This steamy romance story explores the life of Audrey, the mother of 5 year old Keila who desperately seeks a chance to save her daughter’s life. Her baby girl Keila has very little time to live without proper medication and despondent Audrey is driven to an edge. She finds herself with a job as a help for Luther, a prickly 36 year old perfectionist. She takes the job as it’s her only chance to save Keila. ** Luther, a 36 years old, has a stable job and has his entire life set out for him, now all he needs is someone to manage his house and cater to his needs. Audrey ends up filling that position and both characters go through a rollercoaster of emotions while trying to navigate the complexities of their relationship. After finding out about the secret Luther has kept from her, Audrey is over come by betrayal. Will Luther be able to win her back? Would Audrey forgive him for keeping such a secret?
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"Doctor, you have to check again. We need more time" "We've been managing her condition since her birth, it's time to provide her a proper treatment and that has to be done as soon as possible", the doctor, Hawkins speaks, but I can't really hear him over the frantic pounding of my heart. He continues his speech but I can't hear anything. He must notice how lost I am because he calls out to me. "Audrey? Are you listening to anything I'm saying?" I shake my head, trying to push away my spiraling thoughts. "Yeah", my voice comes out scratchy. I clear my throat. "Yeah. I heard you. Can I see her?" He stares at me, pity evident on his face. He's been responsible for my daughter since she was a little baby with the kidney condition. He knows what a struggle it's been taking care of my self, Keila and all the medical bills, he knows how many jobs I've had to juggle just be able to afford the kind of care Keila needs to survive "Yes, you can see her. She should be awake by now". I nod, turning around to leave. "Audrey?", Dr Hawkins calls. I turn, waiting for him to speak. "Meet me after you see her. I'll try to figure out a way to extend her admission", he assures me. I nod. “Thanks” ~~~~~~~<>~~~~~~~ There are way too many wires and machines hooked up to my five year old daughter. The longer I look, the sadder I feel. She's awake now, which means I can't cry, not without upsetting her. "Mummy", she calls out to me, stretching out her thin frail arms towards me as l take the sit beside her hospital bed. I muster up a sweet smile to comfort her. "Hey sweetie", I say. "How's my favorite daughter doing ?" "Mom, I'm your only daughter", she says, giggling- or tries to. It comes out sounding pained. Seeing the obvious pain she's trying to hide, I'm tempted to cry again. "You're so brave", I commend her with a watery smile. "I have to be. I've gotta get well soon so I can get back to lessons with Lina" Keila's condition is bad enough that we were advised to home-school her. Lina is her private tutor and Keila loves her and their lessons together. Keila still thinks her stay in the hospital would be like the last times, short. It's not that way and I don't know how to break it to her that she would be admitted for longer this time. I don't know how to tell her that her condition has worsened. I don't know how to tell her that I'm out of money to pay her medical bills, or that if I'm unable to pay up this time, she might not make it this time around, so I keep the fake smile on my face to make sure she doesn't see the worry on it. "When am I leaving?" , she asks. "Soon, once the doctor clears you", I lie, knowing that she won't be cleared anytime soon. "Am I okay now?" "I don't know yet, but you'll surely be okay soon" "I don't feel okay. My body hurts", she admits quietly and the tears I've been trying to keep at bay slip out faster than I can control them. "It's okay, the doctors would take care of you so it won't hurt anymore", I reassure her, managing to keep up with the smile, even as my tears slip out. "Okay", she says, raising her little palm to clean my tears. I hold my baby's hand, silently crying into it. "They'll fix me. Don't cry anymore" I offer her a watery smile, sitting right by her side and watching as she drifts off to Some few hours later, I step out to meet Dr Hawkins. I find him in the hallway, already talking to a patient. He notices me and excuses himself from the conversation. "Hey, so I talked to my partner, we put in a request. We can keep Keila here for a few more days, provide basic treatments, just as long as you're able to pay a percentage of the bill. But about the surgery, we really can't do anything about it without the full bill being paid. It's an expensive procedure. The funds have to be covered before we can do anything else" I exhale a breath, trying to think of how I can pay a thirty thousand dollar bill without selling an organ or two, and that's excluding the pay for her stay. "How long do I have?" "Without the proper treatment, Keila has just about a month at most before her organ fails to the point that we can't help her. You have about that amount of time to gather the money so we can run the procedure as soon as possible", he answers. I sniffle, subtly trying to hide the tears on my face. "She's in the red already, Audrey. I'm sorry to say, but if you don't have any means to get the money soon, then there's no way we can help Keila. Both kidneys are severely damaged, one more than the other. We're going to remove that one before it completely destroys the other. After that, we'll have to do a transplant for both kidneys which costs a fortune." "Why are you telling me this?", I cut him off. "I just want you to know what we're dealing with. I need you to be sure you can handle it. And there's the possibility that when the time for a transplant comes, we might not be able to find a donor before her other kidney fails completely. This is a lot, Audrey, think it's time" I look up at him, barely concealed anger shinning through my eyes. "Time for what? I really hope it's not what I'm thinking" "Audrey, she's five and she's suffering", he offers like I didn't know that my baby is suffering because I'm unfit to be a mother. "I can handle it", I say. "Audrey mayb-" "I said I can handle it", I snap. He nods and I turn away to leave, feeling horrible.RSS 21I follow behind Luther as we step out of the restaurant, no longer hungry after eating and less likely to trip over and faint. We get to the car and Luther is about to step in when he gets a call on his phone. He picks it up and gets into the backseat, me following swiftly behind.I turn my face to the window, not paying attention to anything else but the beauty of the streets outside. It’s on the upper side of the city, most likely a place for the rich. Since I started working for Luther, I’ve seen more “rich” places than I’d ever seen in my life. It’s both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it’s like a breath of fresh air, knowing that my life may be ugly, but there are better things out there. Better lives to live and better places to see. It’s a curse because seeing it makes me realize just how shitty my life actually. All my life, I’ve tried as much as I can to be optimistic, but seeing people live such glamorous lives opens my eye to the unfair hand I’ve been deal
THE next two weeks pass in a blur.Luther isn’t any less an asshole than he was two weeks ago and is still making my life hell. Emily came over last weekend and saw for herself how stressed out I am working for her cousin. Being the absolute sweetheart she is, she took me out for a girls day out. Luther wasn’t happy about it but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Emily, it’s that she never gives a shit what Luther thinks. The outing with her was great, she made me feel a lot better the few days she spent here but all too soon, she had to leave and I realize I miss her whenever she’s not around.Of course, her leaving meant I had to brave all of Luther’s hard requests without any shield or defender. The other day, he asked me to rearrange his closet by color. Considering that the last time I had to put his laundry into the closet, I couldn’t even tell the difference between cream and beige, then I’m sure we all know how that went. I failed to meet the almighty Lord Luther’s standa
The driver stops at a hotel that stands so tall and intimidating. I don’t get time to admire it because the driver immediately steps out to open Luther’s door. I get out too, walking quickly behind Luther in an attempt to match his pace. It’s difficult, considering that he’s very tall with long strides while I’m below average.By the time we make it into the elevator, I’m almost sweating from the exertion. I need to get my workout in if I plan to continue working for Luther. I have no stamina.While we wait in the elevator for our floor, I study the file Luther’s assistant sent. It’s information on the client we’re meeting and it keeps me occupied enough that I don’t register that it’s just me and Luther in this elevator. My roles are not many but significant enough that one fuck up could ruin this for Luther, whatever this is. I can almost feel her displeasure over having me handle this. She’s a perfectionist too and hates that she’s letting a rookie take such an important job. She e
Unfortunately, life has it that no matter how much you hate a person for his behavior towards you, if you work under him, then you’re going to have to put up with it.I never wanted to be anyone’s underdog. I always hated employees who didn’t have a spine and always lay down and took it from their employees. Now, I want to apologize to them for judging, I understand better.Luther is dressed in a different getup than I prepared for him and unwillingly, I have to admit that it looks less “funeral-ly” than what I initially put together for him. He doesn’t say anything to me as he walks past me in the hallway.I’d gotten dressed a while ago and stood waiting outside his door, not planning to provoke him any further but he walked past me like I wasn’t even present.I sigh, following quickly behind him. There’s a car waiting outside the mansion. A man with dark unimpressive features stands waiting by the already open back door. Luther gets in and with a bow, he closes it behind him. I stan
I squirm, uncomfortable under Luther’s angry gaze.“What do you mean?”, I ask. He doesn’t answer my question.“Your incompetence is beginning to grate on me, Richards”, he says, gritting his teeth. I blink, confused.“You instructed me to get your clothes ready-““For an appointment, not a funeral!”, he cuts in, glaring at the clothes arranged on his bed.I finally take note of the fact that every piece of clothing I picked out is black, save for his shirt.“I didn’t realize-““Of course, you didn’t”, he cuts in again.“And”, he continues, picking up the suit jacket. “I dress in the closet. That’s what it’s for”, he says as he disappears into the closet, leaving me standing confused in the middle of the room.I hate how much he affects me. I hate how much his disappointment discourages me. Every time I do something, he ends up disapproving it which doesn’t help my state in any way.It comes to my mind that I have a daughter in the hospital who needs my help. I need this job and I’ll b
Luther still thinks I had surgery. I hoped for a few more days with Keila even if I knew I had to go back to work on Monday. Surprisingly, Luther sent me a text, telling me that I could take the next few days off to recover. Again, the guilt of lying to him burdened me but I refused to dwell on it, choosing instead to celebrate the small win by staying by my daughter's side and pandering to her every wish.By Monday, I was allowed to feed her, and by Wednesday, I could now touch her, with my full costume of anti-infection of course. Keila still laughs at my blue coveralls every time, she says it looks ridiculous but I’m happy it makes her happy. Katie doesn’t have clearance to visit as freely as I do yet and I hope she gets it soon because I will be needed at work again and Keila needs someone by her side.I talked to the doctor and he told me he’d make arrangements so a nurse would be there by day with her and then I can come in the evenings after work. I agree, settling for it. It’s
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