CAMILLA Damn it! How does Nicholas always manage to make things worse. Who knows what Braden would say or do to me when we get home now?Just when I thought nothing else could go wrong or worse than this Nicholas had to come place a peck on my skin and more importantly, Braden fucking walked in on it!The fuck!Is my luck that bad!Braden's tight immobile glares were fixed on me, I was a bit shocked and uneasy. One could easily tell that his eyes tried to read what it just saw.Moreover I was not the wrong doer but somehow I just couldn't keep up with those eyes of his. They scared the wits out of me."Braden..." Nicholas spoke and wandered his gaze to the young nurse that stood beside Braden with crutches.Apparently those were for me."What did they say about Camilla's health?" He quickly added."You seem to worry way too much about my maid" Braden unapologetically stated causing me to almost have a fright.Damn. Why did Nicholas even do that?Could it have just been an act of frie

CAMILLAI watched with all sincere enthusiasm as Braden expertly maneuvered the steering wheel to park.One could easily see the rocky sea shores from a distance. I was left in awe at the lively beach, it was so beautiful.I still can not believe I accepted Braden's invitation to spend time with him and Vanessa.Honestly it was an impulsive action, something done without giving it a second thought.I was as tensed as I was scared and confused.The words of agreement to his plan flew out of my mouth before I could even stop myself. I felt that if I refused, he would go back to his old habits of torturing me to accept and plus I didn't want to let little Vanessa down.But now that I am here, I can only wish and pray that this day turns out memorable for each of us.Without sparing a second look at either I nor Braden, Vanessa jumped down from the car and took a deep breath. I could see joy lurking around her countenance. She squealed loudly the minute her eyes caught sight of a fam

CAMILLA I rushed out of the bathroom, my towel wrapped around me coupled with anxiety building up inside me. I was not happy because of the function but going out with Braden was just something that I never imagined would happen again.And to top it all up, he got me a very classy dress. And that is literally the second thing Braden got for me during my stay here as his maid. The first was a mobile phone to communicate with him. It wasn't a gift.It was his means of tracking me down and monitoring who I related with.But this dress seems more of a gift than the phone.With the way he treats me now, people might actually find it difficult to believe that this man hates me.I mean, who takes some one they show undiluted hatred to out, to the beach, and gets them expensive things? It's even more difficult to believe because Braden is cold hearted. So what exactly melted his cold heart? I held up the black beautiful gown Braden got for me.It was a low cut back dress with a thigh high s

BRADENThe cool morning wind swept through the windows and pushed the curtains apart to ventilate the room thoroughly. The sun illuminated it's sharp rays into the room through the blown apart curtains.I struggled to to peel open my eyes as my body gradually rose to consciousnesses. My head began to pound profusely with each second that went by.Fuck! Why does my head hurt so much. The minute I became fully conscious of my self, I pushed my weak body up and my eyes fell on Nicholas sitting very close to bed. His eyes weighed with so much worry and anxiety."You're awake" he stood, walked towards me and laid a hand of his on my shoulder. "What happened?" I asked. The last thing I remember was been at the function, how did I end up on my bed with this terrible headache?"Thank goodness you're awake, what got into you last night?" he chided me with a raised brow. I was both speechless and confused, did something happen to me last night? I do not recall much. The memories of last night

CAMILLA"What!?" It was my turn to flare up at him.Braden downcasted his head and let out a dark chuckle."You know how much you need this money so why are you yelling? You want the money right? Fine. I will give it you. But you have to work for it"I stared at this man as he spoke with absolute disgust for him written all over my face. "Braden I am not a commodity! My body is not for sale" I lashed out at him."But you did this sort of work back in college didn't you!?" Braden retorted back.Why must he always do this? Why must he always remind me of my ugly past?"I was helpless. Why must you always remind me of my ill fated past?" I asked with tears streaming down my cheeks, downcasting my head."Oh really? What got you so helpless that you decided to dump me and leave me for men old enough to be your father? You could not be a maid or a cook or a waiter but a stripper and a prostitute!" Braden thundered."I am not a prostitute!" I yelled back at him.Braden gave off a throaty lau