His question had sparked a feeling in me as it had never happened before. Hell yes! I wanted to move in with him, but I had no freaking clue how it would turn out to be. I was sitting on the couch and looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that he actually invited me to live with him. I stood nowhere in comparison to him. Talking was one thing, but living together with him was a completely different thing.
Not wanting to mess it up from there, keeping quiet was a better option for me. Every time I opened my mouth impulsively, I spoiled things. So, that was a chance for me to think before I talked as an opportunity like this to live with a billionaire was inconceivable.
If I agreed and moved in with this very fine man, based on his status, would I be considered his friend? He didn’t need any kind of financial help to let out his house to me. Then why would he ask a stranger he met just a week ago to come and live with him?
The entire shifting that included packing and unpacking was done by his servants. I later realized that they weren’t his assistants but his servants. He had one assistant, Edward Matthew, who I met when I was entering Charles’s mansion. He came to greet his boss and give him feedback on something that I didn’t understand then.Edward, who continues to be his assistant till the present date, is an average-looking guy, but he is amazingly smart in organizing things for Charles. He makes everything look so easy for him and does most of his work at the office and also at home. He is with us twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and stays in the staff accommodation which is also a part of the mansion.When I saw the staff quarters for the first time that I entered Charles’s home, I was super impressed with how big they were and the facilities that were provided to them. Charles himself had taken me for a round in the
Mr. Lozano: I will be coming home a little late, Olive. I’m in the office for an important discussion. Love you, sweetheart. Take care, and please don’t wait for me to eat. Bye!Charles’s message buzzing on my phone brought me back to the present, where a servant has just entered my room with my lunch. I am more comfortable being in my room and eating than ten people staring at me while I eat at the dining table. I have never been comfortable in pretending to be at my best, but I have tried to always do my best.Home is your private space, and I am used to being completely free at home. It’s been so many years, but I am not used to being under someone’s watch all the time. I love being by myself. More importantly, I miss the way I used to live before without any limitations and restrictions. Not having to think about whatever I plan on doing was the best for me.Roaming around
On opening the door, I saw cheerful faces of Charles and a very beautiful lady who was sitting with him on the couch and listening to him talking when I entered the house. But if the lady was his love interest, why would he get her to meet me? She must be an important lady to him, I thought, with how close both of them seemed to me.“Olive, meet Erica, my best friend,” said Charles.Best friend? I felt weird to some extent because if she was his best friend, then why didn’t he ever mention her to me in all the two months that I had been there with him? Was there a new best friend scheme going on somewhere?Suddenly, after two months his so-called “best friend” appeared out of nowhere, and I was naturally feeling jealous of her. Had Charles confessed his love to me, meeting his best friends would have still been fine. But he seemed as happy with her as he had been with me in the time we had spent together,
The next morning was very depressing because I didn’t have college and also no shift I had to report for. So, I kept myself tucked in bed refusing to let go of my laziness. Even though I understood that it was making me feel worse thinking about what others would think about me because I was living with Charles, I did not want my image to go for a toss in people’s minds.Knowing that they could think of me as a gold digger without being aware of the actual bond that I shared with Charles was not making me feel good about myself. I have never wanted to be given that title, but it was then I learned that everything in life came with a positive and a negative. The way we perceived something made all the difference because in reality things might differ quite from what we think about it in our minds.My search to find an affordable house at a better location and closer to college had been on since the day I settled in here with Charl
It had all of a sudden become very awkward, and I was feeling extremely uncomfortable in the car with him after screaming that out to him. He had also become very quiet, and he looked away from me to see the road in front. His reaction made me feel as if I was sad about the fact that he hadn’t asked me out yet, which was not true at all.I was definitely not complaining about it, but I said it to give him the most logical reason for why I couldn’t give up working and continue staying in his house. So, I didn’t have a reason to feel bad about it anyway, I had many other reasons for that. Losing my job topping the list, being unable to go once again to check out the apartment being the second one, and now an argument with the man I had a crush on since the very beginning.Blaming it on my stars not shining right, I stayed mum for the rest of the ride. When we reached the museum, Charles asked me to get down with him. I was fe
To lighten the mood, when things got a little peaceful in the car and his forehead furrows cleared, pulling the collar of my dress, I joked, “Isn’t it getting too hot out here?”The smirk on his face made me smile, and then I started to laugh as I said, “Where is the document that gives me 50 per cent stake in the museum? I want to sign it.”I was only having some fun to make him smile, but his expression was confusing me as he was lost watching me laugh. He wasn’t expressionless because he had a subtle smile on his very handsome face, but his eyes were fixed on mine. It appeared to me as if he was just going to say something to me from his heart and as if something was stopping him.Such an expression often protects oneself from being emotionally naked and laying our emotions bare in front of someone. In a relationship, people should not be able to only strip down clothes from their bodies, but the
After a heartfelt conversation with Mr. Nathan Alberto, it is nice to know that things at the orphanage are all good, and the donation which Charles makes is being put to use. My husband is one gem of a person for choosing to make a generous donation to the orphanage every month after getting to know that I was raised there.He didn’t even tell me that he was planning to do that nor did he let me know when he was doing it for many months together. It was only after my warden’s call that soon after my marriage that I got to know that my husband had been the biggest donor and his money was being used for the kids’ education and healthcare facilities.Not only did I feel proud of being married to such an obliging man, but I also felt grateful to him for taking care of my home. I have called the orphanage my home ever since I learnt that every place that has contributed to your upbringing is your home as that’s what the a
Staring at his luscious lips was making it very difficult for me to resist moving forward and devouring him. Even though he was right on top of me and his face was so close to mine that our noses were separating our lips. But despite the physical closeness, some resistance from his end stopped me from taking the lead.He was also looking at me with his eyes fixed on mine, and his body wasn’t moving at all. In the time that I was thinking about the way that I should react, not wanting to spoil anything between us, he straightened his body to fall down on the bed on his back. It gave me space to get up and get out of being that near to him because it would have been very risky, so that is what I did.I was thirsty, so I went to drink water which was in the refrigerator that was on the other side of the room, and by the time that I came back, Charles had already slept in bed lying the way that he was. Instead of putting his feet on the be