Episode 6
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Stella's POV
I sighed as I got to the front of the mansion with my overnight bag stuck between my fingers the next day. Only if I had the luxury of rejecting the job. Sadly, I don't. There were so many things involved, so many things my salary here would pay for. First of many would be rent at the dorm. And besides, the grandmother was an angel, working with her would be a dream come through.
I would not say the same about her obnoxious grandson. Doing my best to avoid him should be my goal for the next few days.
“I don't think you need me to show you the way today,” the butler said, smashing into my thoughts.
“Yes, thank you. I think I can find my way”
“Great ma’am. Madam will be waiting for you”
“Thank you”, Without waiting for more minutes, I headed inside, and low and behold, the old woman was waiting for me with a tall smile plastered across her face.
“Good afternoon, grandma”. I made sure I didn't forget her request to be called grandma.
As if reading my mind, she jumped at me and hugged me. “Oh sweet child, you. Don't forget.”
“No, I didn't”. I gave a hug back. She was acting very differently from yesterday.
“Do I go to the room you showed me yesterday?” I asked, changing the topic.
“No, there is a change of rooms. You will be staying in the other wing. That's where my grandson stays, two rooms after him. I want my wings for myself. You know, Oliver eats late in the kitchen. I would not want to be disturbed, so I'm moving to the next wing. “ No questions to ask. She is the owner of her mansion, and she only knows what she wants to do with it.
“Okay”
Good, come, let me show you the way” Just as we were about to go out, the obnoxious grandson strolled inside, and with a very beautiful lady whose only piece of clothing was a long flowery scarf around her body.
“Grandmother, Lisa will be staying with us for the next few days. You can move to the other wing, your best place in the mansion.”
“I am already going to give Stella freedom on her first night”, His grandmother replied dismissively, and I would not be mistaken if I said she didn't acknowledge the lady.
The room was huge, bigger than anything I have seen, and even more decorated than any guest room I have seen. I jumped on the soft king-sized bed, it felt like paradise and I didn't know when I should sleep off.
When I woke up, it was about 10 pm. I wondered why nobody woke me up. I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling for like an hour or so before I sighed and sat up. I was starting to get hungry, and at first, I didn't know what to do. There was no bell or phone to call anyone.
Even though Oliver was two rooms away from me, I didn't think it was a wise idea to ask him for help.
I would go downstairs to the kitchen myself. I might be lucky to find some leftover food. It was now midnight. No one would be awake, Grandma would be on her bed, and so would Oliver and his bimbo. It feels safe for me to go downstairs. I paused in front of the mirror, taking a full look at my appearance.
A sigh escaped my lips, my eyebacks were more obvious than ever, and well, I did do that for myself after all. My hair looked great though. I always made sure to brush it clean every single day before going to work.
I stepped outside my door to scrutinize my environment. It wouldn't do any good if I encountered Oliver right at that moment.
Silence filled the surroundings as I realized I might be the sole person awake at that moment. Contemplating what I could swiftly prepare to satisfy my hunger, I started descending the stairs when I heard it.
A groan.
Fear gripped my heart. It was dark. Could there be an invader? Would a mansion like this not have security? I was alarmed.
I shakily swallowed the lump in my throat as I slowly stepped down, my heart thumping hard in my chest.
Both grunts and moans followed through. This was not an intruder, people were having s*x.
I was already by the end of the staircase. I can hear the moans louder now. It wasn't any thief.
The desire to avert my gaze, to retreat, to feign ignorance of what I had just witnessed, surged within me. However, I found myself incapable of carrying out those wishes. It seemed as though my feet possessed a will of their own.
I couldn't seem to tear my eyes away from the scene. Watching him grab her hair, her hands against his thighs, struggling to contain all of him in her mouth. His low grunt, her soft gasps as he f****d her mouth.
"That's it, baby, that's it." He whispered, his voice coming out hoarse. I clasped my hand against my mouth, preventing a tiny squeak from me. I watched his hand curl her hair, slowly tightening it. He jerked her back, tugging her chin so she could look at him.
“Look at me while I fill your mouth” His voice was raw, and in control. I find myself watching, unable to take my eyes off. He had been like on the last day my dreams stopped.
I found myself wondering how it would feel if he had me under him like this in the flesh!
The look on her face was making me yearn for him. I wish it was me under him. I want to feel everything she is feeling. Conforming to all his demands. She was disoriented, her face flushed. Her lips parted as she heaved, saliva dripping down her chin.
"You've always been a good girl." He whispered, bending to meet her, tucking her hair behind her ear as he whispered into her ears.
I watched as they both made love and really wished deeply wished that I was the one not lily he was mating with.
Finally, we both locked gazes and I gasped as I ran away from the scene knowing that he had already caught me red-handed.
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