Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: Welcome
Allysa's point of view
I entered Paolo's house, my eyes widened by the extent of what I saw. Each piece seemed more impressive than the previous one, as if the interior of this house belonged to another world, a world of which I had never been part. The walls decorated with expensive paintings, luxurious furniture, everything breathed almost unreal beauty. I felt like a simple village, not knowing where to put my eyes, invaded by a feeling of gap.
Paolo guided me through the hall, and I tried not to let appear the nervousness that gnawed at me. He stopped in front of a door and struck gently.
"Darling, I'm back," he said in a warm voice, and without waiting for an answer, he entered.
Paolo’s wife Sofia was there, sitting on a sofa with perfect elegance, surrounded by embroidered cushions. She looked up with her book and smiled when she saw Paolo. She did not seem surprised at her return, but rather peaceful, as if this house and her routine were the center of her world.
Paolo advanced and put a kiss on the cheek. "I missed you," he whispered.
If only she could know that her paolo had just feeded in my little p***y ... Ha!
Sofia smiled and got up slowly, a luster of kindness in the eyes. "So, tell me, how did your trip go?"
"Well, very good," replied Paolo, straightening up. "I settled everything. But you know, what interests me especially is that I found someone to help me here. Her name is Allysa." He then turned his gaze to me, inviting me to introduce myself.
I had never been very comfortable in front of strangers, but the opportunity was too great to let it pass. "Hello," I said in a shy voice, a little clumsy. "My name is Allysa."
Sofia contemplated me for a moment before smiling warmly. "Welcome, Allysa. I'm Sofia." She approached and reached out to me. "We are delighted to have you here. A little company and help will never hurt."
I took his hand, feeling a strange feeling of relief invade me. "Thank you," I replied, grateful, but always uncomfortable. "I am happy to be here."
"Paolo told me that you would be a precious help," added Sofia, her calm and serene emailing me more. "You should know that everything that is going on here is simple and quiet, no complications. You won't have to worry about many things."
Paolo nodded, as if to validate Sofia's words. "Yes, you will be housed, nourished, and everything you need will be taken care of. There is no need to worry about rent or food, Allysa. This house is now, in a way . "
I let out a slight sigh, and a shy smile appeared on my face. The relief that I felt was immense. A house, a roof, stability that I had never had. I no longer had to fight to have a little heat or a simple meal.
"Thank you, really," I replied, looking down. "It's ... it's a real gift, for me. I would never have thought that someone would give me a chance like this."
Sofia, still so calm, approached me. "You will get used to it quickly. We don't wait much for you, just a little help for daily tasks. And of course, your presence is also a pleasant company."
I nodded, feeling my nervousness dissipate little by little. Life seemed to have been aligned in a way that I could never have imagined. A house where I could finally put my suitcases, where I would not have to worry about the next bill or the next meal. It was a chance that I could not let go. And, somewhere, this new life was also going to mark the beginning of a story that I could not have foreseen, that of passing on the bed of the lifeguard.
"Do you feel comfortable here, Allysa?" Asked Sofia, the curious but friendly look.
"Yes, a lot," I replied sincerely. "It's just that ... everything is so different from what I know."
"Don't worry. Take your time to adapt," she said, smiling. "You are here at home now."
I gave him a grateful smile. In a corner of my head, I knew that my life had just changed. But I had no idea how much it could upset my reality. All I knew was that I had finally found a place where I would no longer have to fight to survive.
Paolo accompanied me to the room that was going to be mine. The door opened to a space larger than anything I have known so far. I couldn't believe that this place was reserved for me. Everything seemed so clean, so luxurious, so ... unreal. The walls were painted in a soft and soothing color, the curtains seemed made of an expensive fabric, and the bed, oh, this bed ... I had never seen silk sheets of my life.
Paolo stayed near the door, giving me time to observe everything. I approached the bed and put my hands gently on the sheets, as if they were very real. Then, without thinking, I dropped on it, bouncing slightly while my buttocks sank into the soft mattress. A feeling of absolute comfort.
I jumped a little, barely aware of what I was doing, and let out a discreet laugh. It was a childish reaction, perhaps, but after all I had gone through, this little moment of carelessness was a gift.
When I looked up, I noticed that Paolo still watched me. He stood there, leaning against the frame of the door, an indecipherable smile on the lips. I did not know exactly what he thought, but his gaze was intense, almost disturbing. As if he wanted to jump on the bed with me and remake love as in the cellar or caressed my thigh and put on his finger in my slit.
He took a step forward, then stopped suddenly, as if he remembered something. A shadow passed on his face, and he straightened up. "You have everything you need here, Allysa. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. "His voice was placed, but there was a strange note, as if he sought to regain control of himself.
"Thank you, Paolo", I replied gently, always sitting on the bed.
He nodded, hesitating for a moment before finally leaving the room. I heard him gently closed the door behind him.
A sigh escaped me, and I dropped back, with my gaze fixed to the ceiling. My heart was beating a little faster than usual, without my understanding why. Perhaps it was this look he had had, this way of fixing me as if ... as if he saw more than what he wanted to admit.
I straightened up and headed for the adjoining bathroom. When I opened the door, a breath of fresh air grabs me. The room was as beautiful as the bedroom: immaculate tiles, soft towels, and a large shower with transparent walls.
I removed my clothes slowly, enjoying this moment when I was finally going to get rid of the dust on the road. Under the hot water jet, I felt my muscles relax. The water slipped on my skin, taking with it the fatigue and the bitter memories of my past life.
I closed my eyes and let my head fell back. Each drop of water seemed to be whispering that this new life would be different. I thought of my little tiny room that I once shared with a noisy roommate. These nights I slept on a hard mattress, ask me if I was going to have enough to eat the next day.
"You finally got out of this hell," I whispered in a low voice, as if to convince me.
For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. But a part of me was suspicious. Does this perfect life have a price?
And I could admit that I had an answer to this question.
Yes, and the price to pay was to be the mistress of a married man.
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