chapter 4

Stella's POV.

“Omg! Freya! Do you recognize that man?” Celine burst into my room just after we got home from work.

“Oh no please Celine, I have to sleep. I'm meeting my employer for the second job at 5 pm. I just got the message on my phone. Please let me sleep” I murmured, throwing the blanket over my head.

I still remembered how I had fainted last night, in front of that familiar stranger. I wanted to kick up my legs and scream out loud.

It was so embarrassing. He rejected me since that was strange then I felt my heart almost jumping out of my chest.

I hated that feeling! And I had no plan of ever reliving it or seeing that stranger.

Then why do I feel tears surfacing?

She pulled the blanket off my face and said “Oh wait, what do you mean your employer? You got the job without meeting them first? That is wonderful! No formal interview and you go the job”

“Yes. Now please let me sleep” I covered my face again, satisfied that she got happily distracted. 

“No Freya, Listen. I have to tell you about that man from last night. If that's the man of your dreams then I tell you, you are the luckiest woman alive” She squeaked.

Luckiest woman alive or the most unfortunate, “That man wants absolutely nothing to do with me” I said, surrendering. 

I have tried to suppress my anger since he said I should never show my face in front of him again and called me a weakling. Never have I met someone so outright rude and still unbelievably tasteful. 

“He told me to never show my face to him again, Celine. Who tells a girl they are meeting for the first time?” 

“Wait! I thought you said he saved you from those bastards. I would be grateful if I were you” she said, playing with a strand of her hair.

“Yes, he did. But he also humiliated me. And just as he wanted, I am never going to see him again even if it means I will do my research for whatever place I go to. I wonder where he is from. No one taught him how to be a gentleman, I am sure” 

“Maybe, but he sure knows how to handle you in bed!” Celine interjected.

“Celine! That was a dream” I sat up, clearly annoyed now.

“No Freya, you mean to say a whole lot of steamy dreams! You would not be all red with my statement if you don't think I'm telling the truth” she mocked with a huge grin plastered across her face. She was enjoying herself, 

“Get out!” I screamed and pushed her off my bed. The last thing I wanted was for her to remind me of my dreams with the man. 

I want to forget all about him and get my shit together. Although, I don't see how that can happen when Celine is clearly obsessed with the man. 

“Okay. Okay, I will. I will let you sleep” She said, standing up from the floor, but she was still laughing. 

“Thank you. PLEASE close the door around you” I pleaded, emphasizing on the please. 

“You don't have to beg me, my chicken nugget. But I tell you, the man does not know you yet. He will love you!” she said, as she walked with her back to the door, still facing me. 

I laughed at that.

“I hope he comes to your dreams again” She spat before heading out. 

Sleep was unreachable for the first hour, I tossed and tossed until I was finally able to give in to sleep. 

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I woke up right on time so I could catch the bus and not miss my appointment. It would be stupid of me to throw out this opportunity in the bin. And no, my dream man didn't show up in my dreams.

I looked into Celine’s room and she was sleeping perfectly. 

I got to the mansion’s gate only about five minutes to five and I couldn't be more fulfilled. Getting the bus was greatly tiring. 

A man walked up to me to ask questions and to know if I had any appointments. 

“My name is Freya Killian. I am here as a care assistant for Mrs. Callum on a five o'clock appointment” 

“Yes, she is expecting you. Please come with me” 

Before that, I got a diploma certificate in health and social care. Even though that is the least of my goals, I feel greatly satisfied that I am able to show love and care for people in need of it. And the sweet part is that they are offering to pay about five times more than the average amount to me. 

Never knew my parents, I wondered who they are for a long time before finally concluding to work as a care worker. And when I have earned enough money from all my jobs, I will be able to go into nursing officially as a Geriatric nurse. 

“Hi, darling. I have been expecting to talk to you” A beautiful elderly woman came up to meet me with a big grin on her face. She held my hand and just stood there. She could not be less than seventy but she looked well nourished and strong.

I looked at her, unsure about what was happening. I thought I was there to care for an elderly who could not move by themselves. The woman in front of me looked like she could lift a 50kg bag of rice on her shoulder and still won't break any sweat. 

“I'm sorry ma’am. I am here for an interview” I said with a smile. I could not be offended by her closeness even if I tried.

“Oh nonsense. There is no need for an interview. You are hired” She swung her hand in the air as if sending my worries away. 

“I am grateful for the opportunity you are giving me. if you just let me meet my client and then you can state the conditions around my duties that you would want me to know ma’am” 

“Please call me Grandma. I prefer that” she said again.

“Okay, But I don't think that's professional” I argued.

“Well, I am your employer and your client. I can tell you what's professional and what's not. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. And by the way, you work for yourself, don't you?” she asked, 

This is new to me, what's going on? 

“Yes. But what do you need me for if you are not fragile and unable, Grandma?” I asked, calling her Grandma doesn't sound bad at all.

“Well, I am bored most of the time in this big place and I thought it would just be amazing to find you, so you could keep me company and cook all those amazing foods you were talking about on your profile” 

My profile! Yes, but that was not one of my job requirements. 

“Your job requirements? Are those what you are worried about?” She asked as if reading my mind. 

“Yes, Grandma” 

“Don't worry, I will tell my grandson to add a raise to our original agreement” This is it! The reason why she needs a companion in the first place is because of a grandson who is a workaholic, who does not care about his grandma but only thinks about work. A grandson who has no sympathy for the elderly. 

“No, that's not what I am talking about” I Interjected, she was obviously misunderstanding me. 

“You don't want to work with me?” She asked, sadness written all over her face. 

“Of course, I want to work with you. I just thought we should clear things up so that there won't be any misunderstandings” I said truthfully.

“Good. Now come, let me show you around” 

Only when she turned away from facing me was I able to fully take in the beauty of the mansion. It was endowed with wealth and you would know, at first glance, that everything was luxury. From the doors and furniture made of rare and expensive African blackwood to the curtains, linens and paintings on the wall. I could live here forever and feel content. 

“You will occupy one of these rooms here whenever you need to be here for more than a day. And that day starts tomorrow. You will stay for a couple of days so that I can get used to you” That is reasonable, A care person will have one day to live in. Another reasonable thing is the client asking for days to get used to the employee. I would explain to Celine and then get someone to replace me at the club. It will be easy to pay them what they want for helping me. 

“Okay” 

“You care for tea? And some cookies? I was trying my skills earlier. Would you care to rate me?” she led me to the big and filled kitchen, something I have never experienced before. I cannot wait to tell Celine all about this! 

The woman is sweet, too sweet! A type of work environment I would die to have. 

“Yes please” She handed the cookies first and it was terrible. Has she ever even been in a kitchen before in her life?

“Delicious,” I said anyway. I emptied the tea in my mouth and let the sweetness revive my tongue. 

“You don't have to say that if it's not true. I can see your expression darling” 

“I am sorry,” I said

“No, you don't have to be. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two” 

Before I could answer, I heard the door open and someone come in. 

“That must be my grandson. Can you go meet him while I clear up this place? He will make a big fuss about bringing the maids back when he clearly does not like them around”

“Okay, I will” 

I walked away from her toward the kitchen door, without looking, I slammed my head against a hard body. I lifted my hand to soothe my forehead as I looked up at the face and offered my apology for not looking straight causing the mishap. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice filled with venom.

 

I blink twice, wondering if this was a sick joke. Standing before me is my rude stranger. 

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I sighed as I got to the front of the mansion with my overnight bag stuck between my fingers the next day. Only if I had the luxury to reject the job, sadly I don't. There were so many things involved, so many things my salary here would pay for.  First of many would be rent at the dorm. And besides, the grandmother was an angel, working with her would be a dream come through. 

I would not say the same about her obnoxious grandson. Doing my best to avoid him should be my goal for the next few days. 

“I don't think you need me to show you the way today,” the butler said, smashing into my thoughts. 

“Yes, thank you. I think I can find my way” 

“Great ma’am. Madam would be waiting for you” 

“Thank you” Without waiting for more minutes, I headed inside, and low and behold, the old woman was waiting for me with a high smile plastered across her face. 

“Good afternoon, grandma” I made sure I didn't forget her request to be called grandma.

As if reading my mind, she jumped at me and hugged me “Oh sweet child, you didn't forget” 

“No, I didn't” I gave a hug back. She was acting very differently from yesterday. 

“Do I go to the room you showed me yesterday?”  I asked, changing the topic. 

“No, there is a change of rooms. You will be staying at the other wing. That's where my grandson stays, two rooms after it. I want my wings to myself. You Know, Oliver eats late in the kitchen, I would not want to be disturbed so I'm moving to the next wing. “  No questions to ask, she is the owner of her mansion and only she knows what she wants to do with it.

“Okay” 

Good, come, let me show you the way” Just as we were about to go up, the obnoxious grandson strolled inside, and with a very beautiful lady whose only piece of clothing was a long flowery scarf around her body. 

“Grandmother, Lisa would be staying with us for the next few days. You can move to the other wing, your best place in the mansion”

“I am already going to give Freya freedom on her first night” His grandmother replied dismissively and I would not be mistaken if I said she didn't acknowledge the lady. 

The room was huge, bigger than anything I have seen, and even more decorated than any guest room I have seen. I jumped on the soft king-sized bed, it felt like paradise and I didn't know when I slept off.

When I woke up, it was about 10 pm, I wondered why nobody woke me up. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling for like an hour or so before I sighed and sat up, I was starting to get hungry, and at first, I didn't know what to do, there was no bell or phone to call anyone. 

Even though Oliver was two rooms away from me, I didn't think it was a wise idea to ask him for help. 

I would go downstairs to the kitchen myself, I might be lucky to find some leftover food. It was now midnight. No one would be awake, Grandma would be on her bed, and so would Oliver and his bimbo. It feels safe for me to go downstairs. I paused in front of the mirror, taking a full look at my appearance.

 A sigh escaped my lips, my eye bags were more evident than ever, and well, I did do that to myself after all. My hair looked great though, I always made sure to brush it clean every single day before going to work. 

I stepped outside my door to scrutinize my environment, it won't do any good if I encounter Oliver right at this moment.

 Silence filled the surroundings as I realized I might be the sole person awake at that moment. Contemplating what I could swiftly prepare to satisfy my hunger, I started descending the stairs when I heard it.

A groan.

Fear gripped my heart. It was dark, could there be an invader? Would a mansion like this not have security? I was alarmed.

I shakily swallowed the lump in my throat as I slowly stepped down, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

But grunts and moans followed through, this was not an intruder, people were having sex. 

I was already by the end of the staircase, I could hear the moans louder now, this isn't any thief.

The desire to avert my gaze, to retreat, to feign ignorance of what I had just witnessed, surged within me. However, I found myself incapable of carrying out those wishes. It seemed as though my feet possessed a will of their own.

I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the scene. Watching him grab her hair, her hands against his thighs, struggling to contain all of him in her mouth. His low grunt, her soft gasps as he fucked her mouth.

"That's it, baby, that's it." He whispered, his voice coming out hoarse. I clasped my hand against my mouth, preventing a tiny squeak from me. I watched his hand curl her hair, slowly tightening it. He jerked her back, tugging her chin so she could look at him.

“Look at me while I fill your mouth” His voice was raw, and in control. I find myself watching, unable to take my eyes off. He had been like on the last day my dreams stopped. 

I found myself wondering how it would feel if he had me under him like this in the flesh! 

The look on her face was making me yearn for him. I wish it was me under him. I want to feel everything she is feeling. Conforming to all his demands. She was disoriented, her face, flushed. Her lips parted as she heaved, saliva dripping down her chin.

"You've always been a good girl." He whispered, bending to meet her, tucking her hair behind her ear as he whispered into her ears.

I watched him pull her up against the dining table and turn her back to him. He pulled her panties down and slapped her ass so hard while she moaned loudly. 

I tried to look away but I felt like there was a powerful force holding me in place. 

"I'm going to fuck you real good, do you want that? Want to feel my cock inside of you." He whispered, tugging on his jeans and it came loose. I watched him spit in his hands, part her legs properly, and dipped his hands inside her.

"F-fuck, yes please. . . Fuck my brains out, Oliver!” she cried out, I watched. 

He entered her and began slamming his cock into her, I felt myself wet between my legs but the realization only made matters worse, I moaned. 

I closed my eyes to imagine him doing what he did to me and her in real life. Just like now. 

When I finally opened my eyes, he was looking directly at me. 

“Shit!” I cover my mouth from making any more sounds. A smile curled across his lips, and he saw me.

I forced myself to move. I ran back up forgetting about food in general.  He saw me watch him fuck his girlfriend.