=-Bethany's POV=-
However, my old truck decided to stop working! The women looked at me worriedly, and I could see their desire to help. Once again, I went out of the truck to check what was wrong, when a service van stopped. I read the label, and it belonged to the charity. I smiled at the missionary who came out first, and she smiled back.
“Is there something wrong?” She asked.
“My truck seemed to be not working,” I replied. I pretended that it was not a big deal but then my child cried loudly. “Excuse me,” I said before going to check on my daughter. She was probably hungry, so I nursed her first before getting out of the truck again. This time, I carried my baby with me.
“Cute,” the missionary said, and I just smiled in response.
“I heard that you are in need of a place to stay, but unfortunately, we are full,” she began to explain and I just nodded my head. “However, we can watch for your child while you look for a job. What do you think?”
“Wow, thank you, Sister!”
“Come inside, and join us for a meal,” she invited me, and when I glanced at the women, they also nodded their heads.
Inside, we talked about random things, and then one of the missionaries mentioned a man who was looking for a housemaid. I had no experience working as a maid but I believed I could do it! I needed money for my daughter’s needs!
“If you are interested, I can call him right now, then maybe you can immediately proceed for an interview,” she announced, and the feeling of excitement rushed through me.
As a rogue, it was difficult to find a job, and being a housemaid to a rich household could be a blessing. “Yes, I am interested!”
“Good. I will call him right now,” the missionary said, and I smiled at everyone.
Finally, it seemed that a great opportunity has landed in front of me. I took a deep breath to calm down because I got really excited especially when she mentioned my estimated wage. When she returned, I was hoping to hear a piece of good news.
“He is coming to pick you up,” she announced.
“Right now?”
“In five minutes. Be prepared,” she replied.
Five minutes? I couldn’t believe that I only had five minutes to stay with my daughter! I glanced at my bundle of joy, and I felt like crying. When I looked at the women, they gave me an assurance that my daughter would be in good hands, but I was still nervous about it.
“She will be fine,” the missionary assured me too, but I couldn’t help but become worried about the situation. I just met them, and leaving my daughter in their hands was too risky!
However, in my current situation, I couldn’t keep her safe all the time! My daughter needed a home and she couldn’t just live with me on the truck forever! “Thank you for your help,” I told them.
“Don’t worry. Your employer will also let you come here anytime as long as you are not occupied at work. You should get ready now, he’s coming,” she said.
While waiting for the employer, I nursed her to sleep, and while doing it, I couldn’t help but cry. When I heard that a car stopped in front of the charity house, I tried to suppress a cry. The missionary came with me outside, and she also introduced me to my employer. After a few minutes of exchanging pleasantries, the man asked me to get into his car because he was in a hurry.
I wasn't surprised to see a magnificent mansion when he entered a gated property. It was constructed with grey bricks and walnut wood as decorative materials. Tall, rectangular windows complemented the overall design of the house and were installed in an asymmetrical pattern. The roof was high and slanted to one side, and it was covered in black ceramic tiles. There were two small chimneys on the tower's side.
"Welcome to my home," he said as he parked his car in front of the main entrance. “Did Sister Martha tell you that I need someone to prepare my meals and everything?”
“She only told me about being a maid, but she didn’t say anything about doing everything,” I responded.
"What's the difference? By the way, if you don't want to work as my maid, you can be my woman."
I convinced myself that he was far too attractive to be a jerk! "Do you think I'm crazy?" I snapped, temporarily forgetting I wasn't an Alpha’s daughter anymore.
"I'm just giving you a choice," he explained.
"So, I have to choose between being your maid and your whore," I concluded in a low, barely audible voice, but he obviously heard me. "You're a heinous and arrogant jerk, sir!"
"That sassy attitude you have when you're broke will make me reconsider," he said while shaking his head. He then chastised me, and I immediately lowered my gaze to the ground, realizing he was correct.
“I really need a job for my daughter’s needs,” I told him.
"As I previously stated, I require the services of a maid," he stated again.
I wasn't sure if I could complete the task. But I was in a situation where I didn't have a choice. In any case, it's only for a few months. "All right," I said, "I'll do it." I had no choice but to work as a housemaid, even though it terrified me!
“Are you sure? He issued a warning, "It will not be easy."
"Sir, I'll do my best."
"My name is Dale," he introduced himself.
"Bethany at your service, sir!”.
"Just call me Dale," he replied.
"By the way, Dale, how old are you?"
"Thirty-two," he said coldly. "How about you?"
"Nineteen,” I replied.
"Wow! You're lovely, and your legs are fantastic, but what I really liked about you are your eyes." It's both enticing and expressive. I'm curious how you'll look under me," he said.
I didn't understand what he said at first, but it wasn't until I blinked several times that it dawned on me. "I'll work here as your housemaid, and that's all. No touching or flirting or I will charge you with harassment."
"You can do that, but I am sure that Jacob will just dismiss it. What do you think?”
So, he was a friend of Jacob Summers. What a small world! “He can’t dismiss it with evidence,” I replied.
He groaned after that but remained silent. Instead, he hurried up to leave, but then remembered I was there, so he came to a halt. “There are several bedrooms to choose from. Simply select any of the bedrooms that appeal to you. I'll be right back," he said as he dashed out the door.
While I appreciated his generosity in not allowing me to sleep in the servant's quarter, I thought it was impolite for him to leave without briefing me on my responsibilities. Nonetheless, I obeyed his command, but then my curiosity got the better of me and I turned around to follow him. My eyes widened when he cupped the breast of a golden statue in the living room, and a door opened!
Dale probably heard my loud intake of air and turned around. I moved fast to hide but I was such in a hurry that I knocked something on my way back to the guest rooms. What was I thinking? I shouldn’t have followed him in the first place!
“Stop there, Bethany,” he called in a calm manner. I tried to ignore him, but he never gave me the opportunity to leave. "Stop or you'll be sorry!"
“I’m sorry, Mr Blackwell. I didn’t mean to pry into your business. I only followed you because you forgot to give me a key to the room,” I told him.
The man scoffed at my reasoning and he remained suspicious about me. "What did you notice?"
"Nothing," I lied once more.
"Are you certain?"
“No, hmm yes,” I stammered with my response because I wasn’t accustomed to lying.
“Tell me the truth,” he ordered.
“It’s too embarrassing to say it aloud, but I saw you having fun with the gold statue. Don’t you have a girlfriend, Dale?” As soon as he realized what I meant, his face turned crimson red.
“Shut up!” Dale was enraged when I told him the truth, and since I couldn't do anything about it, I just shrugged.
"I would be grateful if you could show me to my bedroom." I am not in the mood to argue, and if you want me to cook for you, you'll let me take a nap."
Dale tried to keep his cool by closing his eyes, but his nostrils flared when I threatened to leave. "Of course, you can do that,” he agreed.
"Thank you," I said, but he probably didn't hear me.
I just shook my head, amazed that I had the misfortune of working with such an impossible man! When I opened the door to the guest room, I was excited to try it. It has been a long time since I slept in a comfortable bed, but as soon as my back hit the soft mattress, I remembered my daughter at the charity house.
The bedroom was completely furnished with contemporary fixtures. The design was striking, and despite its size, the space felt cozy thanks to the numerous seating areas and the stunning four-poster bed. I noticed access to the garden as I walked towards the window. He was kind enough to let me use a lovely room with access to their garden. I really appreciated it.
Before I plopped my tired body into the huge bed, I stretched my muscles. It was still early morning when I left the mansion, and I had to travel south until I found a suitable town for hiding.
At the very least, I didn't meet him by chance. He'd be rewarded soon for his assistance, but in the meantime, I had to enjoy my new life...as his maid.
Maybe I was exhausted because the moment my body hit the bed, I fell asleep! I was supposed to set an alarm, but I was too tired to get out of bed. I'll leave it up to fate if I wake up on time.
When I awoke, it was past dinner time, and I was terrified that Dale would dismiss me. When I arrived, my boss was already in the kitchen, and he frowned when he discovered that his food had not yet been prepared.
I apologized for being late, and he simply snorted in response. "By the way, I didn't see anyone else. Where is your wife?”
He replied, "I don't have a wife."
“You don’t have a wife? But I saw a woman earlier,” I told him.
“Probably one of the sluts,” he replied coldly.
“How many sluts are living in this house?”
"Don't ask unless you want to be one of them," he said. “I will just go out for dinner. Just eat whatever you will find in the pantry. By the way, try to make something different and delicious for breakfast," he instructed.
"All right, boss!"
On the next day, I tried to do my job so that he wouldn’t think about firing me. Landing a job when I have just given birth would be challenging, so I had to control my temper around Dale, and I would do my best! I approached him after I finished doing the dishes. He looked at me with indescribable emotion in his eyes.
"Why don't you massage my back?"
When he gave his order, I thought he'd gone insane for a split second. I looked at him, expecting him to retract what he said, but he remained calm as if requesting a massage from a housemaid were commonplace. What a despot!
"Why?” I inquired.
"Because I'm tired," he explained.
"Then get into bed, take a hot shower, and sleep!" I suggested that he take a hot shower to help him loosen up his tense muscles. I was about to leave but he appeared exhausted.
“Fine!”
He looked up to me, pleased that I had given in to his demands, but I promised myself that it would only be once! I approached him and began massaging his shoulders. As I touched them, they stiffened.
"Back massage," he said again.
"I don't want to hurt your back.”
"Oh my goodness, Bethany. Don't be shy; get started!"
He moaned as I gently pressed my fingers against his temple. It sounded like the sound he made when he was with a woman. I finished massaging his head and got ready to leave.
"Did I tell you to stop?" he asked, looking at me as if I'd made a big mistake.
I was supposed to answer his question, but I was drawn back into his jet-black hair, which was silky and smooth to the touch. Despite the fact that I had already distanced myself, the scent of his shampoo lingered on my nose, and I wondered what was wrong with me. There was something in him that I couldn't ignore since we arrived at his place.
I needed to take a deep breath and relax. Slowly inhale and exhale. I went through the process again before regaining control. "I'm tired, too," I said, but when he looked at me, I regretted my choice of words.
"Should I also give you a massage?"
His gazes darted around my body, scaring the crap out of me. It was terrifying, but I couldn't let him smell my terror! "Forget it, Dale. A quick shower will undoubtedly be beneficial. Please excuse me," I said as I walked away without looking back.
"Stop right there!" He yelled.
"What exactly is it?"
He sauntered toward me instead of responding to my question. I became concerned that he would use force against me. I yelped in pain when he grabbed my wrists. "What makes you so arrogant?"
I averted my gaze because I couldn't bring myself to meet his brown eyes. They're penetrating my soul as if they're reading all of my secrets. "Just so you know, saying no is not a sign of arrogance." "Can't I say no when you're attempting to infringe on my rights?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"You were insinuating to make me your sex slave!"
“What? Why on earth do I need a sex slave?"
Dale didn't give me a chance to respond; instead, he dragged me to the golden statue. He cupped its breast and a secret door opened, and the brought me with him. I was completely taken aback to see a lot of women behind the secret door!
“Your women?”
“Mine and Jacob's as well,” he answered.