All Chapters of Housekeeper and the Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

In Twilight moments of wakefulness and sleep, I took a deep breath and could smell the soft aroma of lemon blossom and neroli lingering in the suite, crisp ivory white percale weave sheets underneath my body felt like fluffy clouds, and oh the plump pillows rubbing my cheeks. Sun setting on the horizon and rays cascading through the large balcony sliding doors cast an inviting glow to the room that took away the weariness.I glanced around the immaculate, cream-colored Sterling Suite; this is the finest, most costly accommodation on the Dorian coast. This is more than my six-month income for one night, but it's money well spent. If only I had mastered the art of saving money and adhering to a budget, both of which I have yet to master at the ripe old age of 30.For now, I can at least waltz around the master bedroom pretending to be the sophisticated, cultured lady I can never be, or I can get my job done and not get fired on the last day of work. Twenty minutes per room to run around

I felt a tear of happiness fall from my eye. I was meandering through the Dorian coast downtown area, mind deep in my own little universe. Suddenly a familiar face attracted my gaze, it was Arlo; the sight of him delighted me, and I assumed he had come to surprise me. While I would never describe him as romantic, these gestures warmed my heart. Maybe he came to surprise me on my last day of work; he was across the street, seated in the coffee shop's outside seating area, head bowed, eyes glued to the phone, fidgeting. What a scrumptious thought. I have loved him deeply; he was always my first true love, and after tomorrow's alter ceremony, we will be inseparable.I have prepared a lengthy vow of commitment that I plan to read in front of my loved ones. I know it will be a day I'll always remember fondly and one that, perhaps, our grandkids will hear about someday. I have been diligently saving every penny to make it an unforgettable moment.My tummy was doing a happy dance of butterfl

He strode off with impeccable style. He positioned himself so that he was facing me directly while leaning back on the sofa, and he waited patiently for a few moments for me to respond. And I was unable to think of a single one. What was I doing on his bed?He picked up the phone with his well-manicured hands and said, 'I should inquire with the front desk; I can't remember ordering a Mail Bride to my room.'The unknown man seemed like a successful businessman who might shred me to pieces in seconds, so I mustered all my strength to sober up before negotiating with him. Nonetheless, I had no choice but to give it a shot in order to keep both myself and Mrs. Cha out of trouble.I needed to interject.In my best drunken attempt at a coherent phrase, I pleaded, 'Please don't contact reception; give me a minute and I will clean everything and leave.''Are you a guest?'I tried to avoid making eye contact by looking away but still maintaining a conversational tone by nodding.'Do you work

Once Mr. Colton and Winston had left the room. I headed to the restroom in an attempt to make myself appear at least slightly presentable. I glanced in the mirror. I had not gotten nearly enough sleep, and it showed in my appearance—my hair was a mess, and there were dark circles underneath my eyes. My skin resembled a dried out desert. I couldn't help but wonder what Mr. Colton saw in me that made him want to tie the knot. I despised seeing myself in such a mess. As I sprayed cold water on my face, the mascara ran down to my cleavage and stained the top of my ivory dress.After taking off any remaining makeup and brushing my hair, I pulled it back into a tight ponytail. My collarbones and naked shoulders were on full display. I went through the medicine cabinet looking for mouthwash in order to get rid of the putrid stench of alcohol that was coming from my mouth, and I slathered on a generous amount of lotion all over my olive-coloured skin.Before leaving, I made sure to maintain a

Winston turned towards me and questioned, "Ms. Zara, are you married?"I wondered why on earth this particular conversation had any relevance to my marital status. Why did it have anything to do with what had transpired thus far? I quizzically raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Why does that minuscule detail hold any significance right now?"The two men's eyes locked onto me like a pair of confused children. It was clear that my choice of clothing had thrown them for a loop. Now, I'm not saying I was actually married or anything, but I did give off that vibe. Their puzzled expressions spoke volumes. It was as if they were trying to decipher the mystery that stood before them in a wedding gown. Was I a blushing bride, ready to walk down the aisle? Or perhaps a daring fashionista pushing the boundaries of societal norms? The possibilities were endless, and their bewildered faces only added to the intrigue. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as I soaked in their confusion. It was like a