Chapter 4

At night I was still in the mansion and my attention was focused on Steven who looked at me as if I was a meal that could only be served at the table once.

I just ignored him and continued wiping his expensive vase at home. His antique collections looked so expensive and I am so scared that I would break them.

I glanced at Steven again and immediately looked away when I saw that he was still looking at me intently while holding a glass of wine in his left hand.

'Gosh! What kind of man is this? I said to myself.

Why is he staring at me?

I finished what I was doing and left. It's past 8 in the evening so I can go to sleep because I will call my son who I haven't seen for three days now.

But I was having a hard time while putting back the cleaning supplies inside the drawer box.

"My God! Why is it so tight?" I am sweating enough because the box is loaded and I can't put these things properly.

While I was busy putting the things back to the box, I heard Steven sneeze behind me. I immediately stood up and blushed when I realized that he was watching me while my ass part was up for bending.

"What are you doing?" he asked while sweating.

Why is he sweating? The AC is good.

"I'm returning these things inside but I can't do it because it's loaded and tight," I said.

"Tight?"

"Yes. It’s tight and f-full," I innocently replied.

I saw his face reddened. 'Wait! What were we talking about?' I feel embarrassed when I realized something.

Steven sat down to arrange the things in the box and after, he turned to me.

"There.. It fits perfectly even though ..." he swallowed for a while before continuing "tight" and he left as if I have a contagious disease.

Okay, what was that?

I immediately went to my room straight to the bathroom. I plan to take a bath first before calling my son.

When I’m done, I went out while wrapping the towel around my body.

I screamed loudly when I saw Steven inside my room and sitting on the bed.

I saw how he looked at me from my feet up to my face and I blushed when it sink to me that he’s here in my room. I couldn't look at his eyes and I held the towel tightly as if I was afraid it would fall off.

"What/What," we said it together.

"What... What are you doing here?"

"Ahm--.... Wake up early tomorrow. We need to go to the grocery. The fridge is empty," he said and left blushing.

I was confused as hell. He knew I'm going to the grocery store tomorrow so why does he have to say that and came here into my room? And we? As in us? Going to buy groceries tomorrow? No way.

I chose to ignore him and dried my hair before calling Hivo.

The next morning I woke up early to cook. I also don’t know why all the days I’ve been here at his house, he’s been here too.

I mean, I know that he’s a busy person and it’s seldom for him to stay at his house.

I also didn’t hear him calling anyone else which is weird because since I started working here, he was always busy on his cell phone and talking to someone else.

Steven is the typical boss who is rude and arrogant. Since I started working as his maid, he already scolded me a lot of times that is why I wanted to give up in my first week here.

So I don't know if he's just bored and started talking to me as if he hadn't scolded me before.

So basically I always cook for him because he’s just here at home. Good thing I know how to cook. I am more thrilled to be told that I am good at cooking than I am beautiful.

I mean, deeeym, complimenting my culinary skills is way more beautiful than how I look.

"What are you cooking?" I stiffened as I felt Steven behind me and looked at the food I was mixing.

His head is on my shoulder and his breath hits my cheek. I was taken aback by his actions.

"S-Sir .. your request," I said and move way from him and pretending to find something near the table.

He noticed me avoiding him so he frowned which made me nervous. I stared at his frowning face and I couldn't help but to compare his handsome face to our son cause that’s how Hivo looks like especially if he’s frowning.

I can see the way my son looks when he doesn't like something and what Steven was giving me are exactly the same. 'Sh*t! I said to myself.

Hivo is indeed his son. There’s no question with that.

"Why are you avoiding me? Do I stink?" Steven said and glared at me.

Why is he angry if I avoided him?

"What? O-Of course not sir. I’m not avoiding you," I lied and slowly stepped closer to him. I took the spatula and stirred the food in the bowl.

"Tss..." he hissed and took my hand and accompanied me to stir the food.

I was just silent as I felt him and my heart was beating so hard when I felt his lips on my neck.

"Sir .. what are you doing?" I close my eyes when his lips touch my shoulder.

"I’m helping you," he said in his deep and husky voice as his lips kissed my neck down to shoulder.

I slowly moved a little away from him and stared into his lustful eyes who was looking at me.

"What now?" his face was already frowning as he looked at me.

My goodness, he’s frowning again, and all I can see was our son’s face.

If my friends saw it, they will surely say the same. Because it's undeniable that the two looked exactly the same.

"I'm sorry sir but I’m not comfortable," I said. He sighed and sat down in the chair near the table.

"I was rejected. I'm that handsome, rich, and handsome again yet rejected?" I heard him mumbling which is why I laughed a little.

"I'm beautiful too," I chuckled after I say that.

"What did you say? You're beautiful?" he said looking at me earnestly.

"Yes," I replied while holding back my laughter.

"Really? Beautiful?" he said while examining my body. When his eyes landed on my face, I saw the movement of his adam's apple.

"Is it not?" I politely asked him.

He blushed and looked away. "Pretty," he said and immediately averted his gaze as he put his hand on his neck.

When I saw that he’s no longer looking at me, I laughed softly without making a sound and then handed him the food.

While we were eating, I could feel Steven stares sometimes and I just pretended not to notice it.

I went to their garden and watered the plants. For a man like him, it's amazing that he has a garden at home. Just cute.

While I’m busy, suddenly, he came again with the coffee I made earlier.

His face was dark while looking at me. At first, he was just standing in the distance and watching me. He put the coffee on the table before approaching me.

‘Why does he looked so angry? Did I do something he didn't like?' I asked myself.

He placed both his hands on my shoulders and I gasped for his sudden move.

He bent over because he was taller than me and his eyes were dark as if it’s digging into my soul through his stares.

"Are you seducing me?" he asked and I was shocked.

"Huh? .. me? Seducing .... you?"

Come one, how? I was just watering the plants and didn’t do something bad.

"Yeah... What else? It's obvious that you were seducing me," he said.

I want to laugh but he might explode. If our son inherited some of his traits, I already know his reaction would be I laugh at him.

"I'm sorry sir but no sir," I said politely.

"Of course you are! Stop lying... I know that you're seducing me,” he insisted on what he wanted to happen.

My God, son, you inherited that habit from your father. Maybe if we were in the same house, with our son, I’m probably having a headache. Wait- what am I thinking. Erase that!

"No sir. Not really. If I'm seducing you then .." I deliberately hung up what I was going to say and leaned closer to him so that my lips could reach his ear.

"I would have been naked now," I said in my seductive tone but what I did was wrong because I was the one who suddenly got hot.

His whole face turned red and he immediately turned his back on me and entered the house. Because of what he did I couldn’t help but laugh. He's impossible.

'Looks like mama will enjoy teasing your daddy son,' I whispered in the air while looking at Steven's receding bulk.