Baby

There’s nothing about wanting to live freely. There’s nothing wrong with shutting the world, to forget everything, and just live. That’s what my life was, barely worries at all. I was lucky that I got two hard-working parents that gave me everything I needed or wanted. I was lucky I got a good childhood. I never worried about the little things. Life was simpler back then. No work, no school money, not worrying about my future. I didn’t know my priorities or even know which college I had to apply to. No one told me I had to stop being a child one day and suddenly become an adult. And yet here I am running towards another part-time job, to keep my tuition, my rent, and food money. I’m busting my ass at nineteen to keep my life afloat. I’m the child of both retired parents that can’t afford to play college with their only daughter, so now I have to fend for myself. I have to work and study at the same time hoping I can someday pay back my student loan, with a minimum wa

"So he let you into his private office?" "And gave me a computer to use." Her eyes expanded; they looked like mine for a small moment. I envied how exotic she looked, nothing like my pale complexion and regular straight frame. She was voluptuous where I was similar to a wall. "Was he as hot as he looks on here?" She had been staring at his pictures as we walked side by side. "Worse. I could hardly breathe," I fanned myself, exaggerating the impact. No, I felt short, even expressing how I first felt as my eyes fell on him. She made me tell her a second time, each word we exchanged, even the ones inside my head. "You're so damn lucky. I hate you." I was shoved to the side as her she puffed her cheeks. I knew she was playing, but I would be a little jealous of my best friend had the opportunity I was having. Living rent-less in a beautiful two-story mansion, a hell of a paycheck, and the hot boss. A very hot boss. "I just used it once. I bought m

"What I wanted to talk about is this," he started showing me a two-page document with instructions. We sat at the small table in the kitchen area with a jug of fresh-pressed juice between us and Lin's presence in the background. For some reason, he had asked her to stay with the promise of dropping her home.  I sat straight as a board, listening to the words coming out of his mouth. It was simple, I was to live in the house and also work while I lived there. Some kind of assistant with a list of chores, supervising, and so on. My pay would be raised. I was mute, listening to all this. Fetching mail, dry cleaning, and keeping the house running like it had been since day one. It wasn't much to it. The staff already knew what to do. I just had to report any issue with Westbrook's office assistant, no longer Jameson. No, he had escalated higher and was now seated behind some desk doing actual work. He was proud of himself. I'd be t

"So your new boss called you out on a little party." " I was with Lin's cousin's mom." I hated when she did that. She likes to tease me about the bad things that happened to me. Here I am, finally able to spend a weekend with my parents, and all they do is mock and tease me about the things I want to tell them about. "He was out of line mom, I was just having fun and it was the weekend. You know I don't drink that much." "Oh, honey I know that," she continued folding the freshly dried clothes that were spilled on the bed while talking to me. "I think is decent of him to take care and worry about you." "Really?" Her laugh made me want to punch babies. "Maybe he was a little bit too harsh." "A little?"  How about a lot. "Oh honey let it go, I trust you and your dad trust you." I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. She was right. I was ruining my visits thinking about what he said. Fo

He stayed, he stayed in the city, I mean. I still did the errands, but they were fewer and fewer, and I was starting to get bored and felt trapped inside the massive home. I also saw Jameson come into the house while is stood at the door. I gave him the evil eye, and he knew why. Lin had been frantic and blue with questions about his whereabouts. Jameson had stopped returning calls and texts, no more visits, and definitely no more kisses. She was broken-hearted and had stayed away from me to mend her feelings, which left me all alone, well, the grumpy man in the study and me. If it weren't for Mr. Westbrook, I would have spoken my mind and some more. I wanted to know what sort of excuse he had come up with. In the meantime, I waited by the front door scratching the ears of the small mutt my boss kept.  "Kirby, what a surprise?" I heard the dark voice and stood up slowly, careful enough to keep my skirt in place and not