Chapter 4: White Clover

All of a sudden the knocking became louder.

"Calhoun, darling, open up, it's so unfair that I came all the way here to spend time my holiday and you're ignoring me" She ranted as she continued banging on the door.

Finally Calhoun pulled out at the time he released into the condom.

  I laid tired, on the bed while I panted, trying to catch my breath.

I wish I didn't do this to my stepsister, this would not be fair to her...

Anyways, the deed has already been done and there was no going back now.

The moment I heard water running in the bathroom I was convinced he wouldn't be opening that door to any one anytime soon.

A while later the knocking and rambling subsided as sounds of retreating steps slowly faded.

And then it occurred to me that she mentioned she would be spending her holiday with him.

That means she would be.. staying longer.

I heaved a sigh, that same moment Calhoun came out of the bathroom wearing robes as he used the small towel to dry his hair.

 Right now he looked hot and I felt satisfied that finally have the opportunity to ogle at him.

His well packed abs, that strong muscular...

"You can quit staring" He teased as he caught me drooling as I gazed at him.

Right now he stood before a total floor to ceiling wall of mirror that had a spacious walk-in closet in between.

I still wonder why someone will pick a mirror for a particular wall in his room.

Although the glass was breakable proof, still it was something I would never have imagined.

What if there was a secret adjoining room?.

The bed was situated in front of the mirror wall, that was how he caught me staring.

Imagine waking up and the face thing you see is your reflection.

   I guess he's the narcissistic type...

"Go freshen up, it's almost time for dinner" He mentioned casually to which I dashed out of bed with speed and ran Into the bathroom.

Instead of using his bathtub I got into the shower section and tapped on a button to activate a particular shower.

I rested my head on the smooth wall as the shower poured on me.

Thinking about the intimate moments, I hugged my belly, smiling like a child who was given ice cream.

Few minutes later I turned off the shower and grabbed one of the towers on the side hanger and wiped my body gently before wrapping it around me to leave the bath.

Seeing no one in the bedroom I assumed he was out.

Noticing the door to the patio, opened I peeked out to see him standing, still wearing that silk robe as he smoked.

I wore back my clothes without haste and as I stared at myself in the mirror my expression stiffen.

This uniform reminded me I was just an ordinary maid and there was really nothing special about me at.

I frowned, noticing the hickeys on on my neck, ears and arm.

This maid tea length gown had a square neckline with mini sleeves.

The hickeys were vividly visible and this outfit did well to expose it.

"Mr Hanson you've put me in a tight situation" I told, standing at the door of the patio.

"This love bites-"

"Love bites? " He coldly interjected to which I was taken aback.

The gentleness he showed me was all in my head?

"Yes... "

"Call it whatever you see fit I don't care, you may leave my room now" He deadpanned as he puffed out a cloud of smoke, elegantly.

Those dry words hurt me, I gritted as I glared at his back that was now turned on me. 

Fine.. he only wants me to warm his bed.. alright I can do that!

Just that!

My jaw clenched as my chest tighten, I part of me wanted to tell him how much I was in love with him but in the end I mustered courage to quietly leave his room.

Sauntering in a corridor my ear picked up a familiar voice from another corridor, it was Patricia!

   Patricia's voice echoed as she spoke to someone, a maid, probably.

"I asked for black coffee, are you deaf?" I heard her shade the other person.

From the way she spoke I could tell she was in a fowl mood.

As she drew nearer from the other corridor, I looked around to find a place to hide.

The last thing I want is for her to have wrong ideas about me and start spreading ill rumors.

"Oh there you are, Clover!" 

A voice came from behind.

Turning around my eyes met Simon, the butler, a young man in his thirties, he was the cheerful and playful type, although we were not close I considered him the only nice friend I have in this estate.

As Patricia footsteps got louder I knew she was about to make a turn and so I cupped Simon face the moment he came to me and kissed his lips, catching him off guard.

Even I was nervous since I had kissed him without a second thought.

"What is the meaning of this!! " Patricia sneered, her footsteps halting a moment after.

"Please play along" I whispered into Simon ear to which he blinked subtly in agreement.

"Pattie, are you just coming? Welcome " I forced a smile.

"Why were you two kissing..." She asked, squinting her eyes suspiciously.

I kept quiet as I lowered my eyes subtly so her mind could wonder.

If there was one thing I knew about Patricia it was that she had trust issues.

For a reason, she has never seen me with a man and I've never told her I have a boyfriend it would only cause an alarm if she saw me with this random hickeys.

She would either speculate I was sleeping around or I was seducing with her fiance.

Kissing Simon was a stunt I had to pull to avoid a future catastrophes.

I noticed as her expression went from being completely flabbergasted to that of scorn.

"This is new...'White Clover' has now been tinted"