I knew he would have eventually asked to meet, but the way he did it then was appealing. Some help in packing all my stuff and moving it to the new apartment of mine would have made my work easy at that point. But because I was moving from living alone to living with roommates, I was a little embarrassed to let him know about it.
That decision of mine would help me save some money as a reserve for my future. I was young and still learning to manage my finances back then. There was a need of mine that couldn’t be met, and that taught me to have some money to take care of times like that.
Not knowing how to say no to the owner of the place where I was working at that time, I found it very difficult to reply to him, and thus, I took a long time. But on getting another message from him, I immediately responded to him.
Mr. Lozano: You taking so long to answer doesn’t give me a good feeling. Do you want my help this weekend in shifting, straight up?
Olivia: I am sorry. Some help would be nice because I am all by myself, but how would I return that favor?
Mr. Lozano: Great! That ain’t no favor. But if you insist, come on a date with me.
Remembering that message of his still makes me smile. It was unbelievable to me, in fact, it is still that way. An owner of such a big place asking an intern working for him to go out on a date with him was, undeniably, a dream come true for me. I wanted to go on the terrace and scream it out to the world for them to know that I am not the boring girl they think I am.
I didn’t want to take too long to respond to him that time because it was definitely something which I wanted to do, I quickly replied to that message of his.
Olivia: I will just need to know the date and time, Mr. Lozano.
Mr. Lozano: Charles*
Olivia: Oops! I will just need to know the date and time, Charles. Don’t mind me asking, how old are you?
Mr. Lozano: I will be thirty this year. Please tell me you’re an adult and not a teenager!
Olivia: Haha. Sweet of you! I am five years younger than you.
Our never-ending conversation had already begun with that. Reading his name every time on my phone, not only gave me butterflies in my stomach anticipating what he must have sent, but it also got me going. In no time, we were chatting throughout the day.
We had started sharing our plan of action for the day, and he had also started telling me about his business little by little. If he was preparing for a meeting, he would let me know why it was so important to him. After that used to be over, he would also tell me how it went even if I failed to ask him.
The whole week passed before we knew it, and the weekend had finally come. I didn’t want to let him know the excitement I had in me to be going out with such a rich guy, so I watched some videos online to learn how to act right.
But when the doorbell of my apartment rang, I jumped a couple of times before I calmed myself down to open the door for him. Seeing him look as dashing as the other day but with denim and a simple white t-shirt, my eyes must have already conveyed my feelings to him that day when I couldn’t take them off his face.
In order to initiate a normal conversation, I said, “The white t-shirt will get dirty, Charles. Do you have a change?”
“Leave that to me,” he replied, and called two men into the apartment by gesturing at them, and I didn’t feel right to stop them either because they looked like his assistants.
So, I casually asked, “Who are they?”
“They are my boys. They will do all the packing while we sit and talk,” he mentioned.
Hearing him tell me that, I felt stupid enough for accepting his help. Who was I kidding? He is rich, and obviously I couldn’t have expected him to help me pack my stuff and pick it up to move it himself. I should have known he would come with help of his own, and I shouldn't have accepted the offer that he proposed.
“Mr. Lozano, please, I do not want to trouble you,” I pleaded.
“I will manage the packing and moving on my own,” I added.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got you. It ain’t no trouble and it ain’t no favor either,” he stated and took a step closer to me, making me take a step back because I didn’t know how to react to that with two bouncer-like dudes staring at us.
"Do you remember the date?” He questioned me, and when I nodded, he let out a smile at me.
“Let them do the work while you guide them,” he requested.
I had no other option left other than to listen to him because they were all already in my apartment, and, to be honest, I really needed help with so much of my stuff in that little house. So, I walked into the bedroom with everyone to let them know what all had to be packed.
When they got on to doing it, I walked out with Mr. Lozano to tell him about the place that I would be moving into in order not to make him think any less of me for moving in with roommates now.
Charles and I settled in the living room that only had a convertible couch while his helpers packed my clothes and books in the bedroom. I was embarrassed to serve him juice in the stainless steel glass when he said he was thirsty, but he picked it up from the tray like it didn’t matter to him at all what kind of glass he was being served the juice in.Someone who must have never drunk in any other glass except for the finest quality tumbler made with the best available material was drinking water in a stainless steel table glass because that was all I had at home. But he didn’t make any deal out of it, and that was another thing of his that appealed to me quite much.There are some people who are too lost in their so-called world that they lose touch with reality and don’t realize that many people are not on the same boat as theirs. There are middle-class people and low-class people as well who live just as fine in the thi
His question had sparked a feeling in me as it had never happened before. Hell yes! I wanted to move in with him, but I had no freaking clue how it would turn out to be. I was sitting on the couch and looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that he actually invited me to live with him. I stood nowhere in comparison to him. Talking was one thing, but living together with him was a completely different thing.Not wanting to mess it up from there, keeping quiet was a better option for me. Every time I opened my mouth impulsively, I spoiled things. So, that was a chance for me to think before I talked as an opportunity like this to live with a billionaire was inconceivable.If I agreed and moved in with this very fine man, based on his status, would I be considered his friend? He didn’t need any kind of financial help to let out his house to me. Then why would he ask a stranger he met just a week ago to come and live with him?
The entire shifting that included packing and unpacking was done by his servants. I later realized that they weren’t his assistants but his servants. He had one assistant, Edward Matthew, who I met when I was entering Charles’s mansion. He came to greet his boss and give him feedback on something that I didn’t understand then.Edward, who continues to be his assistant till the present date, is an average-looking guy, but he is amazingly smart in organizing things for Charles. He makes everything look so easy for him and does most of his work at the office and also at home. He is with us twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and stays in the staff accommodation which is also a part of the mansion.When I saw the staff quarters for the first time that I entered Charles’s home, I was super impressed with how big they were and the facilities that were provided to them. Charles himself had taken me for a round in the
Mr. Lozano: I will be coming home a little late, Olive. I’m in the office for an important discussion. Love you, sweetheart. Take care, and please don’t wait for me to eat. Bye!Charles’s message buzzing on my phone brought me back to the present, where a servant has just entered my room with my lunch. I am more comfortable being in my room and eating than ten people staring at me while I eat at the dining table. I have never been comfortable in pretending to be at my best, but I have tried to always do my best.Home is your private space, and I am used to being completely free at home. It’s been so many years, but I am not used to being under someone’s watch all the time. I love being by myself. More importantly, I miss the way I used to live before without any limitations and restrictions. Not having to think about whatever I plan on doing was the best for me.Roaming around
On opening the door, I saw cheerful faces of Charles and a very beautiful lady who was sitting with him on the couch and listening to him talking when I entered the house. But if the lady was his love interest, why would he get her to meet me? She must be an important lady to him, I thought, with how close both of them seemed to me.“Olive, meet Erica, my best friend,” said Charles.Best friend? I felt weird to some extent because if she was his best friend, then why didn’t he ever mention her to me in all the two months that I had been there with him? Was there a new best friend scheme going on somewhere?Suddenly, after two months his so-called “best friend” appeared out of nowhere, and I was naturally feeling jealous of her. Had Charles confessed his love to me, meeting his best friends would have still been fine. But he seemed as happy with her as he had been with me in the time we had spent together,
The next morning was very depressing because I didn’t have college and also no shift I had to report for. So, I kept myself tucked in bed refusing to let go of my laziness. Even though I understood that it was making me feel worse thinking about what others would think about me because I was living with Charles, I did not want my image to go for a toss in people’s minds.Knowing that they could think of me as a gold digger without being aware of the actual bond that I shared with Charles was not making me feel good about myself. I have never wanted to be given that title, but it was then I learned that everything in life came with a positive and a negative. The way we perceived something made all the difference because in reality things might differ quite from what we think about it in our minds.My search to find an affordable house at a better location and closer to college had been on since the day I settled in here with Charl
It had all of a sudden become very awkward, and I was feeling extremely uncomfortable in the car with him after screaming that out to him. He had also become very quiet, and he looked away from me to see the road in front. His reaction made me feel as if I was sad about the fact that he hadn’t asked me out yet, which was not true at all.I was definitely not complaining about it, but I said it to give him the most logical reason for why I couldn’t give up working and continue staying in his house. So, I didn’t have a reason to feel bad about it anyway, I had many other reasons for that. Losing my job topping the list, being unable to go once again to check out the apartment being the second one, and now an argument with the man I had a crush on since the very beginning.Blaming it on my stars not shining right, I stayed mum for the rest of the ride. When we reached the museum, Charles asked me to get down with him. I was fe
To lighten the mood, when things got a little peaceful in the car and his forehead furrows cleared, pulling the collar of my dress, I joked, “Isn’t it getting too hot out here?”The smirk on his face made me smile, and then I started to laugh as I said, “Where is the document that gives me 50 per cent stake in the museum? I want to sign it.”I was only having some fun to make him smile, but his expression was confusing me as he was lost watching me laugh. He wasn’t expressionless because he had a subtle smile on his very handsome face, but his eyes were fixed on mine. It appeared to me as if he was just going to say something to me from his heart and as if something was stopping him.Such an expression often protects oneself from being emotionally naked and laying our emotions bare in front of someone. In a relationship, people should not be able to only strip down clothes from their bodies, but the