Chapter 3

Estella’s pov

Long Island had the tendency of having cold nights.I thanked the maid that cleaned up after me and watched them leave.Heather was away on a leave ,she had stated that her Father was ill and needed her attention.Heather’s mum left when she was a toddler and he was all that she had.

I decided to make a quick smoothie .Fruits were good for boosting energy to my knowledge and I couldn’t doubt that working as a private chef was a tiresome job.

My thoughts wandered as I prepped the smoothie .I hadn’t seen Arman since the night of his arrival.It had been a week since he did so.

I shouldn’t care.I thought

I hated that I found herself thinking about him sometimes .I had to remain professional if I wanted this job .

I almost let go of the blender when I heard someone walk in.

It was 10pm and the workers knew better than loitering around late at night.I was always the last person to leave the kitchen too after a day well done.

It was Simon and he looked pissed and somewhat ragged.Typical Simon.His tie was loose and she could see a hint of hair on the exposed part of his chest.I swallowed deeply and cautioned myself to look away.

“Hey”I said putting the blender aside.

He ignored me and moved to take a bottle of water from the fridge.

I noticed his bruised fingers as he did so but I knew better than asking after that.

We had never had a conversation all through my 3 weeks here and I was just his worker .

He turned to me as he took a large gulp .His blue eyes piercing into her soul.

“You got any more of that?”he asked referring to the smoothie

I was surprised at his request

“Sure”I said and hurried to offer him some of it.

I watched him as though I was in a food competition awaiting the opinion of a food critic.

“You make good smoothies.The old Chef always made lumpy ones.”he said icingly.

I noticed they were inches away from each other when she perceived his expensive perfume mixed with sweat.

Then I realized he was staring back also and moved quickly to dispose of the almost empty cup of smoothie.

I knew he was watching as I rinsed it clean .The silence was so loud right and I knew why.

“Thank you .really”I said then knowing he was waiting for my reply.

He was kind of giving me a whiplash

With 3 weeks gone ,he wouldn’t even look at the path that I threaded on and now he was enjoying my cup of smoothie late at night.

I was grateful that the kitchen was at the other end of the mansion because I could get caught and the way he was looking at me right now ,someone else would think otherwise

He nodded and proceeded to walk out not saying anything else.

I released a deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding .

The Mendez brothers had this aura of pinning anyone that they looked at with their eyes.

For the first time,I wondered if I had made the right decision working for the Mendez family .

I knew anyone would yearn for this opportunity but with my little time here I knew aside the affluence,the family had their dark side.

Simon coming home late and looking like he had just gotten into a fight confirmed my suspicions.

Henrietta being the usual gossip ,had also fed my suspicions.

“Well there’s a rumor that we could be working for a mafia family and I feel there’s an iota of truth there.”she had stated

“Why do you feel so?”

“Never tell a soul.Well I’ve been hooking up with Peter ,one of the bodyguards and I noticed he had a gun during our last intercourse.Why would see the need to wear a gun even to bed with a woman?”

I was stunned at her confession of having an affair ,I admired her courage ,but what caught my interest more was knowing the essence of always carrying a gun around.

You would do so when you knew danger was lurking around.