Lost In His Gaze
1173 Words
Mistake! As if that is not embarrassing enough, my hands are magically wrapped around his neck, while his are around my small waist, our faces touching, my lips brushing his, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Perhaps because of the heat burning me from his body beneath me, and the awkward position that we are in? I understand the awkwardness because I have never been in such a compromising situation like this with a man, but this electric shock that is making my body tremble, this weird feeling... Why the heck am I melting?
My orbs find his, his that are glued on mine.
For some weird reason, there seems to be a compelling spark glueing us together in this sin-screaming position. None of us is moving. Everything is at a standstill. I don't know about him, but I think I am enjoying his sweet pheromones that have snatched away my ability to breathe. I just don't know the process of breathing anymore.
"Are you okay?" He whispers right under my nose.
Am I? Am okay.
After our disconcerting situation earlier today with Andy, I wrapped up cleaning and came to relax on the couch as always, waiting for the lunch delivery, and battling to flush that little accident out of my mind.
Andy has since earlier not come out of the study. When we finally pulled away, after asking me if I was alright, and I nodding my head that I was, he excused himself to go change from his then soaked clothes and I was left to dry the floor. Only after I was done and out of that room did I see him going in. That was so embarrassing. And it's more embarrassing that I am unable to get the image of me atop of him. What a dirty mind I am developing! I need cleansing for God's sake!
It's now noontime and I have nothing to busy myself with except fathoming about that short-lived moment earlier when I was soaking up in the heat from Andy.
My mind is becoming so nasty and I abhor how my body is fascinated by these wildly crazy thoughts. I can't help it. "Are you sure you didn't get hurt earlier?" That is Andy's voice, and he parks himself on the next couch.
"Yes. I am alright, sir... I mean...Andy!" I say, trying to hide the blush.
"Okay. Take that stool out of that room immediately. Tidy up only where you can reach. I will not be there to fetch you next time." He orders.
"Okay. I apologize...for what occurred earlier." | mumble, averting his eyes like a plaque.
"It's alright. Here. I got you a phone." He says, handing me a phone that looks way too valuable for a servant like me.
"For me?" I hesitantly ask.
"Yeah! You can talk to your family and friends any time." He says.
What a sweet boss I have!
"Thank you so much." I walk backwards after gladly receiving the phone, and sit where I was seated earlier, eyeing the gadget in my hands. It sure must be very expensive to the point that I can't even guess its price. And to top it all, it is my very first souvenir from someone. How ironic! A heartwarming irony, I must admit!
"Don't you like it?" He speaks, maybe after observing I am absorbed in thoughts.
"I do like it, very much. Thank you." I say with all sobriety, and he nods his head.
"Ooh, it has a password." I further state.
"Sorry. I forgot to deactivate that. Let me." He walks and sits beside me as he deactivates the password which doesn't take long.
"Here. It's all done." He hands me back the phone and proceeds.
"After picking up Angel from school, we will go to the mall. You can get a sim card there."
"Okay. Thank you so much once again." I express my sincere gratitude.
"Don't mention it. Instead of being bored here when Angel is at school, you can call your family and friends and catch up. As long as you prioritize your work." He states.
"Sure. Nevertheless, my circle is too small. I only have my family-my dad and my mom, and my twin siblings- Mina and Mira. As for friends, l only have Rita." I confess.
I snap my eyes at him, realizing that l might have let out too much. I should learn to control my big mouth.
"Aren't you too young to be that reserved? | mean, people your age are out there having fun and exploring the world. Don't you feel like you are trailing behind the trend or something?" He queries with a questioning tone, as if I am the most confusing creature he has ever encountered.
"Not exactly. I'm okay this way. I have a lot of obligations to my family right now. I can't afford to get diverted. Maybe when I accomplish my goal, just, maybe, then I will have time for myself to "explore". I respond, earning a smirk from him.
"Your parents must be so proud of you." He says with a small smile on his complexion, and since I don't want to brag about how delighted my parents are with me, I just smile back.
I know my parents are proud of the decision I made. And I hope my sacrifices will be worthwhile. I'm their only hope. The fate of my two sisters lies with me. I want to help them pursue their careers and secure their dreams. I want to help my father pay off the bank loans before they come to mortgage the little we have left. What is there to mortgage anyway? Nothing!
That reminds me, I didn't even ask how much Andy will be paying me.
I was over the moon about getting a slot in a billionaire's house that I forgot to ask how fat or thin my salary will be. I should ask so that I start rationing it.
"Let's go." He beats me to speaking.
"Huh!" I exclaim.
"Let's go pick Angel and proceed to the mall." He adds.
"Aah...okay." I think my qualm will have to dawdle for now.
He grabs the car keys and his phone, and after locking the house, we get into his black limo and hit the road to Angel's school.
"I haven't seen Mark since yesterday evening." I state while someplace on the way.
The city streets are so confusing. I haven't familiarized myself with them yet.
"I gave him the weekend off. He will be back on Sunday evening." He retorts, and I nod my head.
Didn't I tell you, that Andy is a terrific boss? Inside this impassiveness that is on the outer surface, lies a sweet candy! I wonder why with all his rich luxurious life, and a bubbly daughter, he refuses to smile at the world. Why boss?
We drive in silence to Angel's school and pick her up, and we take a different route to the mall, I presume.
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