JOAN'S POV
Hopeless. Sadness. Confusion.These are the three emotions I felt as I sat in the dimly lit hospital room.My heart felt heavy with worry. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and I have no idea what to do.I watched my mother with sadness in my heart.Beep. Beep. Beep.The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the air. The beeping was a a constant reminder of my mother's fragile state.Tubes and wires were attached to her body, keeping her alive while she lay motionless in the hospital bed. Her face was pale, and her breathing shallow.I was job hunting when I got a call that my mother had been brought to the hospital by an ambulance. The doctors said she had suffered a heart attack and had slipped into a coma.I gazed at my mom, feeling a lump form in my throat.How did we end up here?I thought back to the days when she was vibrant and full of life. She was always there to support me. Now, I was the one who needed to be strong for her.Looking at my mom in this state brought tears to my eyes. When she was healthier, she was full of joy and was always vibrant. She was the type of woman who could light up a room with her smile alone.I looked up at the ceiling and sighed.I hate hospitals.The white walls aren't helping. The colour 'white' has always seemed a little depressing to me.I wish hospitals could be painted a different colour. Being here is sad enough. Maybe a colour like pink or blue could cheer someone up a bit.As I looked at the ceiling I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. I wasn't feeling like this because my mom was sick. I felt like this because I was genuinely helpless.I was broke, barely scraping by with odd jobs here and there. My mom's health got worse with time and I had to drop out of school to get a job.I had a stable job as a secretary in a good firm for about seven months but guess what? I got fired because my boss's hands started to wander a bit too far each time.I thought I could tolerate it till he reached up under my skirt one day. He told me he would fire me if I didn't comply. So, I left.I wasn't cut out for that kind of life.When things got hard, I was tempted to go back and beg him, I won't lie, but my conscience advised me against it.My mom got worse by the day. The medical bills were piling up, and I had no idea how I would afford the treatment my mom desperately needed.Right now, I don't have a job and neither do I have money. I spent all my savings on my mother's treatment.Tears welled up in my eyes as I pondered on the burden I carried.What am I going to do?I can't bear the thought of losing my mom.It's so hard to find a job out there these days especially since I don't have a degree. I've tried everything, trust me.It seems as if my best isn't good enough..Just as my mind was consumed with worry, the door swung open.A doctor walked in. The collar of his lab coat was stained with blood. It was almost unnoticeable but not to me. I noticed almost everything. You might think this is a useful trait but it stresses me out a lot especially when I get fixated on it.He glanced at me briefly before his eyes settled on my mom's still form."Miss Joan," he said, his voice filled with sympathy. "I'm Dr. Williams. I wanted to talk to you about your mother's condition."I nodded.My gaze still focused on the blood on his coat.Whose was it?"Miss Joan?" he repeated. For some reason, I didn't pay attention to him.I had a lot on my mind and I needed a distraction, even if it was just for a second.Was the person who the blood belonged to dead?I wonder how many dead people he sees in a day."Miss Joan?" Dr Williams said loudly, bringing me out of my thoughts.I sat up straight and nodded."I'm sorry" I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, tell me, doctor. What can we do?""As you know, your mother's currently in a coma. We can try different treatments, but they come with a cost."My heart sank even further.As soon as he said this, my heart beat increased.I knew deep down that I couldn't afford the treatment, but I had to hear the options."What are we looking at, doctor?" I asked him."The initial treatment will cost around $50,000, and that's just the beginning. There will be follow-up procedures, medications, and rehabilitation."My hands trembled as I spoke "I... I don't have that kind of money. What am I supposed to do?"Dr. Williams looked at me with a sympathetic expression "I understand this is a difficult situation for you. We can explore financial assistance programs and discuss payment plans. But I won't sugarcoat it; it won't be easy."Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't help it.Why did things have to be so hard?"I'll do anything, doctor. Just please help my mom. She's all I have."Dr. Williams nodded "I'll do my best. We'll find a way"I sniffled, wiping away my tears "Thank you, doctor"He gave me a weak smile before leaving the room.I moved closer to my mom and held her hand.Thoughts raced through my mind, searching for a solution. I couldn't let money be the reason my mom didn't receive the care she needed.I have to do something. What can I do?Suddenly, the door opened.To my surprise, my best friend, Bea walked in. Her face was filled with concern.Seeing her familiar face brought a small glimmer of happiness. She's always been there for me."HI sweetie" she said sympathetically "I'm so sorry"She walked over to me and gave me a hug. I held her tightly.When she pulled away, she looked at me mom with empathy.I called Bea as soon as it happened. When I got the call from the hospital, I didn't know what to do.Bea looked at me "How are you holding up?"I managed a weak smile, grateful for her presence. "It's been tough, Bea. I don't know what to do. The medical bills are piling up, and I'm completely broke."Bea's eyes sparkled with hope "I may have a solution to that"I looked at her in confusion "What do you mean?""You remember Stephanie?"Of course, I remember Stephanie. She was one of our school mates in college.Her dad is a famous senator. She was your typical popular rich girl. She has luscious hair, a pretty face and a lot of money.We weren't too close. We didn't get along because she always looked down on me. I didn't care. I knew she was out of my league."What about her?" I asked."I spoke to her and she got a job opening with her connections"My heart skipped a beat at the mention of a job opportunity."What is it?" I questioned with excitement."You know the billionaire; Derrick Stonewood? His household is looking for a maid. His maids aren't just any maids. They're elite and they're well paid. I managed to tell her to get a slot for you. The interview is at his house in two days. Here"She handed me an envelope. Inside was an invitation to an interview.I was in awe. I've never seen an exclusive interview like this before that needed an invitation.I knew who Derrick Stonewood was. Everyone knew who he was.He was a popular billionaire and America's most eligible bachelor.His family owned a long chain of companies including investments in oil and gas.He had old money and generational wealth. Online, you can see girls practically begging just to get a glimpse of him.He wasn't really the social media type. He was pretty low key.As private as he was, everyone still knew who he was. His incredible good looks didn't make it easy for him to hide either.Am I good enough to work for the Stonewood family?"Are you sure I can get this?"Uncertainty filled my mind. What if I wasn't good enough?What if they didn't want me?"Hey" she held my hand "Stephanie put in a good word for you. Apart from that, they're going to love you"I looked at the floor.I felt a mix of gratitude and doubt. I was out of options for job openings. At least, this is a good opportunity.I have to try.I looked at Bea "Thank you so much"She smiled at me "Anything for you. Now, come on. We've got work to do"The day for the interview finally came.It turned out that Stephanie did put in a good word for me after all and for that I was grateful. I was in the hospital when I got the call from the mansion. They formally invited me and put me on the list. On the day of the interview, I nervously adjusted the collar of the dress I wore which I borrowed from Bea. Bea was just as excited as I was about the interview. She took it upon herself to make sure I look my best for today. She dressed me up in one of her nicest red corporate dresses. She curled my hair and forced me to wear make up and heels. I complained to her, thinking I was overdressed. Now, that I'm seated amongst the other applicants, I wish I could go back home to dress even better. The girls - sorry, ladies here all looked like I*******m models.I saw about five of them park their cars outside.They all wore fancy dresses with their hairs professionally blown out. They wore expensive jewelry and had the latest I phones.They
My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to see none other than Derrick Stonewood himself standing before me.I froze. I couldn't move if I wanted to. My breath got caught sharply in my throat. Here he was, the man whose empire everyone admires is standing before me... Inches away. We were so close to the extent that if we both made one wrong move, we would be pressed together tightly. I was literally just right in front of him. Derrick arched an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my sudden presence.I stammered, trying to find the right words. "I...I'm sorry, sir" Derrick Stonewood stood tall before me. He was even bigger in real life than he was in his pictures. He was about two times my size. He could practically crush me if he wanted to. I had to raise my head just to look into his eyes. His presence was commanding and magnetic. I know I had just met him but I could tell quite some things about him just from his looks. His tall frame exuded confidence. He was devilishly hands
The next day marked first day of my job as a maid in the Stonewood mansion. When I got to the mansion, nervous excitement coursed through my veins.Before I left for home, I went back to the people who interviewed me. I was excited and relieved beyond words. They gave me a contract to sign which I did after reading it thoroughly. It was an NDA. It made me promise not to disclose anything that occurs in the mansion. Everything I witness here has to remain a secret. I was required to stay in the mansion five times a week. I begged them to make it four times because of my mom which they obliged to. I was also given a uniform which I was required to wear all the time during work hours.Apart from that, I was satisfied with all the terms given. I was shocked when I heard the salary I would be paid. It was outrageous. No wonder it was strictly by invitation. I knew the salary had to be high when I saw the ladies that showed up. It was enough to cover my mom's expenses with time and
DERRICK'S POVI was in my office sorting out some of my work papers.I did my best to focus on my work. I really did. However, no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to.... Her. Joan.Yes,that's her name. Every single time I closed my eyes, I could see her gorgeous face. Her image was imprinted in my mind, refusing to leave.This is unusual because I just came in contact with her yesterday.I had never met anyone so beautiful... Anyone so mesmerizing. Yes, that's the word. She had the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I had ever seen. I could look at her forever. She had such captivating beauty and an innocent demeanor. She stared at me innocently. I could destroy her if I had the chance. I can imagine doing dirty things to her. She had such a small frame. She was so small that I could crush her with my bare hands if I wanted. I could pin both hands on top her head with one hand and I wouldn't need to use all my strength.Her curves showed in the tight dre
DERRICK'S POV"How's your end of the business?" I asked my sister; Ariana "What are the updates?" We were both seated in my office. She sat in front of my desk. She looked focused as she looked for answers to my questions. She typed away on her MacBook as she gave me the documented details she had. "I ran updates on the trap houses here in the city" She responded. "And? Did you go there yourself or did you make use of the spies?" "I went there myself. The spies are working but with what's happened with Bones, I don't want to risk it. We can't trust anyone anymore" I nodded in understanding. She's right. The incident with Bones made me double check all my underground businesses. I thought the few men who were close to me could be trusted. Turns out you can't trust people after all. We have to be more careful. We can't afford this kind of incident again. It's only a matter of time before people start to put two and two together. "How are the houses in Mexico?" I asked her. "They
DERRICK'S POVI sat at my desk in my office. I tried to focus on the countless papers in front of me yet no matter how hard I tried, my mind always shifted to her..... JoanHer face was etched into my mind. I couldn't help but admire her. She was so strikingly beautiful, and her figure in that dress....I didn't even want to think about it too much. If I did, I would definitely have a hard on. The dress did a good job in bringing out her curves. I liked the view of her in it and I was sure I would like what was underneath it even more. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to imagine Joan in that short maid uniform. I imagined her walking towards me slowly while looking at me with whole time. I just want to grab her by the neck, turn her around and roughly pin her to the desk. After that, I'll raise up her dress and look at her panties. I was sure her underwear would be soaked for me. She's probably attracted to me like I am to her. I can imagine the curve of her ass. I wondered what kind
JOAN'S POVThe clock on the wall struck midnight, yet I couldn't sleep. I was too disturbed by my thoughts. I laid in my new luxurious bed, surrounded by luxury furniture that seemed to belong in a palace rather than maid's room. Emily had graciously shown me to my room earlier, and the sight of it had left me in awe. It was bigger than I anticipated. I sat up in bed and stared at the place for the hundredth time. I couldn't believe it. The room was twice the size of my shoebox apartment. I couldn't believe I had been given my own space, complete with a personal bathroom. I actually expected to share a room with someone or even two people. I didn't expect to have a space as large this all to myself. I sat there, feeling happy and grateful. Earlier, I texted Bea to tell her how everything was going. I also called the doctor to find out how my mom was doing. He told he she hadn't woken up yet. I was worried. My concern for my mom filled my thoughts. I just wanted her to be okay. Look