All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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A DANGEROUS WARNING

For one terrifying moment, I couldn’t breathe. I was as still as a rock.Pamela stood at the kitchen entrance like a statue, her perfectly manicured fingers folded neatly across her chest. There was no screaming, no crying, and no dramatic outburst.And somehow…That frightened me even more.The silence stretched unbearably.Jason was the first to move. He slowly took another step away from me until there was a respectable distance between us.I immediately lowered my gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.Nothing had happened, absolutely nothing.Yet somehow… It looked like everything had.Pamela’s eyes never left us.“So…” she repeated softly. “I’ll ask one more time.”Her voice remained dangerously calm.“What exactly was that?”Jason answered before I could open my mouth.“Clare slipped and I caught her. That’s all.”Pamela tilted her head slightly.“That’s all?”“Yes.”She laughed a quiet laugh. One that sent chills down my spine.“I don’t think that’s all.”Jason frowned. “It

AN UNWANTED INVITATION

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Pamela’s face.“If I ever catch you alone with Jason again… it’ll be over for you.”The words echoed in my head over and over until they found their way into my dreams.By the time morning finally arrived, I felt exhausted.Max stirred beside my bed, letting out a soft whine before nudging my hand with his nose.I smiled weakly. “Morning, buddy.”His tail immediately began wagging.At least someone was happy to see me.I stretched before climbing out of bed.As Max followed me into the hallway, I made a decision.For the rest of my stay at the Wilberg mansion, I was going to avoid Jason Wilberg as much as humanly possible.No unnecessary conversations, no accidental moments, no giving Pamela any reason to think I was after her boyfriend.I only had a little over a week left.I could do this.After washing up, I headed downstairs with Max. The mansion was as spotless as ever.The cleaning lady had clearly come and gone before sunrise.

AN OLIVE BRANCH

The drive to the veterinary clinic was surprisingly quiet.Jason kept both hands on the steering wheel as his sleek black Porsche glided effortlessly through the streets.Max occupied the back seat, his head hanging happily out of the slightly lowered window, his tongue lolling out as the wind ruffled his golden fur.I couldn’t help smiling. “I think he’s enjoying this more than both of us.”Jason glanced at the rearview mirror.“He loves car rides.”Max barked as though agreeing with us.A soft chuckle escaped Jason’s lips.I looked out of the window to hide my smile.It was strange. Whenever Pamela wasn’t around, Jason seemed… different.Not exactly friendly, but calmer and less defensive.The silence between us no longer felt awkward. Instead, it felt peaceful.Within twenty minutes, we pulled into the parking lot of one of the city’s largest veterinary clinics.The building looked modern, with large glass windows and beautifully landscaped flowers decorating the entrance.Jason pa

THE MASK SLIPS

The evening air was cool as I stepped into the Wilberg family’s garden.Soft lights wrapped around the hedges, casting a warm glow over the neatly trimmed flowers. In the center of the garden sat a small round table covered with a white cloth.Pamela was already there.She looked up and smiled brightly the moment she saw me.“You came.”“I said I would.” I smiled.She gestured toward the empty chair opposite her.“Sit.”I hesitated for only a second before taking my seat.The table had been arranged beautifully. A plate of freshly baked cupcakes sat in the middle beside a glass jug filled with orange juice.“I made these myself,” Pamela said proudly.“They look nice.” I said pleasantly.“I hope they taste nice too.”She poured two glasses of juice before sliding one toward me.“Thank you.”Before either of us could say another word, footsteps approached across the stone pathway.It was Jason.He had changed into a casual black T-shirt and dark jeans.His car keys dangled from one fing

A night to remember

The moment I stepped back into the mansion, I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The cheerful laughter from the garden was gone, replaced by an unsettling silence that seemed to follow me through the hallways. I closed the glass door gently behind me and leaned against it for a moment. What on earth had just happened? When Pamela invited me to the garden, I had genuinely believed she wanted to make peace. She had apologized over lunch. She had smiled at me. She had even baked cupcakes. Now I realized every bit of it had been an act. I rubbed my temples as I climbed the staircase toward my room. “I should have trusted my instincts,” I muttered. Max looked up from where he had been lying outside my bedroom door. The moment he saw me, his tail began wagging furiously. “At least you’re honest.” I smiled. He padded after me as I entered the room. I locked the door behind us. It wasn’t that I believed Pamela would come looking for me, but after that strange co

A gift with strings

The next morning, I woke up feeling unusually warm.For a few seconds, I lay still, wondering why my blanket felt so much heavier than usual.Then I looked down and saw Jason’s hoodie.At some point during the night, I’d curled up in it and completely forgotten to take it off.Heat rushed to my cheeks.“Oh no…”I quickly sat up, smoothing the sleeves with my hands.The faint scent of his cologne still lingered on the fabric.I buried my face in the hood for the briefest second before immediately pulling away.“What are you doing, Clare?” I muttered to myself.Max, who had been sleeping on the rug, lifted his head lazily before wagging his tail.“Don’t look at me like that.” I laughed.He barked once.“You didn’t see anything.”Laughing despite myself, I carefully folded the hoodie.I’d return it this morning before Jason noticed I’d accidentally slept in it.After getting dressed, I carried the neatly folded hoodie downstairs.The mansion was as immaculate as always. The cleaning lady

The invitation

I stood frozen in the dining room, the anonymous note still clutched tightly in my hand.DONT TRUST PAMELA just five simple words, five words that somehow made the room feel colder.Pamela was the first to recover.She laughed.It wasn’t a nervous laugh or an embarrassed one.It was the kind of laugh that suggested the whole Mr Wilberg gifting me was weird.“Oh, please,” she scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “Someone clearly has too much time on their hands. Clare has been earning affections recently.”Jason took the note from me and read it again.His expression remained unreadable.“I don’t think my dad is just gifting her Pamela, he’s appreciating her.”Pamela rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t understand.”She stood from her chair and walked closer to him.“It’s nice of him though.”Jason looked up from the paper.“Maybe.”“No ‘maybe’ about it.” She gestured toward the gift box. “Your parents sent Clare a present. Isn’t entertaining?”I shifted awkwardly.“I really d

Dressed for the night

I glanced at the digital clock on my bedside table for what felt like the tenth time.7:42 p.m.My stomach fluttered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.I’d never been on a girls’ night out before.Hilda and I usually considered watching movies in our tiny apartment with homemade popcorn and a perfect evening. Fancy restaurants, expensive cafés, and glamorous outings belonged to people like Pamela and not people like me.Max lay sprawled across the rug, lazily watching me pace around my room.“You think I’m overthinking this, don’t you?”He responded by wagging his tail.“I knew you’d say that.” I laughed softly before turning back to the mirror.After rummaging through the few clothes I’d brought with me, I’d settled on a clean white button-up shirt tucked neatly into a pair of black trousers.It was simple, comfortable, and presentable. Or at least, I hoped so.I carefully buttoned the last button before smoothing imaginary wrinkles from the fabric.“Please don’t let me em

An evening by the sea

The cool evening breeze greeted us the moment we stepped outside the Wilberg mansion.I smoothed down the cream-colored dress nervously as Pamela led me toward the garage.“I still can’t believe you managed to make me look like this,” I admitted with a shy laugh.Pamela smiled without looking back.“I told you. You just needed the right outfit.”The garage door slowly rolled upward.My footsteps came to an abrupt stop.“Oh…” I gasped.Rows of luxury cars sat beneath bright ceiling lights, polished until they gleamed like works of art.I recognized a few from television, but one immediately stole my attention.A sleek black Lamborghini rested near the center of the garage, its sharp lines reflecting the lights above.For a few seconds, I completely forgot to breathe.Pamela noticed my expression and laughed.“You’ve never seen one up close?”I slowly shook my head. “I’ve only seen pictures.”She walked confidently toward the sports car and pressed a button on the key fob.The headlight

A morning call

Something soft brushed against my cheek. Then came another gentle nudge.I frowned, burying my face deeper into the pillow.“Five more minutes,” I mumbled sleepily.A wet tongue dragged across my face.“Eww!” My eyes flew open.Max stood beside the bed, his tail wagging furiously as though he’d just accomplished the greatest mission of his life.I groaned dramatically. “You are impossible.”He barked once. I glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table.Barely eight o’clock.“You’ve got to be kidding me.”He gave another bark, and I sighed.“Fine. You win.”Slowly, I pushed myself out of bed. My body still felt heavy from the previous night’s outing.I’d never imagined that a few glasses of wine could leave someone feeling so sluggish.“I am never drinking that much again,” I muttered, stretching my aching arms.Max barked as though reminding me why he’d woken me.“I know. You’re hungry and apparently, your stomach waits for no one.”Still rubbing my sleepy eyes, I shuffled into

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