Bethany’s POVWhen he insisted that I worked for him instead of Dale, I just stared at Jacob Summers. Yes, he looked great but his disposition was not great at all! At that moment, I wished I didn’t have a one night stand with him in the past!“Are you going to throw me out on the street?” I inquired but at the same time, I wanted to attack his morality. However, I couldn’t do it, so I just pursed my lips and waited for his response. “It doesn’t concern me at all,” he finally said. “I heard you earlier. You argued with my beta as if he was your equal, wench. You are nothing but a rogue and a maid in this house!”As soon as I figured out he was damn serious, I immediately knelt before him. "I will do everything you ask of me; just let me stay here for the time being." I needed to earn a great amount for my daughter, and I couldn’t risk losing my lifeline! I was positive that a month or two would help in improving my finances.“Everything?” He asked in a more menacing tone.I knew he w

No matter how much I tried to stop thinking about it, I couldn’t. It kept on flashing back into my mind, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get it out of my head. An expletive curse escaped from my mouth while scolding myself. Jacob Summers may possess the most beautiful body in the entire universe but he was a walking red flag. Therefore, I should be careful around him.While lying in my bed, I wished I have some friends with whom I could be completely honest. Then, I forced myself to sleep, but a loud sigh escaped from my lips when I closed my eyes. However, I recalled that I should set the alarm clock first.I tossed and turned on my bed because sleep remained elusive after several attempts. I decided to get up, opened the drapes of the windows and looked outside. The night was dark, and there was no sign of the moon showing up in the sky anytime soon. However, while it was a dark night, the number of stars twinkling above was a beautiful thing to watch. I have been st

Several hours have passed since we got home from the hospital, and I kept on glaring at Jacob. He knew he was allergic to the chocolate cake, but he went on eating the entire damn thing just to make me feel guilty. I couldn’t read what was inside his head, but I could tell there were a lot of nasty things inside it. What happened to him? Every single day, he became worse, and as time passed by, the memory with him during that night, when he used to be gentle and kind to me, faded slowly.Late in the afternoon, Pedro came by and he invited me for a coffee break. He said there was a small coffee shop about two blocks away from our homes. I agreed, but I had to return to the house to change my outfit. A few minutes later, I was ready to go, but I found Jacob leisurely lounging in the living room, and as soon as he saw me, he immediately frowned.“Where do you think you’re going?” He inquired.“Pedro invited me for a coffee break,” I replied.“Did you ask for my permission to go out?”“I

Jacob made the decision to be rude to me, and I was baffled as to why he felt it necessary to go to such great lengths to aggravate me. Since he treated me in all honesty as his slave, I had no right to complain. I didn't question it; I just obeyed his order and went with the flow.I did the cleaning while Jacob ate his meal, and by the time I was done, it was almost time for me to start preparing his supper. Despite the fact that I was completely spent, I couldn't suppress the excitement that I felt. He promised I could have a day off, and I planned to spend it with my daughter.One evening, my insatiable appetite for knowledge won out, and I made up my mind to investigate the location where Jacob kept his mistresses. Because the glass door was left open, I was able to hear the women in the room perfectly as they discussed various beauty tips and techniques. Suddenly, one of the girls got to her feet and made preparations to leave. Her peers cheered for her as though she were competi

When I heard his command to massage my legs, I immediately narrowed my eyes at him. He also glared, and he didn’t like my defiance. I wanted to suggest he could call for home service from a professional masseuse, but the thought of another woman touching him didn’t sit well with me.I wasn't sure why I became obedient when he ordered me to massage his legs; perhaps I just felt bad for him, or I was slowly attracted to him. On the other hand, he was obviously tired, so I figured it was the least I could do. I massaged him for thirty minutes, pressing his muscles at all times. All I could hear were his groans. Was he even moaning? I wasn't sure, but one thing was certain: he was pleased with my services. He had no idea my father used to ask me to massage his tired legs after a long day of meeting with his council."Are you feeling better now?" Before I stopped doing it, I asked him."Yes, please go on,” he told me.I continued to massage his legs but after thirty minutes, I drained all