Homeroom teacher for the little young master

Abigail's POV

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“Hey babe, you got to meet me at the **** restaurant whenever you are free. You won't believe it! It's about someone special, I think I might be falling for him.”

I typed on my smartphone and hit the send button to Joyce, who was my best friend and the only one I shared my secrets with.

“You better have a juicy gist or I'll kill you” she replied and I chuckled, standing up from my bed and taking a deep breath.

The lingering scent in the room was Henry's perfume, the one I watched him apply while I lay drowsing on the bed. He had come to peck me, whispering his departure for work.

The sound of his deep voice had made me purr in my response which delighted him because that hungry desire flashed in his eyes.

I quickly laid the bed even though I knew we had an excessive amount of maids, he had even hired more after I started living here.

After that, I stretched and headed into the bathroom for another quick shower. After thinking about him, I knew I had to clean mys