LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

One week! I have been Adrian's maid for just a week, and what I can say is, so far, so good. Angel is such a disciplined young girl, and for this one week, she hasn't given me any trouble. There is also not as much work as I had speculated. It's just preparing Angel, taking her to and from school, which is easy because we have a driver, and tidying the house. With a washing machine that took me two days to be able to use, washing is so lenient. Also, especially because we order food from outside. I never get to cook, and I don't know why Adrian doesn't want me to. They have an elegant, modern kitchen with all the utensils, but no cooking is done here. I kind of feel like my passion for cooking will be a waste here. Most of the time, I'm just idle. "Hello!" Adrian's voice startles me, and I stand up from the couch to go grab his backpack. "Hello! Welcome, Sir Adrian." I say as I stretch my hands to take his bag, but he doesn't let me. Right, that skipped my mind again! "How many tim

After our embarrassing situation earlier today with Andy, I wrapped up the cleaning and came to relax on the couch as always, waiting for the lunch delivery.Andy has not come out of the study since. When we finally pulled away—after asking if I was alright and I nodded that I was—he excused himself to go change out of his then-wet clothes, leaving me to dry the floor. Only after I was done and out of that room did I see him go in.It’s now twelve, and I’m already finished with my chores. I find myself thinking about that feeling earlier, when I was on top of him. On top, huh? My mind is becoming so nasty, and I abhor how my body is fascinated by these wildly crazy thoughts.“Are you sure you didn’t get hurt earlier?” Andy’s voice interrupts my thoughts as he settles onto the next couch.“Yes. I am alright, sir. I mean—Andy!”“Okay. Take that stool out of that room immediately. Tidy up only where you can reach. I won’t be there to fetch you next time.”“Okay. I apologize for what occur

Four days have passed since the scolding I received from Adrian, which means it’s Friday. The sun has already set, dusk has taken over, and I am currently desolately seated at our favorite spot in the kitchen, reminiscing about how horrible this week has been. I know I once said my monthly cycle weeks are disastrous, but please—I take that back now. The cold, tight-lipped treatment I’ve received from Adrian these past four days is far worse and has given me no peace.He’s painfully distant. We no longer share coffee. We don’t talk, and when we do, it’s limited to greetings or the occasional question—always about his daughter. To make matters worse, I’ve been relieved of taking Angel to and from school. He now wakes up early to prepare her and drop her off before heading to work. In the evenings, he sends the chauffeur to pick her up and take her straight to his office. I’m left here with almost nothing to do, and the only thing I manage daily is calling home—once—because I honestly don

***I am scouring the dishes when suddenly I felt strong arms draping around my midsection from my back. The familiarity, and perhaps the longing of this feeling, stirs a thousand emotions, making me shiver in their embrace. I turn around to face my armour, my prince charming, my knight in shining armour! His tall figure towers over me, and his dark brown eyes are sparkling with delight at seeing the joy of his heart—me, of course. "Finally, you are here?" I softly say, resting my hands on his chest after drying them with a kitchen towel, my eyes not leaving his. "Did you miss me?" He asks softly as he carefully positions me against his lean composure, his hands caressing my posterior. I stand on the tips of my toes to match his adorable height and wrap my hands around his neck, feeling his warmth and breathing his air. "I missed you so much. So, so much, Andy!" I say, scanning his lips with desire. "I was thinking of you the whole day, my love." I cup his face, caressing it with my

We are perched around our dining table having desserts after a luscious meal that consisted of vegetable rice, chapatis, scorched chicken, and curry stew. I had quite an arduous time preparing all that in under three hours, but I am glad I made it with the great aid of my co-chef, Andy. He roasted the chicken; the only part where he required my assistance was the ingredients to use in the marinade. The rest of the roasting was done without my help. I am also delightfully ecstatic that what occurred in the morning did not get in the way of our interactions. Until now, we have been acting naturally civil. The banquet was mouthwatering, evidently because everybody can't stop complementing it until now, and my friend, Rita, well, she can't stop telling them how good my cooking has been since I was little, and I am starting to feel uncomfortable. She has even confessed to stealing my lunchbox at school once, which I can't believe she did. "Well, that's enough, guys! You are making me unc