His Runaway Lover

Chapter One I stub out the cigarette, resting my head against the wall. A few wisps of hair fall over my face, my bun is loose and messy after a long day. I sigh stepping back from the wall I reach up and pull my hair down letting my long golden hair fall down stretching down my back. I pull my hands through it trying to remove any knots that have appeared but with no luck, a groan escapes my lips and I tug slightly to hard on one. releasing my hair I glance up at the stary sky the moon lighting up the grounds around me. It's my first week at the mansion, The private chef job was to good to pass up. when the recruiter called me I was surprised. I hadn't been on the search for a few months now but when they had said I had been asked for specifically well I decided to see where it would go and when I was told the pay well I about choked on my damn coffee. £75000 salary with room and board was to good to pass up on, I had been desperately trying to find a new apartment at the time since my room mate Lisa decided it was time her boyfriend moved in. That dude gave me the creeps, his eyes always lingering to long, always 'accidentally' walking in on me in the shower when I was sure I'd locked the door, constantly asking if I would go out to the club with him and his friends because he was bored that Lisa was working. I told her my thoughts on him a long time ago but it's her life, if she doesn't want to see it I'm not gonna make her. it's not as though we were ever friends and at the end of the day its her apartment. This job was a good send! But damn has it been rough, I didn't mind I liked a challenge but a bit more insight to the job would have been nice. If I had known before I arrived I would be managing the kitchen in the mansion I would have bought a laptop before starting, doing costings and daily meal plans was a pain in the ass on my phone and my trusty notebook but It would have to do until Monday. Devon the head butler offered to drive me into town on Monday morning, he had to pick up some things for the master of the house and he said he would like the company for the drive. I was very grateful for the invite and knew after giving some training to my new squad of chefs I would be fine to leave for a few hours to get a laptop and pick up a couple of special supplies from the market in town. I take one last deep breath of the cool night air before turning and walking back through the back door into the kitchen. everyone else had gone to bed for the night but the master of the house enjoyed pastry items in the morning and so far the other chefs just hadn't picked up the knack for it. I glance around the kitchen ensuring I had turned everything off before turning the lights off and heading up the stairs behind the kitchen to the second floor, I step into the workers quarters stretching my arms above my head as I walk to my door a yawn escaping as I open the door. I slip in closing the door behind me before locking it, I glance at the door leading to the bathroom. "In the morning.. I'll shower in the morning" I murmur kicking off my shoes and tossing my chefs jacket on the couch, I walk over to the bed and let myself fall back the soft duvet sinking down the bed not making a single noise as it takes my weight so suddenly. I swear this is the most luxurious bed I have ever had the pleasure of sleeping in. I stare at the roof above me, my thoughts once again racing. even though I had accepted the job I still hadn't actually seen the master of the house. Damn I didn't even know his name yet! Devon had shown me around the mansion on my arrival and when asked about my employer he simply stated he enjoyed his privacy. I didn't mind, its not the first time I've worked for high profile individuals but atleast I usually knew who it was I was working for. another yawn escapes as I roll onto my side and pull the duvet over me, I need to stop thinking about it or I'll never get any sleep. I sigh and close my eyes finally giving in to the exhaustion ready to get a few hours sleep before my morning tasks.