision. I feel so betrayed!I had to put off my phone because she kept calling non-stop. Only Tony knows my whereabouts and what's going on. I can't bring myself to tell my parents.A knock on my door draws my attention back to my surroundings. That must be room service. I can't let them see me like this.“I'm very busy at the moment, kindly check back later,” I say from behind the door.“It's Tony man.”Arghhhhhh. How do I conceal the wounds on my knuckles?“I'm waiting or else I'll have them bring down this door.”I open the door and resume back to m
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The weight of reality hits me hard—I can't believe he found out before I had the chance to tell him. Not that his reaction would have been different, but I wanted to be the one to explain. The door closes behind me, leaving me on the floor, where minutes ago I was pleading with Jordan not to leave.Unable to stand, I remain seated, weeping, and wondering how it came to this. It's only been three months of marriage, and now this. What if he decides on a divorce? I can't lose him; imagining life without him feels unbearable.The gravity of the situation hits me, and I crumble into more tears, my shoulders shaking with the weight of heartache. Realizing I've lost something irreplaceable, coupled with the remorse for not trusting Jordan with the truth, devastates me. I should have mentioned it the very day Bryan sent the message, but I just couldn't. And now, my greatest fear has come true.I don’t know how long I sit crying, but by the time I wake up, it’s past nine. Summoning the courag
