I hate that I have to cry. I just hate that I can't control my emotions. I'm sad mainly because my parents had never yelled at me. Also, I worked per–time in Louisiana before I came to Texas and in my years of service, I had never been tortured by my boss not to speak of his friends or girlfriends. Antonia rushed toward me and I was sure that she had been watching everything. “Maureen, it's okay. Don't be like this. You don't deserve to be treated badly. Come on.” she said lifting me as I cried. She held my hand in one of her hands and the mop in the other. She dropped the mop and took me to my room. “Sit,” she said and placed me warily on the bed. “I don't know what she must have said to you but I don't want you to take her words to heart. You're a good person as well as a good cook. Don't be sad.” she said and I whimpered. “She's mean. I did all she asked of me. I had to prepare food for her and yet she was cruel.” I said while whimpering.“That was so bad of her. I didn't k
I had the most amazing sleep ever. I hadn't felt that much peace in a long time and it was only because sir Charles's kind gesture warmed my heart.I had a beautiful day, no stress, no insults and mainly no Miss Hailey. At first, I was scared that she would pay another visit but I'm glad that I was proven wrong. My day went by finely and at night, I waited on my bed for sir Charles to come by again but I was disappointed that he didn't. I decided to check my phone for some news to check for any updates regarding him and his company but it was the same as always. People were still in mourning so, the media itself was not in his favour.It was 11:00 p.m. and he hadn't still returned. I began to feel uneasy and was scared as usual. It could be that he's alright but my emotions won't let me feel at ease with the situation. I tried as much as possible to stay awake but as expected my eyes gave up and I fell asleep. A FEW DAYS LATERAfter the day sir Charles came to my room, I hadn't se
His being feverish explains the odd attitude that he had been displaying all morning. With my aid, sir Charles sat up. I adjusted the pillow and placed it behind his back so he'd be comfortable while sitting. Afterwards, I picked up the tray table and placed it across him. Our eyes met shortly as I did so but I averted my gaze since he was right before me. Besides I always feel shy whenever I'm closer to him. Also, I don't want him to think I'm flirting because I was privileged to come into his room. I was aware that sir Charles only authorised Antonia to come into his room since only she cleaned and touched his things so, being here felt good.Our gaze was magical even though it didn't last.I won't deny being dazzled as his deep blue eyes met my black. It felt like the perfect combo but I couldn't stare as much as I desired. Immediately I placed the tray before sir Charles, he picked up his fork to eat.A minute passed and sir Charles hadn't started eating. He simply held the fo
I stared at sir Charles' unconscious body in fright. My heart was in my throat as anxiety took control of my being. It felt like my heart froze or maybe it did. It froze as I was panicking.I'm scared and shaky and I took the initiative to check if he is still breathing. With my heart racing, I gasped unsure about what step to take.I placed my hand over his nose to confirm that he still has life in him.I tried moving as his body weighed on me. Strugglingly, I dragged him but was unable to carry on so, I screamed.“Matthew!! Please help me.” I yelled and when I got no response, I yelled louder.“Matthew! Matthew!!”I kept yelling, I didn't give it a pause and it was probably because I felt calmer compared to when I did nothing.“Matthew!” I yelled as he walked in. I looked up at him and realised that my colleagues rushed in with him.I watched them place him on the bed and my hands were shaking, my body and in fact, my soul was.I was in this state due to the shock of never witnessing
I didn't know what to say to Matthew as I was dumbfounded. I looked at him and realised that his suspicion is responsible for his awkward attitude. It explains all the weirdness.“What are you saying? Are you sick in the head?” I said in surprise. My heart was in my throat as fear washed over me. “Exactly what you heard. You love Mr Charles and it's very obvious,” he said in a whisper. “I can't believe you're saying this. Where's all this coming from.” I muttered staring into his eyes. I don't understand how he knows this or if he heard it from someone but his revelation is having an impact on me. “If I'm wrong then why are you being so defensive,” he said with a smirk. “You're out of your mind,” I said and shook my head. I have to deny as much as I can so that the idea drains out of his mind. “Look, I know everything. I'm not an idiot. I can see through you. You can deny it all you want but it doesn't change the fact that what I'm saying is nothing but the truth.” He said in conf
Maureen was happy that her actions mattered to Charles so, she was lost in a trance.“That's all. I'm leaving, don't neglect your health, Mr Charles.” Dr Gabriel said and jerked Maureen from her dazzled state. Maureen turned to look at him and Charles simply nodded at his statement. “I'd walk you out.” Maureen offered and they both left. Maureen returned to Charles's room. She wanted to take the list and purchase the drugs in a pharmacy along with Matthew. “Pass my phone,” Charles said trying to sit up. Quickly, Maureen rushed to assist him and said. “sir, are you sure? I can speak on your behalf.” She offered since she didn't want to stress him. She was concerned that he could be angered over the phone or worse receive bad news. She didn't want anything that would force him to go out. It would terrify her. Maureen had the habit of worrying over trivial matters. Before an issue escalates, she could have developed IBP (High Blood Pressure) especially when it revolves around those
An abrupt knock on the door broke out in the room. Charles glared at the door with wide eyes and immediately, he drew his hands across the bulge. Gosh! He was nervous. He felt embarrassed about it and he knew that it would be more embarrassing if someone saw it. It would be shameful as the boss if he was caught staring lustfully at Maureen with that bulge.He would appear like a pervert but thankfully, he wore fitted trousers and his sex swayed to the side. He was lucky that it wasn't standing forward if not, he would have been discovered as the erection was one of a kind.Another knock rang out and Maureen looked and saw a sleeping Charles. Hmm... He feigned to be asleep. Who knows, his weird feeling might go away. Since she thought that he was asleep, she couldn't wake him to ask for his permission so, she walked softly to the door not wanting to disturb him.She opened it and went out to meet Antonia. Antonia complied when she saw Charlesʼs sleeping figure. Before Maureen stepped
Sir Charles caught me glaring gapingly at him. As our first eyes met, fear washed over me. What am I going to tell him? The truth? No way! I doubt this to be the auspicious hour ordained by God for my feelings to become exposed. It can't be as it doesn't seem right. The truth is it can't be.And if I'm to tell a lie, I won't be able to compose one in such a short amount of time. Would I be able to lie to him? Lying is out of it. I'd just act ignorant or wait! Would think that I was lusting? I hope that won't be the case. I'd prefer to confess than be regarded as a loose girl who can't control her hormones. Anything but being regarded as miss Hailey. He refused to peel his eyes off me and I looked away as I became bashful and mortified. "Drop that over there, I would be right back," he said gesturing toward the bedroom table and I looked at him. I'm thankful that he didn't read the meaning of my behaviour. He might have taken my reaction as that of surprise judging that he was in a
A YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS AGO.I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I watched my mother's teary face as I departed to the unknown. Every part of me was breaking and I couldn't watch. I had to go. She was shattered and broken. My father was enough disappointment for us. I walked slowly with my heart beating in my chest, at the thought of my mother having another traumatizing experience.I was sure I was far from view and turned back to look one last time. I wasn't sure when I was going to return. Suddenly, I felt her hand clutch my dress."Mama! I have to go." I told mom. The pain was evident on my face and I hoped she could read my pain and not feel that I wanted to run away. I'm certainly not dad! I had a purpose- one which I aimed to achieve."Sweetheart! You don't have to go that far. Please!" She begged. It was becoming too much for me. I didn't know if I could keep up with my will. I just couldn't bear her unceasing pleas."Mom! There's no life for me here. I want to be the daug
I looked up at the woman who had tapped me. She was tall, slim and beautiful. At first glance, I didn't need anyone to tell me her age as she was in her early fifties; ten years frame from my 43 years old mother. I gazed at her brown eyes which were locked in my black. She was on a pair of blue jeans like me but wore a mismatched shirt and scarf which was draped around her neck. Although she was beautiful, she looked rather ordinary. "Yes, ma'am," I said looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked. I think she's worried. "Yes," I answered. "Okay, but you don't look good. Is something the problem?" "No, I'm fine," I answered uninterestedly in speaking out."You're crying and you say you're fine? You don't have to feel alone. Why are you sitting here? It's okay! You can talk to me." she said and I didn't utter a single word."You don't need to feel ashamed. I see you have a bag! Do you have where to stay? Are you homeless? Were you kicked out?" she said and yet I didn't reply. In
Charles went straight to his study. He was surprised by Antonia's revelation even though it wasn't obvious. He was convinced that Maureen was a gold digger but he was perplexed by her decision to leave. He didn't understand. It appeared unreasonable since he believed that he was her target all along. In his view, there was no way that Maureen would quit her job. He felt that desperate girls never gave up. He was convinced that Maureen was going to come back and even if she didn't, he believed that she was probably too ashamed that her plans failed and left. Charles realised that she didn't wait for her send-off pay and that was the most confusing of all his thoughts. Even if she was ashamed, why would a desperate girl leave without money? Besides, it could be her compensation for their time together. Charles knew that a desperate lady would threaten to announce what happened between them and as such he would have to pay for her silence. He was convinced that Maureen was desperate
Alexander Stone sat in his office in Strong Stone Construction (SSC), a company he owned and it was around 3:00 p.m. He bore a bright and hopeful look on his face as he was in his best mood ever. It had been a long since he felt this way and not even making love with his beloved wife, Monica Stone could replace this."Sir, when are we taking our next step?" Jerome, Alexander's bench man asked but Alexander simply giggled. He felt refreshed and Jerome was confused. Jerome didn't understand how he became a comedian and his furrowed brows told the tale. "Calm down, Jerome. The first was just executed and you already want another? You're a bad boy!" Alexander said and giggled while swivelling the chair. "But sir, I think we should at least have a new plan. It seems like we don't have any yet. I think we should kill him." Jerome was thirsty for more blood. His utterance made Alexander chuckle as he couldn't control the amusement in him."Be wise, I won't let him die happily. He's just t
Antonia had been distracted by looking for Maureen and had forgotten to do what Charles instructed. As Clarisse watched the blood scene, tears fell from her eyes. Antonia was rechecking all the rooms upstairs and when she came down, she saw Charles' room door open. She went in and saw Clarisse as well as the blood scene."He killed her," Clarisse said as she saw Antonia."Keep quiet. Don't say a word." Antonia covered Clarisse's mouth."What are you saying?" Clarisse asked in tears and when Antonia saw that she was panicking, she put her hands across Clarisse's mouth and tightened them."Get a grip on yourself. Stay here." Antonia said and rushed to lock the door. "What are you doing? Don't cover this up." Clarisse said as Antonia locked the door. "Shut up!" Antonia said and when she was done with locking the door, she returned to Clarisse."Look, this doesn't mean anything okay? This could be Mr Charles' blood. What if he's ill and possibly hiding it? You're aware that he came home
After Charles walked past the door, Antonia peeled her gaze off him and went to the dining room. She wanted to pack up the food as she guessed that Maureen was busy since she didn't wait to serve Charles. Antonia gazed wide-eyed when she didn't see any dish on the dining table. Immediately, she went to the kitchen and when she didn't see Maureen, she supposed that Maureen was still asleep. She was confused since she believed that she and Matthew were the last people to go to bed. She was confused that Maureen was still asleep by this time as it wasn't like her so, she went straight to the room that Maureen and Claudia shared. She stood by their door and just when she was about to knock, she realised that the door was open. "That's weird," she said and walked in. As she did, the first thing she saw was Claudia snoring on her bed with no trace of Maureen. Her brows furrowed as Claudia was just too lazy. She was still asleep when it was almost 8:00 a.m. This was one of the reasons wh
Charles got up from his bed naked with an angry look on his face. He dipped his hand into his hair and looked to his side and saw a portion of his bed soaked in blood. At first glance, you will think he was disheartened but he wasn't, he was disgusted. And as he glared further, disgust surfaced throughout his whole and with creased brows, he walked to the bathroom. While he stood in the shower, he looked down at his penis and as the water touched it, the blood was washed off. He started scrubbing his body as though he had eaten a maggot or earthworm by mistake. He was utterly disgusted and he couldn't believe that he and Maureen had sex. He was annoyed that he had sex with her or would I say that he was weak to have been easily seduced by her? That was his notion as he was convinced that she took advantage of him. Now, he regarded Maureen as a loose dog who craved a rich man's attention. He was convinced that Maureen was like other ladies who wanted to get him through one means or
I stood outside the mansion and looked back in tears. I realised that my dreams and aspirations of making something out of my life had been crushed. I can't do anything to stop what happened and what's still gonna happen because I'm certain that things will be rough for me.I walked toward the main gate to exit the estate and pressed my finger on the fingerprint sensor and walked out of the gate. Since it was early and the security staff were asleep, I walked out without having to answer questions. I'm glad that my fingerprint was registered, if not, I would have had to wait for Antonia, Matthew or sir Charles's authorisation before I could leave. At this point, the last thing I need is to see him or let him see me. As I stepped out, I took a step forward and looked back. Looking at the beautiful landscape rekindled the feeling of being rejected and tears fell from my eyes. I arrived here a year and four months ago. Then, I said that I was only going to work for a year, save up all
It was a difficult journey to the room and I'm glad that Claudia was still asleep when I arrived. Pain surged through me and it was unbearable. My head was in a mess as depression took over. I felt like dying because, at this point, I don't want to live. I can't live with this pain and I feel like my heart will soon explode. The pain in me is greater than that in my body. It's unimaginable. I wouldn't wish for such to befall anyone, not even my enemies. I rushed to the bathroom in limps and turned on the shower. Since I was only in bed sheets, I didn't fumble to peel it from my skin with my hands. Fear washed over me as I needed to be afraid of a man who disposed of me. I realised that I have to leave before he quits his room. He's a powerful man and will be able to eliminate me if I pose a threat to him and his ambition since I'm a waste to him and most likely to the world. Judging that he's famous and rich, I have to run for my life. If not for myself but for my innocent moth