Jennifer.
“Now what, Jennifer?” Tomas shot me a nervous, angry look, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief.
I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. “Nothing, Tomas. I just have to change my clothes here, that’s all.” I tried to sound casual, but I could feel the tension in the air.
“What? Why? But you have a room for God’s sake, Jennifer! And even your clothes aren’t here!” Tomas raised his eyebrows, clearly annoyed. His voice was rising, and I could sense the impatience radiating from him.
He trailed off, his words laced with irritation. “Besides, I want to take a shower, Jennifer! You’re annoying me like this! And I guess you need a shower too! So we can’t share the same washroom!” Tomas stared at me, narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to read my thoughts.
He licked the corner of his mouth, stepping closer to me, his gaze intense and dangerous. “Or have you gotten used to sharing the washroom with others, Jennifer?” he asked pointedly.
“Actually, yes, Mr. Tomas! I used to share the washroom with others!” I replied sharply, my anger bubbling to the surface.
“What do you mean by this, Jennifer?! But you said you’re still a virgin!” Tomas moved a few steps closer, invading my personal space as I stood next to the door of the room, feeling trapped.
“I was poor, Mr. Tomas! That’s why I shared the washroom with other children! That’s all! Now please, I’m not interested in you, Mr. Tomas! I’m doing this because it’s my job, and you asked me to act like your fiancee, that’s all!” I told him firmly, then walked into the room, deliberately passing him and ignoring his piercing gaze.
“Now, Mr. Tomas, please call the maids. I want them to go to my closet and get some clothes for me. Your ex, Maya, is downstairs, and she thinks that we don’t live together, so we have to convince her that we’re sharing the same room and the same bed too. Could you please call the maids? Ring your private bell for them to come over here now!” I informed him, turning my back and crossing my arms across my chest, staring out the window.
“Okay, Jennifer, I will ring the bell and go take my shower. You tell them what you want! I guess even the maids, servants, and guards think you’re my fiancee now,” Tomas told me with a hint of sarcasm.
“Oh yes. They think we’re not faking all of this!” I murmured under my breath.
He approached me, pulling my arms gently, turning my body to face him. His eyes bore into mine. “Jennifer, why are you doing this?” Tomas asked, his tone softening slightly.
“What do you mean, Mr. Tomas?! Do you mean why I’m helping you with this? It’s my job, Mr. Tomas, remember!” I raised my eyebrows, trying to maintain my composure.
“For money, Jennifer?! All this for money?!” he exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
I slammed his hands away, feeling a surge of defiance as I walked to the bed and sat on the edge. “Oh, Mr. Tomas! You fired me from my job and then you hired me again! You pull me around all the time! No, Mr. Not only for the money! But I need to live too,” I told him, looking down at the floor and my legs, trying to ground myself.
“What do you mean? I don’t understand your weird words, Jennifer!” he retorted, confusion written all over his face.
“I’m straightforward, Mr. Tomas! You’re the one who uses curvy ways, not me!” I narrowed my eyes defiantly.
Tomas huffed, “Oh yes! One more time, I’m the bad guy!” He spun around, exasperated. “Do you know, Jennifer, I’m not interested in you either. You’re not the kind of woman I prefer!” He said this with a finality that stung.
I smirked, crossing my arms. “Okay, Mr. Tomas! I’m not going to go through this conversation again. Now please, go take your shower! I want to take mine after you, please!” I told him, trying to divert the subject and regain some control.
He widened his eyes in disbelief. “Oh great, Jennifer! Then I guess you’re working for me! So take your shower first, and I will choose what you wear! I’m the boss, right?!” Tomas said with a playful grin.
I narrowed my eyes, feeling a challenge rising within me. I stood up and moved closer to him, staring him down as I chuckled softly. “Oh great, Mr. Boss, then please do this! Because I don’t want to make any effort! This kind of dummy doll makes me nervous!” I laughed competitively as I walked past him towards his washroom.
He swiftly blocked my path, pushing me gently against the wall, his eyes wide with indignation. “Dummy dolls?! Do you really think this is the kind of woman I prefer, Jennifer?!” he asked, his voice low and intense.
I could feel his warm breath on my face, the air in the room heating up with tension. I looked directly into his eyes. “What, Tomas?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“You are making me mad, Jennifer! You know that!” he muttered, frustration clear in his tone.
“I’m not a superficial person like you think!” Tomas shot back, attempting to regain control over the conversation.
I laughed, showing my teeth. “Oh right, Mr. Tomas, I can see that clearly. I think that’s why all your ex-girlfriends look like perfect idols! They’re rich too, very sexy, beautiful, and elegant!” I scoffed, making fun of his earlier words.
Then I pushed him away playfully. “Please, Mr. Tomas! Don’t make jokes with me, I don’t care! Actually, I’m just working for you, so I can’t judge you or-” I was about to continue, but he cut me off.
“Yes! You are working for me! You can’t say your opinion! Take your sick mind with you to the shower and brush it!” he smirked, clearly enjoying our back-and-forth.
I huffed, “Yes, I will, Mr. Tomas-” I smiled at him, a fake one, before walking toward the washroom. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me with my leg, feeling a rush of adrenaline.
I quickly took off all my clothes, feeling nervous, and took a fast shower-but then I realized something crucial: there were no towels in the washroom, except his towel. I can’t use his towel. And the maid didn’t come with my clothes yet.
So I called out for him, “Mr. Tomas! Tomas!” But he didn’t answer.
‘Oh my God, what am I going to do now? I can’t get out naked! Maybe he just left the room to me! Or maybe he’s watching TV, so he can’t hear me! Oh yes, or maybe he’s deaf or something!’ I murmured to myself in frustration.
With no other option, I reluctantly grabbed his towel, covering my body with it. I could smell his scent lingering on the fabric! But this towel is so short, for God’s sake! It’s only big enough for the bottom of my body or my face! This can’t cover all my body parts! I whispered in my mind, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
He’s so selfish and rude! He keeps ignoring me! What should I do now? I asked myself, feeling the pressure mounting.
After taking a long breath, I made the decision to get out of the washroom, even if it meant exposing myself. I opened the door slowly, peeking my head out to see if Tomas was there or if he had left.
I just need to find something to cover myself with or search for a towel or even a robe!
Rolling my eyes, I scanned the room for him. Oh, thank God, he left!
But he’s still awful! How could he leave without telling the maids to get me a towel and my clothes? I wondered, feeling a mix of anger and humiliation.
As I stepped into the middle of the room, suddenly the door swung open!
“Oh my God! Why didn’t you knock?!” I exclaimed, my heart racing as I saw Tomas standing there, glued to the spot and staring at me in shock.
I jumped onto the bed, covering my body with the blanket, blushing fiercely, but not because I was shy; I was just angry, that’s all.
“Well, I guess, Miss Jennifer, this is my room! Or do I need to remind you?” Tomas said, stepping closer and handing me my clothes.
I looked at his hands holding my clothes, bewildered. “What?!”
“What, Jennifer? I called the maids to make Maya change her place and sit in the dining room. I walked to your room to choose a dress for you!” he informed me, a hint of pride in his voice.
I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. “Well, thank you, Mr. But could you please leave now? I want to put some clothes on,” I told him, my voice firm.
He walked over to the couch, facing the bed, and sat down, crossing his legs and resting them on the table, looking at me with amusement.
“Well, Jennifer! I guess you don’t have another option! You don’t have a choice! You have to wear your clothes here, and I can’t risk it one more time and get out of the room!” Tomas said, a playful smile on his face as if he was enjoying this.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Oh well! Then you can go take your shower and close the door behind you to give me some space to wear my clothes! Don’t you think so, Mr.?” I warned him, trying to sound authoritative.
He laughed, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Oh yes! But I guess you didn’t notice that I’m wearing my suit, Jennifer! I guess the shock distracted you!” Tomas told me, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise.
I glanced at him, realization dawning. “Dammit! Yes! That’s true!” I exclaimed, noticing he was already dressed and ready to go. I whispered in my mind, feeling a mix of annoyance and urgency.
“So Mr. Tomas! Give me your back, please! Close your eyes! Do something! I really hate this!” I almost shouted, feeling the frustration bubbling over.
“You are so crazy, Jennifer! Ugly too! I don’t like you at all!” Tomas mumbled, but I could see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
“Your words satisfy me, Mr. Tomas, thank you!” I replied teasingly, then stood up, feeling bold as I turned my back to him, quickly putting on my bra and underwear-g-string, actually-before slipping into my red sexy dress.
He looked completely surprised and shocked, his jaw dropping as he stared at me wide-eyed.
“Now, Mr. Tomas, I’m ready. Let’s go; the guests are waiting for us downstairs,” I laughed, pointing at him to indicate he should exit the room.
He cleared his throat, still looking a bit dazed. “Okay, Jennifer-” he managed to say.
Then he stood up and held my hand, walking next to me. I stopped him, pulling him closer to me.
“What else, Jennifer?” he asked in a sweet voice, still trying to comprehend the situation.
I leaned in and kissed his cheek, leaving a mark of my lip gloss. “Now that’s perfect! She will think that we made love, and that’s the reason we’re late!” I informed Tomas with a mischievous smile.
He narrowed his eyes, grinning as he opened the door. “Oh yes, that’s nice, Jennifer,” he told me, his tone playful.
I laughed softly, knowing I was pushing his buttons. I whispered to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Then he opened the door wider, and we walked downstairs together, ready to face Maya.