The salad he made me really was delicious. I just wish I could have enjoyed it. All that “testing” from before was still sitting in my stomach. I barely ate three bites before my stomach started to protest. How the hell was I going to eat this whole thing?
I didn’t have much time to think of a solution. Mr. Weston finished the dishes in what felt like no time. As I probably should have expected, the first thing he did was come over to check on us. He frowned as he saw my almost full plate.
"You've barely eaten," he said sadly. "Is everything alright?"
I almost felt guilty. It was obvious how much Henry cared about his cooking. Besides, it wasn’t like the food was bad, I just didn’t have the room for i
As we continued down the hall, I finally realized where we were going. My room. Well, Mr. Weston's room. Our room? I honestly didn't know what to think of it as.At least, that’s where I thought we were going. Instead, Thomas went over to the door that was closest to it. He motioned for me to follow him in. As he opened the door, I saw what it was. One of the guest bedrooms. It wasn't as grand as Mr. Weston's room, but still nicer than anything else I'd ever stayed in. It looked spotless, the cleaners must have already been through."While I’m glad to know you haven’t had any incidents so far, it really would be best for you to have your own room on the days you don't share one," he said, inspecting the room. "That being said, you’ll only be making more work for yourself if you choose one that’s too far away from him. Mr. Wes
Even though I couldn’t really think of anything else to do, it seemed a shame to spend the whole day napping. Besides, I knew if I slept now, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep tonight. Which meant I’d just end up back in the exact same position I was in now. Except this time, I'd be exhausted the next morning too.I vaguely remembered Thomas's book saying Victor liked movies. Didn't that mean there had to be a TV or something around this place? It wasn't much, but at least it would help to break the silence. I forced myself out of bed and started roaming down the halls.Quest for the TV wasn't exactly how I planned to spend my day, but I guess it kept me occupied if nothing else. Most of this was due to the fact that I barely knew where anything was in the mansion. I’d really only been following Mr. Weston around to the same five p
I jumped a bit as the clock struck five at that moment. Thomas turned towards the sound vaguely."Five already? Huh, time does fly. We have to meet with the cleaning supervisors in an hour. Inspection can take a while so we'd better get started now if we want to finish on time. Shall we begin with the upstairs bedrooms?" He suggested.I nodded and followed after him. Our "inspection" of the rooms was pretty standard. That being said, checking them was nothing short of torture. I actually lost count of how many rooms we went to. Since they were “guest” rooms, their layouts were all pretty similar, but that didn’t stop Thomas from inspecting each one as thoroughly as if it was the first. Bedroom, bathroom, closet, windows, floor. Again and again and again. It felt endless.The living room was a welco
Maybe it was because I’d gotten so used to sleeping next to him or maybe it was because I went to bed early last night, but either way, I woke up very early the next morning. The sun had risen just enough to give some faint light to my room. I thought about trying to sleep for a few more hours, but I knew it was pointless. I was already awake. Might as well get the day started.I sighed and threw off the blankets. I shivered slightly in the cool morning air. The room was silent, empty. Despite this room being smaller than Mr. Weston's, it somehow felt twice as big. The walk to the dresser seemed to take an eternity.As I dug through it, I thought I heard a faint ringing in the distance. I paused. What was that? A phone? Not possible. The only phone in the mansion was the emergency phone, and it only made calls. It didn't receive them. A doorbell? No. In a
My mind was a flurry of incoherent panic. What the hell was Victor thinking?! Even he had to know it would be bad if Thomas caught us together like this."You'd better say something, Anna, or he'll find us," Victor teased, increasing the speed of his thrusts.I wanted to punch him more than anything right now, but he was right. I needed to focus on getting rid of Thomas. I doubted that he’d just come barging in on me, but if I kept quiet too long, it might make him worry enough to check up on me."Ms. Walton?"Sure enough, his voice sounded a little more concerned than the first time he called me. Not-so-surprisingly, I was having a little trouble concentrating on what to s
I know Victor told me to head downstairs before him, but I was a little surprised he wasn’t already waiting for me by the time I got dressed. After all, he just said he had to clean up, right? How long would that really take? A slight blush filled my cheeks as I thought back to that day I walked in on him in the bath. If that was the case, then he might be a while. The ache between my legs seemed to triple at this thought.I shook away the memory and continued downstairs. Thomas had almost finished his breakfast by then. He smiled and stood as he saw me."Ms. Walton, let me be the first to congratulate you," he said cheerfully."Congratulate me? For what?"
I couldn’t stop thinking about Thomas. Something was definitely bothering him, and it wasn’t just the fact that Victor was back. Whatever it was, I wanted to know about it. I wasn’t sure if I’d really be able to do anything to help, but I at least wanted to try.I pushed myself away from the table and stood up. Victor looked at me, concerned. I gave him a reassuring smile."Will you be okay by yourself for a while?" I asked. "I just want to check in with Thomas, see if there are any last things he needs to tell me about the house."He rolled his eyes. "I'm a grown man. I'll be fine by myself for an hour or two. I'll watch a movie or something.""Where is that by
Jack. How could I have not realized it before? That’s what was at the back of my mind all day. That’s what kept making me feel like I was doing something wrong.I’d gotten so swept up in this relationship with Victor that I never once stopped to think about how Jack might feel about this whole thing. Would he really be okay with this? Me having a relationship with one of his personas?And what exactly was I going to do if he wasn’t? Break up with Victor? I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t hurt him like that. More than that,