DADDY’S PARAMOUR

Chapter 08

Chapter 08

MHALEE'S POV

A WEEK swiftly passed. My mom was back at home, but she needs medication. Raven lent me money for my mother's treatment, but what I bought for her was nearly used up because Raven only lent me a few dollars. He was ranting to me before he loaned me money, which is why I'm annoyed with him.

It's like he's not even my boyfriend.

I am currently worried about borrowing money from my employer. I was told that cash advances were not allowed and it is part of the rules, but the employer didn't inform me about that during my interview.

I have no one else to borrow money from. My best friend is also just as poor as I am, and my stingy, annoying boyfriend is no longer an option for money.

I still need to sweet-talk and coax him. I can't even be affectionate because I'm far from him. I know that guy. Before lending me money, he needs some sexy time. If he's satiated, he lends a lot. But without our session, he only let me borrow a few dollars. During these times, it feels like all he cares about is our tumble in bed. If not for the fact that we had been together for five years, I might already have broken up with him.

Our boss is at home now because the hardware store is closed on Sundays. My boss and his staff rest on Sunday. They only work from Monday to Saturday. I envy them because they have Sundays off every week. We, on the other hand, have to wait a month before a day off. It's exhausting.

I went to my boss's room upstairs. I didn't tell Aunt Zeny because she might stop me. I have no other choice because I need money, and my boss is my only hope.

When I reached his room, I took a deep breath. I did it several times before knocking.

It took a while before the door opened. And when it did, I quickly covered my eyes. It's a normal reaction because my boss was only clad in boxer shorts. I could clearly see his prominent bulge.

I noticed his package was quite large. It didn't seem like an ordinary size.

"Yes?" My boss asked me in a full and serious tone. I removed my hands from my eyes and couldn't look him in the eye. I swallowed and cleared my throat before speaking to remove the lump in my throat because of my nervousness.

"Ah, sir. I was hoping to ask if I might borrow some money. I need to buy medicine for my mom's illness," I said.

"Weren't you informed that a cash advance is not allowed?" He asked, still in a serious tone. I still felt uncomfortable with his state of undress and couldn't look at him, but I cannot say anything about it because he's the boss.

"She did, sir. I'm just hoping that you would reconsider given the circumstances. I have no other option," I said, bowing my head.

He sighed, and I could feel his gaze on me which made me feel more uncomfortable.

"I don't lend money anymore because the helpers tend to leave and not return after they receive their cash advance."

"Oh, I'm not like that, sir," I said, glancing at him and forgetting he was just in his boxers. I quickly looked away.

I heard him take a deep breath again and remain silent. I could still feel his gaze piercing through me.

"Okay, how much? I'll deduct it from your salary." He said, which made me happy. I couldn't help but glance at him. I saw him looking at me intensely, so I looked away again.

"If possible, 200 dollars," I replied. I am getting paid 600 dollars a month but the good thing is that everything is free. From lodging to food and toiletries, everything is free.

"Okay, see me later in my office." He said, and I nodded. "Make me some coffee too." He ordered, so I nodded again before excusing myself.

As I walked away, I could still feel my boss's gaze on me. I couldn't look back because I was nervous, and my heart was beating fast.

I could only breathe when I was out of his view. It felt like I was always on the verge of a heart attack because of my boss. He looked serious and composed, but whenever he looked at me, it felt intimidating.

"Where have you been?" Auntie asked immediately when she saw me in the kitchen. She was drinking water. The house is very big for two helpers doing all the chores. My boss may be wealthy, but he's stingy when it comes to hiring helpers. There should be about three or five helpers because there's so much work. The salary is high because there's too much work.

"I came from Sir's room. He wanted coffee." I replied, not meeting her eyes.

"Make it for him first. I have something to do. You clean Sir Matias's room. I'll take care of his office," she said and then left me.

The cleaning of Sir Matias' room was really assigned to me. He used to clean it himself; but now it's my job.

It's not a problem. It's just that my boss is there. It's awkward to work when someone is watching me.

After making his coffee, I went upstairs to deliver it to him.

"Here it is, sir," I said, placing the cup of coffee down as I entered his room.

"Thank you. Are you going to clean now?" He asked me.

"Yes, sir." I replied, and then went to the bathroom. That's what I'll clean first, since my boss is in the room.

I could still feel my boss’s gaze on me, lingering in a way I couldn’t quite explain. I ignored it, since he wasn’t doing anything inappropriate. Maybe that was just the way he looked at people.

MATIAS' POV

I couldn’t help but notice my new helper. She was beautiful—sensual, even—but she was already married. Still, nothing about her suggested a woman with a husband or children. Her body remained well-shaped, her figure untouched by time, her curves firm and tempting.

It had been a long time since I last shared a bed with a woman. I was old now, and my children had forbidden me from seeking another partner after I’d been deceived so many times before. They thought they were protecting me.

And so I lived alone, with no one to warm my nights. Desire had nowhere to go but inward—released only through solitary habits and late-night indulgences. I wasn’t even allowed to hire a young maid; my children were wary, convinced I might misuse the situation.

They were careful, even clever. At least they allowed me to hire Mhalee—someone whose presence filled the house, and whose image quietly fueled my private fantasies.

I don't want my children to be angry with me, so I don't pursue women and just follow their wishes. I can only bring pleasure to myself. But now, I have someone new to fantasize about and I don't care if she's married.

After a while, I followed Mhalee to the bathroom and saw her busily cleaning.

She was undeniably sexy, her slightly tanned skin smooth and unmarked, as if carefully cared for over the years. Even in a simple T-shirt and shorts, her figure stood out. The way her clothes outlined her body made it impossible not to notice the fullness of her chest.

I watched her quietly as I sipped my coffee. She had her back to me, unaware of my gaze, while my eyes lingered on the curves of her body.

She was tempting—almost overwhelming. I knew I would need to relieve myself later just to ease the tension. Even at my age, desire still stirred within me, and I was reminded that I was still capable of feeling it.