The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper

The opulent memories of my parents' house on Manhattan's Upper East Side shimmer in my mind like gilded threads through time. That part of the city is an embodiment of grandeur and privilege where luxury dances with elegance. It was within the walls of our family's majestic mansion that Charity, our unwavering caretaker, found her place in our lives when I was a tender five-year-old. Her presence became an irreplaceable pillar for us, especially for Rachel, my daughter, who never felt the void of her absent mother.My mind wanders back to the tumultuous years of my youth. The arrival of Rachel was a turning point that altered the trajectory of my life. Vanessa, ill-prepared for motherhood, sought to rid herself of our child. My father paid a significant sum to ensure Rachel's arrival into our lives because of his unwavering principles. That pivotal day was when Charity arrived, cradling Rachel, the harbinger of a new chapter.As I reminisce about the eve of my twenty-second birthday, v

Why do I feel like Ray is subtly hinting for me to take an interest in Patricia. The unending positive comments and bringing her up in our conversations frequently or the frequent mention of shared interest and qualities. It better not be. Could it be that Mrs. Charity’s absence has Ray suddenly longing for a mother? As I emerge from my study, I feel the warmth from the sun streaming through the tall windows. The air was crisp hinting, at the onset of a beautiful evening.As I reach the end of the stairs, I can't help but stare at Patricia, who is oblivious to my presence. I know I said I've seen prettier women, but she is a captivating sight to behold. Her charm is a composition of grace and elegance. Her gorgeous brown hair is in a ponytail with some strands framing a face as beautiful as the stars. Her precisely carved body appeals to the attention of any beholder fortunate enough to see her.She has a slim yet enchanting figure, a combination of soft silhouettes that perfectly hi

Since I got here, I haven't seen any pictures of Rachel’s mom, nor has anyone ever brought her up during any conversation. I'm not sure if Mother ever mentioned her mother. She never divulged any information about their family, not that I ever asked or cared. His parents have been so wonderful to me, and I would fly if they required me to. Mr. George Baker saw it through that I went to school, and he even sent me upkeep money, which he still does up until now. What a wonderful family. It would be insensitive of me to ask Rachel about her mother. So, Mother will be in the best position to fill me in if she does know anything about it. She should, though; she has worked there since the beginning of time. As I carefully navigate my way out of Rachel's room, ensuring her peaceful sleep remains undisturbed, I step to the side abruptly as I try to avoid colliding with Jordan or hitting Ray’s door. His quick reflexes save me from a fall, and in the brief but intense moment, our eyes lock.

Will I ever become accustomed to these men in black suits lingering nearby? They accompany us as we drive into the estate but rarely venture around the house. Today, one of them joined us in the sleek black Mercedes bus we rode in. Rachel mentioned a wardrobe change, and suddenly, a credit card without any spending limit landed in my hands. If he could grant Rachel anything in the world, he’d do so without hesitation. Jordan is a very simple man, except when it comes to his rides. The word simplicity will be trashed in a bin. Despite how rich he is, and when I say rich, make no mistake of thinking just rich. I mean rich, rich, rich, and a thousand more riches. One would expect him to grace an occasion dressed in Gucci shoes, a Gucci belt, and a Fendi suit and probably finish the look with an ice box dangling from his neck, as most billionaires do. I’ll never understand why some people dress like that, but rather, he’ll throw on a simple suit or a simple polo shirt and chino trousers,

Weekdays seem to drag on endlessly, but the weekends? They're like a magic trick, here one moment and gone the next. Today feels special waking up because it's my day off—Ray's spending the day with her grandma, giving me some free time. The house got a thorough cleaning yesterday, and surprisingly, I find myself looking forward to doing chores. The cool cleaning gadgets make it kind of fun!Having a whole day to myself puts a big smile on my face. These responsibility-free days, without kids or a spouse around, mean I can eat, tidy up, and go out whenever I want without worrying about the time. It's the simple joys of freedom that really brighten up my day."You don’t have to clean today. I mean, the house was thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom yesterday.” Jordan says. He looks all suited up and ready for work. He picks up a croc skin bag and slips his Apple 2023 MacBook Pro into it. I know this because I trashed the empty laptop carton. “Okay, sir. I’ll be going out once Ray has