Things with me were going pretty much exciting, and as I was given a chit secretly while shaking the owner’s hand, it certainly added to my exhilaration. That was the first movie-like experience which happened to me in my boring life. Everything from then on changed which eventually landed me to where I am at present.
I am brought back to the present time where the driver has stopped the car at the traffic signal and all the other cars are also waiting for the light to turn green. I look around and be grateful to be in such a happy place. This city is over the top beautiful with such interesting buildings, mountains, beaches, it is all there over here. I am excited to reach home and meet my wonderful husband who will be back home in a couple of days.
Meeting him at the start when I made the best of the option that he had opened out in front of me. I rushed to the washroom as soon as he had left, just to open the chit and see what was written in it. I didn’t want to open it in front of other people because I didn’t want them to know about anything that happened between Mr. ehhh! Oh crap!
I didn’t even know his name then, as asking him that didn’t seem appropriate to me. If he was really the owner, gradually we would all come to know his name, I thought, and I continued to walk till I reached the restroom. With all the anticipation of everything that I could find in the chit, I was also being practical, and the option of finding it blank was still very much plausible.
Being only an intern at the best international museum of the city, I couldn’t have such fantasies playing in my mind where the owner of the place I worked at would ask me out or something like that. I am not saying I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted it badly, but I liked staying connected to reality.
A guy like him had no possible reason to pursue a girl like me. So, I must control myself and not be this excited, I reminded myself as I had opened the bathroom door. Unable to control my smile, I quickly pulled the chit and opened it in a hurry. I couldn’t believe what it read. He had mentioned his phone number along with his name on it.
Finally, I got to know his name. It was Mr. Charles Lozano. Because of the feeling it brought to me when I read it, I repeated his name a couple of times to register the way I was feeling about his name. Despite being skeptical about calling him, I had somehow messaged him that same day feeling confident.
When I didn’t get a reply from him for a couple of hours, it was getting me nervous. I was worried if I did the right thing, or I might end up losing my job. No way in hell I had sent him a nasty message. A simple one like I would have sent to anybody: Hope you reached home. Olivia here.
After a few hours went by and I still had not received a message from him, I really started to panic and feared losing my job. It was very difficult for me to get to sleep that night, and I purposely wore the thicker night guard that night because I was bound to clench my teeth in my sleep with anxiety about what happened which was burdening on me.
When I woke up the next day, I was so relieved on seeing a notification of Mr. Lozano in my phone without even reading his message, I immediately clicked on it to open it in the application. A little excitement in me to read his message was eating me up even though it was only a couple of seconds that took me to open the app and read it.
Mr. Lozano: Yes, I reached home for a meeting on time. Excuse the delayed response. I was working.
As I read his message, I automatically saw the time that he sent it, and I couldn’t believe he was working or had a meeting at that time. He had sent me the message at 2:00 in the night. It must have been some other reason that he replied to my text that late at night.
My intuition told me his late message had something to do with another girl, maybe his girlfriend or possibly even a one-night stand. I was doubtful to have come across a man his age who didn’t have any such encounters. A girlfriend for him seemed too farfetched because he didn’t look like he was in a serious relationship.
Had he been committed to someone, he wouldn’t have given his number to me the way he did at the museum. Even though I was happy to get a reply from him, I was also a little heartbroken. The feelings were mixed because I think I had already started to like him by then, which was pretty much obvious with the attention he gave to me when we had met.
When I was almost in bed about calling it a day without replying to his message for one whole day because that’s what it took me to control my over-thinking, another message from him surprised me. This wasn’t any kind of a message to meet me, or to show authority over me or anything else like that. It was a very sweet message telling me about his day and asking me about mine.
Mr. Lozano: Hey, beautiful, had another hectic day. Looking forward to rest during the weekend now. What about you?
His message bounded me to reply to him. Just because I felt that he lied to me, doesn’t make my assumption about him being in a relationship come true. He must be given the benefit of doubt, I thought and considered replying to his message that night.
Olivia: My day was like any other day, but unlike you, I have a busy weekend planned, Mr. Lozano.
Mr. Lozano: A busy weekend? That doesn’t sound fun at all.
Olivia: Unfortunately, my life isn't also fun at all, Mr. Lozano.
Mr. Lozano: Please call me Charles. What are you going to be busy with this weekend?
Olivia: The lease of my apartment is over. I will be packing and moving.
Mr. Lozano: Well, that could be made fun if I could help you with it. What say?
I knew he would have eventually asked to meet, but the way he did it then was appealing. Some help in packing all my stuff and moving it to the new apartment of mine would have made my work easy at that point. But because I was moving from living alone to living with roommates, I was a little embarrassed to let him know about it.That decision of mine would help me save some money as a reserve for my future. I was young and still learning to manage my finances back then. There was a need of mine that couldn’t be met, and that taught me to have some money to take care of times like that.Not knowing how to say no to the owner of the place where I was working at that time, I found it very difficult to reply to him, and thus, I took a long time. But on getting another message from him, I immediately responded to him.Mr. Lozano: You taking so long to answer doesn’t give me a good feeling. Do you want my help thi
Charles and I settled in the living room that only had a convertible couch while his helpers packed my clothes and books in the bedroom. I was embarrassed to serve him juice in the stainless steel glass when he said he was thirsty, but he picked it up from the tray like it didn’t matter to him at all what kind of glass he was being served the juice in.Someone who must have never drunk in any other glass except for the finest quality tumbler made with the best available material was drinking water in a stainless steel table glass because that was all I had at home. But he didn’t make any deal out of it, and that was another thing of his that appealed to me quite much.There are some people who are too lost in their so-called world that they lose touch with reality and don’t realize that many people are not on the same boat as theirs. There are middle-class people and low-class people as well who live just as fine in the thi
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