Oliver's intense gaze bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. My heart pounded in my chest, almost deafening in its rhythm. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes, fearful of what Oliver might do or say next."I hope you understand the gravity of the situation," he stated sternly, emphasizing each word. "We take security very seriously in this house."I nervously replied, "I assure you, Mr. Oliver, I have never done anything to compromise the safety of this household."Just as I finished speaking, Christopher, interfered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, Oliver, give her a break. I've known her for a while now, and she's just a housekeeper. Not worth your time or attention."Oliver's gaze hardened, his eyes narrowing as they met Christopher's. The hall filled with tension, and it seemed as if the air had thickened.Coldly, Oliver responded to Christopher, "I appreciate your concern, but this is a matter I will handle myself."Christopher's smirk gr
As James hurried away, Willow, always quick to revel in others' misfortune, approached me with a smirk. "Little-angel," she sneered, "I'm pretty sure it's your last day in this house. Mrs. Oliver always finds a 'great solution' when she fires a housekeeper." Her laughter echoed in the hallway, adding to my anxiety.Before she turned to leave, Willow couldn't resist one last jab. With a mocking laugh, she threw ," I wish for you a bad luck!"Silently, I gathered my composure and made my way to Mr. Oliver's room, hoping Willow was wrong. The hallway felt longer than usual, and each step was like a burden. I knocked on the door." Come in!" He ordered , his voice cold.When I walked into the room, Mr. Oliver was still seated in the same chair. I walked up to him carrying the cup and jug, my hands shaking.With my voice scarcely heard, I stumbled, "Please, sir, your coffee."She remained focused his visage unflappable. The room felt suffocating. I tried to speak again, hoping to break thr
" Oh, no! This can't be good!" My heart raced as I anticipated how this unexpected encounter would unfold.To my surprise, Oliver didn't remove his hands from my shoulders or back away from our close proximity, even in Christopher's presence. Christopher wasted no time in addressing the situation. His voice carried a hint of affront as he remarked," Well, well, well, Oliver. It's truly amazing how people can change overnight, is not it ?Yesterday, you were ready to devour our dear friend here, and today you're making sweet eyes at the housekeeper. How foolish you must feel."I stood there in shock, not knowing where to put myself amidst the brewing tension. Oliver, undeterred, shot back at Christopher, his voice defiant."I do not watch what your opinion is, Christopher. I do not have to regard to you for my conduct."Christopher's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "You may not care now, Oliver, but mark my words, one day you'll have to answer for your arroganc
32 As I walked into the room, Oliver's stern expression incontinently caught my attention, transferring a bitedown my chine. He fixed his gaze on me and spoke with a firm tone, expressing his dissatisfaction," Youtook quite a while to show up."Feeling anxious and afraid of disappointing him, I cautiously moved closer, desperately searching for the right words to apologize."Mr. Oliver, I deeply apologize for my tardiness," I stammered anxiously.Oliver's tight expression suddenly transformed into a warm, captivating smile, revealing a set of gleaming, pearly white teeth that could easily dazzle anyone. I set up myself shortly stunned by thestriking change in his address. It was the second time I had ever seen him smile, and it caught me off guard.I also could not shake the feeling that when he was not smiling, he bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Miller. "It's alright," he replied in a soothing tone." As long as it's you, it does not count." I blinked, utterly taken aback b
little angel POVI gave Sandy a puzzled look, questioning why it was only me. "Why does they always insist that I serve them? What's the deal with these guys' obsession with coffee?"James rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. "It's tea, not coffee!" he snapped. "Mr. Christopher simply has his preferences, and it's not for us to question them."Sandy couldn't contain herself any longer and burst into laughter once again. "Oh, come on, James! Lighten up! It's just a cup of tea."James's stern expression softened slightly, realizing that perhaps he had overreacted. "Well, it's not just a cup of tea," he muttered, almost to himself. "But, I guess you're right. I'll let Mr. Christopher know you'll be on your way."After James left, Sandy playfully nudged me and gave me a fake smile. "Hurry up, we don't want to upset Mr. Christopher," she said teasingly. I laughed and made my way downstairs to prepare the cup for him.As I walked, thoughts started to swirl in my head. Christo
christopher POVThree days earlier,On that particular day, Joe's parents were nowhere to be found, which meant it was just Joe, Peter, and me gathered in front of the TV, engrossed in our favorite video game, The Ultimate Formula 1 Speeder. The competition was fierce, but once again, I emerged victorious. Joe couldn't hide his frustration as he exclaimed, "Seriously? That's the 27th time I've lost to you today! You're unbeatable!"Grinning, I patted him on the back. "Hey, don't worry about it. You'll get better with time. Besides, it's all in good fun." Peter, always the peacekeeper, chimed in, "Guys, let's not make a big deal out of it. We're here to have a good time."As we took a brief break from the game, Joe's curiosity got the better of him. "So, tell me, what's going on with your cousin Oliver? Anything exciting happening?" I leaned back and sighed, "Oliver's visit has made things quite tense at home. We're dealing with another one of those serious family affairs." Peter, ever
I couldn't bloody stop thinking about Little-angel all night long! The way our eyes met that day we first locked gazes, it was like something drew us towards one another. But then again, I also felt a great deal of anger simmering inside of me because she nearly caused me to have a full-blown accident with my brand new Lexus!That day, after another fight with Daisy, since our relationship was just problems , fucking and reconciliation , I returned home to find Little-angel there in my house. I was shocked and worried because I knew she would bring trouble. So, as I lay in bed utterly exhausted and drained, my alarm clock blasted my ears at 8 AM leaving me feeling groggy and forced into the day."Holy shit!" I exclaimed. I groaned before sending my hand and turning it off annoyed, it was already 8 am and I had hardly slept a wink. Tired, I closed my eyes fatigue winning me completely. And I fell asleep, I opened my eyes again at noon and I left the room to get some fresh air To free
36Christopher POVReluctantly, I picked up the phone, my tone laced with forced calmness. "Hello, Daisy," I greeted, bracing myself for the intense barrage of emotions about to come my way."You know, I've been trying to reach you for ages!" Daisy exploded, her voice seething with anger. "I couldn't help but think you were intentionally avoiding me!"Struggling to maintain composure, I offered an explanation, gently saying, "I apologize, Daisy. I was outside in the garden and had left my phone in my room."Ignoring my attempts to diffuse the situation, Daisy continued her assault, her voice a storm of fury. She berated me for not writing to her the previous night, failing to wish her a simple goodnight. I sighed inwardly, bracing for the onslaught of her anger."It's unforgivable, you know!" Daisy declared, her words piercing the air. "To not even take a few moments to wish your own girlfriend a goodnight!"In that moment, my annoyance swelled, but I masked it behind a calm façade. I