Sinful Obsession

I sat on the chair not far from my new employer’s spot. We are all waiting for his son to arrive. The surroundings of the house scream wealthiness, from the chandelier that is hanging on the ceiling down to the golden staircase and the vases that are enormous than my size. I wonder how much each vase cost, I guess I will have to work for 10 years before I could buy one.

“Tell Peter to come quick,” the lady said to one of the housemaids.

I thought the housemaid will be going upstairs but she just pressed something on the remote she is holding. She pressed it about two to three times then whisper. Not any minutes later a handsome man came down the staircase looking extravagant with his suit on and he looks so hot with that shade on. I saw his profile days ago but I never knew he looks better in person.

“Where will you be going? Going on a date again?”

The man looked at me for a couple of minutes. His eyes moved from my head down to my toe. He cleared his throat before looking at his mom. “Mind if I bring that lady over there?” he asked.

I was too stunned to speak when all of their eyes went to me. I look down on my knees then lock them together. “Peter she is your assistant. Don’t make fun of her,” her mother sounded so calm saying those to him.

I already have a background of him.

I can feel someone staring at me. I look up and meet his gaze. The teasing look is plastered on his face. He slightly nod then walked towards the little girl who is busy clicking on her phone. He whispered something to her that made the little girl look at me. She stared at me for a couple of seconds then back to her phone.

“I forgot to tell you. Your dad cut off your credit card and also, he took your car. Now, enjoy lurking outside.”

I heard him curse. His ears quickly turned red because of the strong displeasure. “Fuck!”

Her mother left her along with the other housemaids who don’t want to involve with the issue. The only ones left in the living room is his sister and me. “Follow me,” he said. I am not dumb to not know who is he talking to. I followed him until we reached his room. The door is black and when I enter his room I can’t see anything.

It’s too dark.

“Come here,” he said.

It took me a while to adjust my eyesight at the darkness inside his room. He turned on the lamp near his bed. The yellow light illuminated his face. His left leg under his right leg, he is looking at me as I am standing right next to him waiting for him to utter a word again.

“Strip in front of me,” he commanded.

I looked at him with eyes wide open, thinking if he is kidding. “I am serious,” he seriously said. Is he out of his mind? Perhaps, this man is a psycho?

“I bet your pardon, Sir but I am not here to do that. I am not paid for that,” I said to him, nicely.

His ocean blue eyes are staring at me. He bit his lower lip, “Then… I would gladly pay you for that.”

I shook my head. I need money but I won’t consider that as an option. “Then… I would gladly refuse it too,” I smile at him when I said that words. I saw his jaw clenched but chose to just stare at me making me uncomfortable.

“If you would excuse me, Sir--”

“Stop calling me Sir. Call me Peter, my lady,” he said. The tone of his voice is serious yet his appearance says otherwise.

“If that’s what you want, PETER,” I said emphasizing his name making him wink at me.

“You are a feisty woman. I like it.”

I almost rolled my eyes at him. Why do I have to deal with him by the way? If money just pour down easily then I wouldn’t have to do this. I don’t have to deal with this arrogant and maniac playboy. I’m taking back what I said earlier about this man.

“What is your name, my lady?”

“Tara,” I replied.

He nodded then stand up. “Easy, my lady. I won’t eat you… yet,” he said when I stepped back. “You’re just blocking the way, my lady.”

“My name is Tara.”

“I know, my lady.”

What the fuck is wrong with this man? I have already told him my name yet he still keeps on calling me that? I took a deep breath before walking out. I haven’t been out yet when the surroundings have lit up.

“You can’t go yet, I want you to help me choose a gift for someone,” he said when he saw me holding the doorknob to go out.

Choosing a gift for someone? What does it have to do with me? Is that part of the job I am in? Helping him decide? Yes, Tara. It is your job. Now, stop stressing out yourself and just stress him instead.

He got his laptop and put it on his bed. “What present do you want to give to someone who you would want to fuck?”

“Your dick.”

“Fuck! I like it!”

I shifted my gaze when his hand suddenly went to his dick. “Here is my dick.”

Fuck! I turned to his ceiling, erasing what I just seen earlier. “Why are you acting like that? Are you still a virgin? That is quite interesting if ever.”

“No, I am not.”

“Well, that’s good then hooking up with me shouldn’t be a problem. Do you have a boyfriend? Better break up with him already.”

I didn’t answer him and just chose to stay silent. I have a long-time boyfriend and he doesn’t know about me getting into this job. I don’t want to be a burden to him even if he is willing to help my family without asking for recompense.

“So, you have a boyfriend that’s the most interesting part. Hooking up with someone while you have a boyfriend.”