SarahThe next day, I decided to explore Vincent's mansion a bit. It is supposed to be my home now, too, after all.I ran into a woman dusting the shelves, so that became my first stop."Hi!" I chirp.The woman turns around and smiles. "Hello, Mrs. Sterling. I am Jennifer.""Yuck, don't call me Mrs. Sterling. My name is Sarah. Keep that Satan Spawn's name off of me," I say and make a face.Jennifer laughs. "Satan Spawn? Are you talking about Vincent? Oh, come on, he is not that bad.""Not bad? Give me a break. I've been in this house for one day and a half, and I already want to throw myself out of the window. But enough about me. What do you do here, Jennifer?" I ask."A little bit of everything. I have been with the Sterling family for a long time, so Vincent's father sent me here to work after he decided to move out," Jennifer says."Ah, so are you like a Butler?" I ask.Jennifer smiles. "Something like that. And now I am in charge of taking care of you. If you ever need anything,

SarahI slowly turn around, planning to tiptoe out of here. I feel like I heard something I shouldn't have, even though I barely heard anything."Who is out there?"I halt. How can he know through the closed door? It is made of thick wood!I take two more steps, contemplating if I should run."Sarah?"Dammit...how does he know!?"Get in here, NOW!" he demands.I find myself slowly turning around as I don't have the guts to defy his commanding tone. I creak open the door and step into his study.Vincent's piercing gaze bore into me as he demands, "What were you up to out there, Sarah?"My heart skips a beat as I bite my lower lip, unable to look away from his piercing stare. And wait, when did he start wearing glasses? Suddenly, my asshole husband looks more like a hot and irresistible professor."Sarah?" he repeats, his voice firm.I blink, snapping back to reality. "Oh, I, um, I was just meditating.""Meditating...outside my study?" Vincent asks and gives me a blank stare."Yes. The

Sarah"Where would you like me to plant the sunflowers, Miss?" Jose asks me."Oh, how about planting the sunflowers near the edge of the garden, close to the veranda? I think they'll look lovely there," I chirp.Jose nods, a warm smile on his face. "Certainly, Miss. I will purchase the seeds today.""Oh, I am so excited! Do you mind if I plant them myself?" I ask.Jose's smile widens, and he nods in agreement. "Of course. You can do whatever you like and it would be my pleasure to help you with the planting when needed."Excitement bubbles inside me as I think about the prospect of planting the sunflowers myself."Thank you, Jose! I think it'll be a fun little project for us," I say with enthusiasm.Jose bows slightly. "I look forward to it, Miss. Sunflowers are a wonderful addition to any garden, and I'm sure they will thrive under your care.""By the way, is it just me, or has Nathan been standing there and staring at us the whole time?" I whisper.Jose glances discreetly in Nathan'

VincentA smirk plays on my lips as I watch her squirm under my gaze. She remains frozen in bed, her cheeks flushed and her breaths coming out in sharp gasps. It's a thrill to know that I can elicit such a reaction from her.I sit down on the edge of the bed, savoring the power I have over her. Her eyes never leave me as I position myself on the couch next to her bed. I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she wants me.As our eyes stay locked, I whisper, "You wouldn't want your fantasies to go unfulfilled now, would you?"She bites her lip and shakes her head, unable to deny the desire written all over her face. But then she adds quickly, "I don't even know what to do."My hand slowly moves towards my shirt buttons, teasingly undoing them one by one until my bare chest is exposed. I lean back on the couch, with my legs spread just like the character in her steamy novel."Do you still not want to try?" I ask with a seductive smile, confident that she won't be able to resist any l

Sarah I wait until the coast is clear. Vincent has been gone for hours now, and when I asked Jennifer about it, she confirmed that he wasn't coming home until midnight. Now is my chance to snoop! I tiptoe to the study, my heart beating fast. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but the curiosity is killing me. I frantically search his huge desk, finding nothing. His files are in order. He seems like a neat freak and I am not surprised. Most sociopaths are, according to all the movies I watched. "If I was Vincent, where would I hide a key?" I say aloud to the empty room. My eyes scan the immaculate surface of Vincent's desk, frustration building as I find nothing out of the ordinary. Just as I'm about to give up, my fingers brush against a slightly raised edge. Intrigued, I press on it, and to my surprise, a hidden drawer smoothly slides open. Holy shit! This is so cool! Did he steal this desk from the movie set of Sherlock Holmes? My breath catches in my throat as I glimpse its co