Semua Bab Teach me: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Rubbing his temple in hopes of alleviating the throbbing in his head, Simon listened bored to what the black-eyed, brown-haired woman in a blue micro-dress was saying. Her voice was irritating, the crossing and uncrossing of her legs were irritating, and the faces she made were irritating. Everything about that woman annoyed him, but the main thing was that she forced him to waste his precious time interviewing her when it was obvious that she wanted much more than to be his housekeeper. It was evident in the way she smiled, pretended to be modestly pulling down the ultra-tight dress hem to cover her thick thighs— obviously without success— and the way she leaned for any reason, offering Salvatore a beautiful view of her ample breasts.He closed his eyes for a moment after the eighth time she slowly crossed and uncrossed her legs since he began interviewing her. He assumed she had watched Basic Instinct too many times.She was not the first interviewee to blatantly insinuate herself t

The elevator doors opened on the ninth floor, and Simon Salvatore stepped out with a scowl on his face, the stress evident in his strong, hurried steps toward his office. He ignored everyone around him, especially his secretary, Cherry Martins. Not that it mattered; as soon as he passed through the door to his office, Cherry appeared with her agenda open in one hand and a pen in the other. "I thought you weren't coming in today," she commented, pushing a copper-colored strand of hair behind her ear. "You thought wrong," he replied, still feeling the effects of his headache. Not that he was kind to his mother's spy. "Have you hired a housekeeper yet?" He looked at his secretary irritably. "You didn't even bother to interview them before sending them to my apartment, did you?" "The agency I called said they would send the best according to your profile," Cherry defended herself, imagining that his bad mood that time had been due to the candidates. Not that he was kind to her.

"He deserved the idiot of the year trophy. Why the hell did he trust his mother with such a huge responsibility? He should have thought a million times before opening his mouth and asking for her help. No, he should have thought a trillion times or more. If he knew who would be hired, he would have gone with one of the nymphomaniacs he had interviewed."Mom, tell me I'm wrong.""About what, dear?" Mirela wanted to know, holding back her laughter at her son's expression."What do you think?"With a sidelong glance at the young woman with her head bowed in the center of the room, he cursed himself for letting Mirela hire whoever she wanted without seeing who it was first."I should have included that it should be a less... Paulina," he complained, as if the young woman was a standard to be avoided."But what's the problem? She meets all your requests," Mirela retorted, then recalled everything her son had asked for. "Discreet, organized, reliable, and I guarantee she won't try to seduce

Returning to Simon's apartment, determined to do her best until her wedding day, Paulina was in a state of grace. With the certainty of a wonderful future, she rested her head on the pillow, falling into a deep sleep. She was awakened by the sound of something heavy falling and glass shattering.Startled, she got up, adjusted her long cotton nightgown, and left the room. She heard curses being shouted from the living room, immediately identifying Simon's voice.With a mixture of shock and resignation - and no trace of surprise - in the brightness of the room, she saw a stranger struggling to lift Simon off the ground."Let go of me!" Simon yelled, trying to get up without help but failing miserably."What happened?" Paulina asked, worried, as she approached Salvatore, who pushed her away, ordering with a slurred voice: "Get out of here! You're the cause of all this..."The strong smell of alcohol invaded Perez's nostrils, announcing the reason for his state."He drank too much," the s

Humming to herself, Paulina was satisfied with keeping things tidy, which wasn't difficult since Simon wasn't the messy type and the apartment was smaller than her former employer's house.The night before Simon's return, she had explored every room. The decoration in all the rooms was in neutral tones, without many adornments, and somewhat impersonal in her opinion, which matched Salvatore's personality.The living room had a gray U-shaped sofa, where nine people could sit and still have space; a wooden coffee table with a glass top; a rack with two drawers, space to accommodate books and the sound system, DVD, and games, with a panel for the flat-screen TV. In the corner, there was a small bar with two stools.The dining room was smaller, with a wooden table and glass top for ten people.She decided that the kitchen was her favorite room the moment she passed through the sliding door. She was enchanted with the built-in cabinets, equipped with a stove, oven, hood, dishwasher, and a