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 things that they are able to afford and the kind of things that they can afford.
They are only categorized like that because of their income, and in no way in terms of their values, ethics, and morals. That man sitting right there on my couch was very different, and I developed a soft corner for him already, and going out on a date with him was going to be difficult for me to resist whatever I was feeling for him. But because I had already given him a word, I was no way going to back off from it.
My driver enters the mansion that belongs to me since I am married to the owner of this villa now. Every time that I see it, I forget all that I have been thinking about in my mind while riding in the car, and I prepare my mind to return to my husband who is very loving and sexy, and he personifies the word irresistible.
Looking at the parking section to see if his car is parked, I feel a little sad about his car not being there in the lot. He has cars for every occasion such as going to work, going for a long drive, going out with friends and, of course, one for him and I. Having one car for me was a big deal to me, and here I have a car for me which is over and above all of the cars that he owns.
As I saw all the other cars parked except the one that he takes to work, I understood that he has gone to the office. I hope it is because of an urgent meeting that must have been called in to discuss the strategy of the fraud control agency that he has hired to identify the person responsible for the fraudulent transactions happening from the company’s bank account.
Going back to remember the talk in my mind that I had with Charles about moving in with roommates, my face catches a smile once again, and because the servants in the house are looking at me to acknowledge and greet me, I let that smile be for them as I respond to every single one of them not to let them feel that I am going crazy.
When I reach my bedroom, I get in my bed to rest some till Charles gets back home because I need a fresh mind to figure out the way to convince him for the plan that I have in mind to take some time off from our daily life and get away with him to live differently for a while. And we could possibly do a few interesting things that he and I have always wanted to do, but I will have to list them down before I talk to him about it.
Instead of sorting that out in my mind, my mind is still wanting to replay the talk that I had with Charles about moving in with roommates which was around three years ago. When the two people were packing my stuff in the bedroom, Charles and I were sitting on the couch in the living room randomly looking here and there, figuring out what we could do.
Wanting to let him know about my living arrangement so that he does not feel odd when he sees other girls in the new apartment as well, initiating a conversation about it felt best to me. So, I mentioned, “I will be living with roommates now. I don’t know what that will be like as I have lived all by myself since my late teenage years.”
“If you’re not sure about it, then why are you moving with them?” He questioned.
I felt a little insulted to tell him about not being able to afford another home like the one that I was living in at that time, I got lost in coming up with an excuse. The landlord had asked me to vacate that house as he didn’t want to renew the rent agreement because his own son was coming to stay in that apartment since it was closer to the college he got into.
Lying to him didn’t feel right and moreover I had no reason to lie to him. It was his choice to come and help me with whatever I was doing, and that definitely included being aware of why it was happening. So, I gave up thinking about the excuse for moving in with roommates, and I said, “My lease is over, and I cannot afford another place like this.”
His reply to what I said was unthinkable, and I couldn’t have ever thought of him giving me an option like that. I had my eyes widened and my jaw hanging when he said, “I have a big house and got a couple of bedrooms. You can stay there until you find an affordable house for you. That way we can also spend time together and get to know each other better. What do you think about this?”
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