"Why did you bring me here?" Camille asked, her eyes wandering around the place.They both sat outside on a wooden bench in front of a large building. People passed by, some were laughing, while some were lost in their own thoughts. But Camille wasn’t like them; her gaze kept shifting, curious and cautious, like someone seeing the place for the first time."Uh... to have our breakfast. You haven’t eaten, right?" Jason said, his voice was gentle but laced with worry."I’m not hungry," she replied quickly, her eyes drifting toward the tall glass doors and then to the bold letters on the sign above.Her lips moved slightly as she read it. "It’s... a hotel.""And a restaurant too. They serve the best food here," Jason added with a faint smile."Come on, Camille, don’t tell me you’ve really never been here before?" he asked, one brow lifting as he stared at her.Camille’s throat bobbed as she swallowed. Slowly, she turned her head toward him, meeting his gaze."Why would I come here when I
Tonia lay back on the soft bed, her legs crossed and her eyes were fixed on the door."He should be here soon," she said in a low voice, a sneaky smile curving her lips.She wore a tight, red dress that accentuated her shape, featuring a low neckline that revealed a hint of her chest.Her hair fell down her back, and her lips were painted a deep red.Even though it was still early, Tonia looked bright and beautiful, her skin glowing softly."My time here wouldn't be a waste, just watch and see," she added confidently.She had arrived at the hotel room a little early, eager to wait for her companion. As she settled in, she poured herself a glass of juice from the mini-bar, her eyes never leaving the door. The room was quiet, except for the hum of the air conditioner and the soft ticking of the clock on the bedside table.Tonia’s anticipation grew with each passing minute, her eyes sparkling with expectation."No one can resist this body," she murmured, glancing down at herself."No one
Kaira's POVOutside Camille’s house, standing in the alleyway, I couldn’t shake the thoughts from my head. What her mom had said to me kept echoing again and again, every word still ringing in my ears since I left her presence. My feet felt heavy, my chest tight. I didn’t even notice when I reached the gate.Helen’s voice had broken through my thoughts then, pulling me back to reality."Are you even listening? You seem out of it. What are you thinking? I hope everything’s alright?" she had said, her voice was soft but filled with worry. Her hand tapped my shoulder lightly, and that little touch snapped me out of my fog.I blinked, realizing I’d been staring into space. "Oh yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just... spaced out, yeah, spaced I guess," I had replied, my voice sounding more startled than calm.She had studied my face for a second, not quite believing me, then smiled faintly. "I was thanking you about earlier. I didn’t expect you would involve yourself. Thank you."Her
Kaira's POV "I'm sorry..." I whispered, guilt written all over my face.But Helen didn’t even seem to hear me. Confusion flashed in her eyes as she quickly bent to grab the pot lid, covering the food back, then pulled at her oversized gown and threw it aside.I just stood there, frozen, watching her every move. My lips parted like I wanted to say something, but I didn’t. It wouldn’t change anything now.When she took off the gown, I thought she was about to change right there in the kitchen and almost looked away. But to my surprise, she already had another dress underneath, like she had known something like this might happen."Oh, you had it on," I said quietly.It was the same outfit she wore when she came to get me earlier."Yeah. In case of emergencies like this one. I'm always prepared, you know," she said quickly, her voice was a bit shaky and rushed.I thought she would be angry at me. It was my fault, and it was actually worth getting mad about. Camille’s mom isn’t the patien
Kaira's POV "No, I was…" I started to say, but I was cut off quickly. I wanted to tell her she was hardworking; cooking, washing her clothes, and cleaning all at once, alone in this big house. "I know, and I’m begging you," she said, slowly lifting her head to look at me. "Oh, okay. I wasn’t going to say anything though. I just wanted to tell you that you’re hardworking," I said flatly. She reminded me of myself. I saw myself in her, carrying the whole house on my shoulders like a maid instead of a family. "What do you mean? I thought… your reaction earlier was like someone who would report me right away. My boss doesn’t like it when I’m cooking and not in the kitchen," she said, her face showing a mix of worry, tiredness, and fear. I didn’t even know how to describe that look. "And she likes everything neat, but I look messy now…" she said with a small, awkward smile, glancing down at her clothes. "You shouldn’t do things that will upset her next time," I said gently. She l
Kaira's POV"Seriously? You don't know about her departure?" Camille's mom’s voice was low and cold. Just hearing her speak sent chills down my body. Her voice felt like it could cut right through my heart."Ma?" I said softly, unsure of what to say.My brows lifted in confusion, and I turned to look at the maid who had brought me here. But she was gone. She had left already, leaving only the two of us in the room.When the maid led me here, we passed through the main living room, the one close to Camille’s room downstairs.Camille’s house had two living rooms. The one near the entrance was large and warm, with the dining room and kitchen nearby, as well as a restroom and a guest room.However, the second living room was upstairs. It was quieter, and everything looked expensive. Camille’s mom’s room was beside it, and across from that was her husband’s room. There was also a small balcony that looked cozy, more personal, like her private corner. Camille once told me her mom loved sta