Chapter 6

Truth to his words, Oliver considered Roselle's concerns and laid it into a contract. They agreed that she was free to go wherever she wants during weekends but she has to come and stay at their villa during nights just in case of an emergency. Pumayag naman ang dalaga at pansamantalang sinara ang kanyang apartment. She decided to just come and clean it during her day-off. She also informed Andrea about it and the latter went berserk but Roselle just shrugged her off.

Everything seems to be fine during her first week of stay in the Mitchell's family villa.

Magkasundo naman sila ni Mrs. Mitchell. They had formed a bond as friends. Roselle missed her mother a lot and being with Oliver's mother made her feel better. She treated her client as her own mother and the latter was also getting fond of her. 

Oliver on the other hand was satisfied with Roselle's performance as his mother's caregiver and therapist. He always caught them laughing and talking which he found refreshing upon going home after being swarmed by the piled of work in the office. He would always find a little time to watch them and see for himself if his mother's condition had improved during her sessions and he was overjoyed. His mother was getting better. In addition to this, he also longed to see the lady even for just a bit of time everyday. He was used to her presence whenever he reached home and it strangely lessened his exhaustion. 

Roselle on the other hand tried to maintain her self control whenever she was around her boss. To be honest, if she would be given a choice she wouldn't like to stay in his house because every time she saw him, she felt odd and uncomfortable within. And whenever he approached her, she could hardly restrain herself from breathing greedily his manly scent that always lingered on her nostrils. Just a sight of him was enough to mess her mind as well as her body. She felt strange.

It was Friday night and the following day was Roselle's first day off.

"Goodnight Mrs. Mitchell…" She mumbled softly as she tucked the older woman into her blankets after falling asleep. It was already 9:00 in the evening but her eyes were about to close. She turned off the light and opened the dimly lit lampshade in the corner before she slowly stormed out from the master's bedroom.

She was yawning when she arrived in her bedroom downstairs but still she took a quick shower to wake herself up and change into her silk pajamas. She didn't want to sleep yet as she had something else to do. She took out her journal and jotted everything she planned during her day-off. Visit her mother's tombstone first thing in the morning, drop by at the grocery store for her food while she cleaned her unit and the last was to savor her day while watching her favorite movie with Andrea until the day ends. By the time she was done jotting down her schedule, it was already 11:00 pm.

She was about to turn off the light but she heard a loud noise from the outside that made her startled. She left her room and stormed out para i-check ang pinagmulan ng ingay. She walked slowly barefooted and found that one of the kitchen lights was turned on. Her orbs suddenly dilated in fear as she thought that the person in the kitchen might be Mrs. Mitchell.

She hastened her steps and directly went to the kitchen without paying attention to her clothes. Her breathing turned erratic in nervousness when she appeared at the door. The person wasn't her client but Oliver. Her boss. He was drinking water from the fridge. A sense of relief washed over her face but then she looked down on herself. It was then that she finally noticed that she was wearing unpresentable clothes.

Roselle bit her lips in shame and slowly turned around. She tiptoed but it seemed that her attempt to hide was too late as the man had noticed her presence.

"Miss Ventura, is there any problem?" Oliver called out inquiringly.

Marahan siyang lumingon habang kagat-kagat ang labi. The surroundings were dark yet she still felt ashamed to face him because of her silky pajamas. Her nipples were apparent as well as her firm curves and she slowly folded her arms to cover her chest area before tilting her body to face him.

"Mr. Mitchell, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to invade your privacy. I just thought that Mrs. Mitchell might have awakened and caused that noise earlier so I went to check it out." She grumbled apologetically. Her eyes lingered at his face down to his neck. She gulped her saliva hard when her eyes caught sight of his three down buttons showing his enormous muscular chest. Her breath hitch and her heart suddenly beat so damned fast.

Oliver slowly walked towards her while secretly hiding his smirk. Napansin niyang nakatitig ito sa kanya and for some reason he was glad that he manage to catch her attention. He was used to catching every woman's attention wherever he goes but Roselle's attention seemed to be different to him. In addition to that, he always looked forward to smelling her unique fragrant whenever she was around him. He loves her scent as he finds it relaxing opposite to Sofia's perfume which was intoxicating.

"Do you need anything?" He asked quietly. Suppressing the urge to lean closer and smell the hell out of her, he chose to shove his hand inside his pockets and took a deep breath. His body was slowly getting stiff as his eyes lingered on her clothes. He could imagine why she was covering her front view when facing him. She wasn't wearing anything inside her silk pajamas and his imagination alone made him aroused.

"Ah, uhm…" She stammered darting her eyes back to his face. She shook her head. "I'm just glad that it wasn't Mrs. Mitchell in the kitchen but you, Sir. Have a goodnight, Mr. Mitchell." Pagkasabi ay tumalikod na siya at naglakad pabalik sa kanyang kwarto. She wasn't aware na namula na pala ang kanyang pisngi. She was blushing hard.

"Ahm, Miss Ventura," Oliver was not having enough of her yet. He refused to let her go and he tried to rack his brain for an excuse to let her stay even for a bit while. "If you don't mind, I wanted to discuss something regarding my mother's condition." He suggested.

Oliver prevents Roselle from getting into her door. She had lowered her arms and was about to reach for her door knob but he stopped her. She tilted her body again to face him. "You mean right now, Mr. Mitchell?" She asked politely, totally oblivious to the guy's intention. She wasn't naive but she failed to understand why her boss wanted to let her stay with him even if it was already late. She just thought that he might be really concerned about his mother's condition at the moment.

"Yes, if you don't mind." He groaned deeply when her chest area finally greeted his view. Her firm breasts were displaying clearly in front of his darkened orbs. His desire suddenly intensified. He was itching to feel them in his palms.

"Ahm, wait a second, Sir. I think I should probably get my clothes changed in a minute." She mumbled and quickly entered her door leaving the guy alone.

Oliver leaned on the wall and waited for her patiently. He couldn't just understand why he was here at Roselle's door trying to cheat with any reason he could think of just to take a little of her time to get closer to her. He was supposed to be in Sofia's reserved hotel room right now unleashing his lust on his girlfriend but he discarded the idea and went home. For some reason, he wanted to prevent it from happening. He didn't feel like doing it with Sofia. Even in her naked form, he wasn't actually aroused. His libido should have messed him up but he was surprised that it turned down quickly. He just found an excuse to go home and tell her that she has to wait until their wedding night. He lied and said that he wanted her to be pure when they accept each other as wife and husband. Sofia didn't find him suspicious and even took it as a loving gesture towards her. If only she knows…

Five minutes passed, lumabas na si Roselle wearing her casual clothes. A shirt that perfectly hugged her curves and a squarepants that effortlessly matched her tank top. Oliver's mind was in a hot mess even more. He was dumbfounded with her intense effect on him. Her smell and her body really made him feel crazy.

"Sorry to take that long, Mr. Mitchell. Please lead the way." She spoke politely. 

Buntong hininga na tinignan ng binata ang dalaga. Nakalugay ang mahabang buhok nito but he like the way it was. "Can we perhaps discuss this over the kitchen counter? I'm kind of hungry." Saad niya rito ng malumanay.

"Oh," Roselle gasped in surprise. "Hindi pa po ba kayo nakapag-dinner, Mr. Mitchell?" Tanong niya rito.

"Unfortunately, yes." He grumbled and slowly guided her towards the kitchen. Truth to be told, he was getting greedy. He wanted to take advantage of her innocence as he thought her to be.

"Ahm, should I wake the cook to make something for you, Sir?" Tanong niya.

"Don't bother. I can serve myself." He grumbled trying to sound nonchalant.

"O-okay."

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Roselle observes her boss ramming on the fridge while sitting on one of the chairs. It's been 10 minutes ang nakalipas but he wasn't able to choose what to get. Natutuyo na ang kanyang lalamunan and she felt thirsty. Tumayo siya mula sa kinauupuan at naglakad papunta nito. She stood beside him and waited until he finally got done.

Oliver smelt her fragrance right closer to him and his desire was getting out of control. He straightened up and was caught off guard when their eyes gradually met. "I'm hungry but I don't think I can find the food that I want inside the fridge." He muttered while staring at her face down to her lips. He swallowed hard.

"Perhaps I can help you with that, Mr. Mitchell if you allow me to?" She mumbled with a slight and nervous smile. Too thirsty for further explanation, she also stared at him and waited to give way but the guy seemed to be taking her words in the wrong way. Natulala na lamang siya when he grabbed her nape and pressed his lips on hers.