When he ordered me to massage his legs, I wasn’t sure why I became obedient, or maybe I just felt bad for him. But, on the other hand, he was genuinely tired, so I believed it was the least I could do for him.
I massaged him for thirty minutes, and during those times, I was pressing his muscles. All I could hear from him was his groans. Or did he even moan? I wasn’t sure, though, but one thing was sure, he was contented with my service. He had no idea that my father used to ask me to massage his tired legs from working all day.
“Do you feel better now?” I asked him before I stopped doing it.
“Yes, thank you.”
For the first time, I heard him say the magic words, and my heart was fluttered. “I’m hungry, so we should eat now,” I said, but at the same time, I wished he didn’t notice that it was a command.
“Sure. Go ahead and set the table,” he said.
I observed him eat for the first time, and I realized that something wasn’t quite right with me. What’s appealing about someone who was only eating for the sake of eating? I asked myself this question several times but couldn’t come up with an answer.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
I couldn’t eat because my eyes were fixed on him. “I am,” I said as I began to chew on the chicken leg. It’s crispy and juicy all at once, and the spiciness was to die for. “If it’s okay with you, could you tell me about your job?”
Dominic looked at me as though he was debating whether or not to tell me the truth. Then, finally, he replied, then, finally, an engineer.”
“I’m curious about your current job.” I’d like to know as little as possible about him!
He responded, “I’m jobless right now.”
I was agitated by the fact that he had been lying all this time, so I set down the chicken and stared at him. “You lied to me about going to work,” I told him and glared at the man who dared to lie at me. “Have you been lying about going to work all these days? “Why?”
His dishonesty irritated me, and I felt like I had been living a lie for several weeks. “What’s the big deal? Just eat,” he said, continuing to eat as though the fact that he lied wasn’t a big deal.
Okay, if he wanted me to be quiet, I’d be quiet. So I didn’t speak to him during the meal, preferring to concentrate on my food. Then someone knocked on the door, and I dashed to open it.
“Good evening,” he greeted me, and my eyes widened when I recognized him as the man who visited a few weeks ago.
“Hello,” I returned his greeting. I turned around to glance at Dominic, who was standing behind me,
“Meet my friend, Keith. Keith, this is Marian, my staff.”
When he introduced me as his staff, Keith arched his eyebrow as if questioning the authenticity of Dominic’s claim. I smiled at Keith and didn’t say another word.
“I’m just dropping by to check on this little chit here. When are you coming home? Your mother has been looking for you,” Keith said.
“Soon,” Dominic replied.
“I don’t understand why you’re sulking here alone just because your parents arranged your marriage to someone ugly.”
Wait, Dominic’s engaged? I wanted to join in their conversation because I’d like to inform Keith that his friend was never alone in his home. He kept several mistresses who are willing to service him with their body, anytime and anywhere.
I was so annoyed that he’s engaged with someone else, and yet, he’s fucking with his mistresses every night! I felt bad for his fiancée!
“Did he treat you well, Miss beautiful?” Keith asked.
“She’s good as you can see,” and he checked his wristwatch and told me to go to bed because it was late. I apologetically looked at Keith, but there was nothing I could do.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Marian.”
“What do you mean you’re seeing her tomorrow?” Dominic asked Keith to explain what he just said.
“Hmmm, because I am staying here for a few days,” he announced.
“You can’t stay here,” I told him.
“Why not?” Keith asked.
Should I tell him about the women that Dominic kept inside his property? When I glanced at Dominic, his eyes warned me, and I smirked at him. However, before I could say another word, he grabbed my hand and led me to my room, leaving Keith alone in the living room.
“Go to sleep, Marian.” He ordered.
“It’s still early!”
“I said go to sleep!” He yelled at me, and I was aghast when he did it. I tried to get back at him, but he was already gone, and I could do was stare at the door.
For almost an hour, I’ve been tossing and turning to be sleepy, and when I couldn’t, I got up and read a book.
I may have stayed late last night but waking up early wasn’t a problem. I was always a morning person. So at five, I began cooking for our breakfast, and when my boss came down for breakfast, I said, “Good morning, Dom,” and when he went straight to the table without saying anything, my eyes followed him.
“Keith and I have already eaten our breakfast,” I informed him, and when he glowered, I glared back at him. “We were both hungry, and you were still asleep,” I reasoned out.
“In that case, why are you still here?” He asked. “Now, get out of my way!” He screamed.
“Sir, my ears are in good working order, and you do not need to shout.” I tried to be nice to him, but his attitude was out of this world, and he wasted no time in trying to provoke me. Finally, I stomped my feet as I walked away from him.