Cruel

Chapter 7

Sutton

Caleb McIntyre is the most amazing, incredible f**k I've ever had but also the most empty, soulless person I have ever met. I ask myself if I've made the right choice by signing away a year of my life to him, but it's too late to back out now. My fate is sealed on paper, no way out, a life of the unguaranteed with no possibility of love.

He's told me basically nothing. I don't know how many employees he has residing at the house, how many are in and out. I know there has to be a few and I will be subjected to prancing around them half naked with no undergarments on a regular basis. It's degrading and insulting, no amount of money or physical attraction should make me stoop so low, yet it has. My lust for this man blinds me, makes me stupid, my body is drawn to him, my desires canceling out all the wrong.

Caleb has gone upstairs, leaving me to prepare his lunch. Since he hasn't shown me my room yet, I'm disobeying one of his commands by wearing my undergarments. He told me to cook first so that's what he's going to get.

I'm finishing up plating his meal when a woman somewhere around her mid to late forties enters the kitchen. She's short and stocky with a hint of grey covering a portion of her blonde shoulder-length hair. The woman approaches me with a smile on her face, "Hello Sutton, I'm Anna. I also work for Mr. McIntyre as his maid, but I help assist with other things besides cleaning. He's asked me to show you around, get acquainted with everything." She's bright and cheery, she seems unscathed by the gloomy, dismal man we work for. I can see why Caleb would choose her to be my guide. Anna comes off nice, easy to talk to.

"Thank god. He doesn't seem to want to answer anything I ask. Is he always such a pompous ass or is it just me?" I get straight to the point. I don't think she will be bothered by my bluntness.

Chuckling, she heads over to the sink, turning on the faucet, picking up a plate and sponge. Soaping up the sponge, she scrubs the dirty dish, "It's not you honey. Caleb isn't as horrible as he lets up but he's private, closed off, he doesn't like to let people in so he comes off cold and uncaring. You get used to it.....He's probably going to be worse with you because of the nature of your employment. , Your temporary so he won't feel the need to warm up to you and yes, I know that you will be performing girlfriend duties. The staff is aware of your arrangement. We all had to sign confidentiality agreements." She says with ease like it's no big thing that he hires a woman to pretend to be his better half, to walk with him side by side exchanging loving glances when it's all a charade for reasons to me that are unknown.

"Why does he need a fake girlfriend, he's gorgeous and rich? I doubt even with his attitude that there isn't some woman out there who would want to be with him." And he's hung like a horse and f***s like a raging bull.

"He doesn't want a relationship for personal reasons that I'm not at liberty to say. I don't know the logistics, but what I do know is it is something only he can share with you. I think he's doing the whole fake relationship thing because he's always being harassed by his family and friends about not dating. They think if he finds a good woman in his life that he'll change, go back to the kinder man he used to be. I've said enough for now. You better get upstairs with his food before he throws a fit that it's gotten cold. He has a mini fridge with beverages in his room, so you don't have to worry about bringing him a drink. There are trays in the cabinet behind you that you can use." Anna sits down what she's washing and points behind me. "When you get upstairs his door is on the left, it will be open. He's expecting you." That clarifies a little, but Caleb is still a puzzle, an enigma I have yet to solve.

"Thanks." I wonder what his personal reasons are, but I know I'm better off not asking him, at least for now. He's not going to tell me anyway. I figure I will have more opportunities to grill Anna for information later on. She's right. I need to get his food to him soon or he'll find a reason to b***h, so I don't have time for anymore small talk.

I remove the tray from the cabinet, placing the food with silverware and a napkin on it. I go to the steps and find his room easily once I get to the top. It's the last one at the end of the hall and it has the only open door. I'm anxious to see him but I'm not. My body wants him, my brain, on the other hand, just says no.

Instead of just walking in, I knock calling out Caleb's name. He's unpredictable, easily aggravated. I don't want to rock the boat.

"Come in Sutton." I hear him say flatly, letting me know it's safe to enter without harassment or, at least I hope.

The room is enormous and exquisite. It has its own living room on one side and his bedroom on the other. His king-sized bed has an elegantly carved headboard that's finely upholstered with his dresser tops covered in a black marble finish. It's beautiful, but to me it's a waste of his wealth. It doesn't matter how much I can afford, I would never throw away my money just so I could have pretty furniture.

I find Caleb sitting on a sofa typing away on his laptop, which sits on a rolling computer table. The closer I get, Caleb stops what he's doing on his computer, shutting it and placing it off to the side.

"Here's your lunch." I hand him the tray of food. He takes it from my hands and sits it on his table in front of him.

He removes a piece of bread, scooping up some dip and takes a bite, "This is good but I expect better." Caleb says starkly, looking at me in disapproval.

This man is impossible and a serious pain. Of course he found something to complain about. The only thing that probably makes him smile is f*****g. I don't snap back this time, but eventually he'll find out I can have a bit of an attitude. I can only tolerate so much when it comes to ignorance before I open my big mouth. I have a habit of speaking my mind whether deemed appropriate or not.

"I'll try harder next time. If you don't need anything else can I go to my room now, and can you tell me where it is? I'm assuming since I don't see any of my bags I won't be sleeping with you." I say dryly, ready to get away from this pretentious jerk. If we're not f*****g, I have no urge to be around his arrogant ass.

"Have you eaten yet?" He ignores my question with his own.

"Yes."

"Well now that you are living here when you're hungry, you can fix whatever we have. Your bedroom is the next door over. Your new wardrobe, along with two thousand dollars for this month's pay, is sitting on the dresser. You will also find a credit card you will be using for groceries and anything else I ask you to purchase and your new car keys. When you do go out you are to only wear the clothing I've provided you with. I'm done with you for now, but I expect you to be in my bed fully unclothed at nine tonight when I return home from business." He returns to eating his meal, redirecting his focus on his food, disregarding the fact that I'm still standing there not caring if I have anything to say or ask about what he's just said.

I did have a question or two, but I'm already tired of dealing with Caleb, welcoming the idea of having some peace, so I push up on my heels walking away to my new bedroom.

My room isn't as luxurious as Caleb's, but it's still pretty nice. I'm just happy to have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. It would be nicer if that bed was Caleb's and he wasn't so closed off, but that's not the case. I just have to make sure I don't let myself grow any emotional attachments to the man during my one-year-stay. I doubt foreseeing that as an issue, considering I despise everything about him with the exception of his c**k, a c**k that in several hours I get to be filled with.