Chapter 3

Ezra’s POV

The car comes to a halt in front of my house and I hop out. I take slow, slurry steps through the foyer, taking the stairs towards the second floor. I had a lot to drink earlier at the bar with Jason. We had both returned from our business trip and thought to grab a few drinks from the bar. One drink turned into two and before we knew it, we were all tipsy. 

Hailey had come to pick Jason up and I came home with my driver. I had told my assistant to send a girl home for the night so I walk straight to the room I usually use to entertain them on the second floor whenever I'm too tired to go to a hotel. 

My room is totally off limits. It's my private sanctuary and I can't taint it with the multiple meaningless sex I have every other day. I haven't had any girl there, not once. I treasure my bed and I can't have just anyone in it. I open the door and walk in. The room is dimly lit by the moonlight emanating from the windows. It seems a bit different for a while but I catch the figure lying on the bed and I conclude I'm in the right room. 

I walk towards the bed taking my jacket off and sink in beside the lady. I begin kissing her neck as I keep my eyes on her cleavage peaking out of her low cut nightie. She smells so nice and warm. A bit different from how my girls would scent. They usually wore expensive perfumes that most times threatens to choke the life out of me. I usually wonder if they down the entire bottle at a go.

I shift towards her and my hardness is practically poking at her. I move my hands to the hem of her nightie and begin dragging it up. I think to rip it off completely because I'm so hard at the moment and can't wait to sink deep between her legs.

“Oh my God!!” The shriek coming from the lady who is supposed to my hookup for the night is enough to blast my ear drums.

“Can you stop screaming and strip or better still, I could rip it off and get you a new one later” my words are a bit slurred as I move closer which only makes the lady jump out of the bed entirely.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” she hurriedly picks up the lamp by the bedside drawer and points it towards me.

“What sort of stupid question is that?” I ask getting irritated. “Now be a good girl and put the lamp down. Get on the bed and spread those beautiful legs for daddy. I don't have all night. I need to sleep. I have an early start tomorrow” My vision is a bit blurry but I see her take a few steps back.

“I’m sorry I can't do that” she says in a small voice.

“What the hell are you talking about? Weren't you paid for this? Listen, stop being dramatic and get on the bed” Sobering up a bit, I assume a sitting position.

“Um, I think you there's a misunderstanding here. I'm not whoever you think I am” she says in a low sweet voice. Her voice is so calm and somewhat comforting but I can't think about that right now. What the hell is she saying?

“Listen, if the money you were paid is not enough, I'll double it. And if you do a good job tonight, I'll triple it. Just stop talking and get on with what you're here to do” I say moving towards her. 

She moves backwards until her back hits the door and I'm practically in her face. I place my hands on the wall on both sides of her face. She makes to move but I hold her in place. I pull her towards me and I love the feel of her fabric clad breasts against my chest. I resuming feasting on her neck which doesn't last for two seconds before she shoves me so hard that I take a few steps back.

“Okay this is getting awkward. What the hell is going on?” I ask, completely irritated at this point.

“I really don't know what you're talking about but like I said earlier, I'm not who you think I am. There seems to be a mix up somewhere”

“Why the hell are you here if it's not for sex then?” I almost yell. My impatience is growing very thin at the moment.

“My name is Carissa and I was hired yesterday by Denise, Mr Ezra’s assistant as his new private chef. She explained that it's a live-in job and I was assigned to this room when I resumed today. I was supposed to meet with Mr Ezra this morning but I was told he was away and would be back tonight. I waited for a bit and only came up to sleep when it was getting late. I figured I'll see him tomorrow” she says with fear written all over her face.

The colour drains from my face and I take two steps back. It all comes crashing down. Denise had informed me about the new private chef she hired for me due to my poor eating pattern. I had initially disagreed insisting that I don't need one but Denise can be very persuasive and assertive at the same time. 

She has been my assistant since the start of the company so she kinda knows me to some extent and I let her get away with some things, especially when she's particular about my well-being. And truly, I needed someone to plan my meals. My poor eating habit is getting worse by the day even though I would never admit that to anyone. 

Now back to the current situation. I stare back at the lady before me and my gaze lingers. She's beautiful and hot at the same time and seeing her in this night dress that stops just a little below mid thigh is doing something crazy to my mind but I catch myself immediately. 

I'm beyond mortified when I remember I was just about to sleep with my staff some minutes ago. Can the night get any worse? 

I compose myself, picking up the jacket I threw on the floor as I clear my throat. “I’m sorry I got you confused with someone else. You can return to bed now. Do have a good night” I say in the most professional voice I can muster and I'm out of the room before she gives a reply. 

I don't bother to check the other room for the supposed girl for the night. I'm not in the mood anymore. I quickly walk to the elevator and ride up to my suite. I walk straight to the bathroom, peel my clothes off and step into the cold shower. It’s almost freezing but it calms me down a bit. I change into my pajamas and climb into bed. Now I just have to think of how I would face my new chef tomorrow morning after the embarrassing incident.