The dashing looking man settled in the upholstered wingback chair. A pineapple punch made with a twist by another associate who was dressed in a long loose collarless shirt with a half coat and cotton trouser-like bottoms. The tray that he offered to him had the cooling towel that was folded and rolled in style along with the glass of welcome drink.
In the meantime that he was relishing the drink, it had come to my mind to check for the packages with the receptionist so that I could offer him the latest one with the correct rate as the rates had been recently changed as the demand in the market had increased.
It was a great museum with the associates wearing different dresses from around the world every day. Only the interns had to be in black trousers and white shirts, and there were the ones who had to be on their toes and always did the running around.
That was such a fun time when I learned so many things, but sadly, I don’t miss it because I am very happy to be where I am right now. And that is the car as I am going back home from the hospital after the last appointment with my doctors. Even though I am not perfectly fine, let’s say that I am growing old with one thing after the other in my body acting up.
Initially, I had thought of checking up with the doctor for the persistent back pain that I have been having for a while, and since I was anyway going to come to the hospital for my appointment with the orthopedic doctor, I also thought of getting a full-body check-up done. I have been putting up with PCOD since my late teenage years and have had a constant complaint of delayed periods almost always with very little bleeding.
Now that I am fed up of getting myself checked back and forth, a well-deserved break is much needed keeping in mind my husband’s busy schedule as well. Of late he rarely gets enough time for himself, and that is why he is irritated most of the times. I am aware that a new project that he has been planning is finally going to come to life this year, but he must maintain a work-life balance.
This takes me back to the time when he disappeared from the museum’s waiting area while I was checking up on the ongoing rates of the packages at the reception area. I went looking for him, and I saw he was about to open the staff door. I ran at full speed to stop him from doing that.
On reaching a little closer to him, I said, “Sir,” a little loudly to stop him from opening the door. He stopped and turned around to wait for me to get closer to him. His smile lurked on his very handsome face.
“You can’t go there, Sir,” I obstructed.
He took a deep breath that looked like he was calming himself down. But I didn’t say anything at which he should be getting angry. I had pointed out a basic rule to him that was guests were not allowed in the staff area and the door that he was opening was leading to the staff area. So, I stood over there as I smiled a little for him to know that I didn’t mean to offend him if by any means he felt like that.
“My dear, I can go anywhere I want. I am the new owner of this place,” he responded.
I didn’t know how to react to that as I was obviously feeling stupid. Neither did the two associates, one at the desk and the other one who served him the drink, tell me about him being the owner. I wanted to clear the air, so I simply apologized, “I am very sorry, Sir. My bad that I wasn’t aware. Please forgive me.”
“Only on one condition,” he said and looked at my name batch to check my name. He focused on it a little too long, and because it was resting on my breast, it made me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe it took him time to get the pronunciation of my name as most of the people have a problem with that.
He continued as soon as he wanted to possibly give it a shot. He looked up at me as soon as he asked, “Olivia?”
I nodded my head and replied, “Yes, sir.”
It felt a little nice to me on hearing my name correctly from a guest. Oops! From the owner of the museum that I was working for. He was the only person in the past three days to have pronounced my name absolutely right.
Once he had my approval on the way he said my name, he added, “Only on one condition, Olivia. You will have to take me around the property.”
Denying such a request from the owner of the place where I worked was impossible. I agreed to show him around as I answered, “It will be my pleasure, sir.”
We both smiled at each other, and as I held the door for him to enter the staff entrance of the lobby, he walked in and complimented, “Nice name, by the way!”
Being complimented by the owner in such a nice way by his very sexy voice made me feel electrified.
Now when I remember it, I can easily say that it didn’t feel as it should have felt. It somehow ignited a spark between both of us, and his smile could clearly tell me that. I showed him around the back-side of the museum, and before he departed from the museum, he handed me a chit as we shook hands to bid goodbye to each other.
Things with me were going pretty much exciting, and as I was given a chit secretly while shaking the owner’s hand, it certainly added to my exhilaration. That was the first movie-like experience which happened to me in my boring life. Everything from then on changed which eventually landed me to where I am at present.I am brought back to the present time where the driver has stopped the car at the traffic signal and all the other cars are also waiting for the light to turn green. I look around and be grateful to be in such a happy place. This city is over the top beautiful with such interesting buildings, mountains, beaches, it is all there over here. I am excited to reach home and meet my wonderful husband who will be back home in a couple of days.Meeting him at the start when I made the best of the option that he had opened out in front of me. I rushed to the washroom as soon as he had left, just to open the chit and see what was w
I knew he would have eventually asked to meet, but the way he did it then was appealing. Some help in packing all my stuff and moving it to the new apartment of mine would have made my work easy at that point. But because I was moving from living alone to living with roommates, I was a little embarrassed to let him know about it.That decision of mine would help me save some money as a reserve for my future. I was young and still learning to manage my finances back then. There was a need of mine that couldn’t be met, and that taught me to have some money to take care of times like that.Not knowing how to say no to the owner of the place where I was working at that time, I found it very difficult to reply to him, and thus, I took a long time. But on getting another message from him, I immediately responded to him.Mr. Lozano: You taking so long to answer doesn’t give me a good feeling. Do you want my help thi
Charles and I settled in the living room that only had a convertible couch while his helpers packed my clothes and books in the bedroom. I was embarrassed to serve him juice in the stainless steel glass when he said he was thirsty, but he picked it up from the tray like it didn’t matter to him at all what kind of glass he was being served the juice in.Someone who must have never drunk in any other glass except for the finest quality tumbler made with the best available material was drinking water in a stainless steel table glass because that was all I had at home. But he didn’t make any deal out of it, and that was another thing of his that appealed to me quite much.There are some people who are too lost in their so-called world that they lose touch with reality and don’t realize that many people are not on the same boat as theirs. There are middle-class people and low-class people as well who live just as fine in the thi
His question had sparked a feeling in me as it had never happened before. Hell yes! I wanted to move in with him, but I had no freaking clue how it would turn out to be. I was sitting on the couch and looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that he actually invited me to live with him. I stood nowhere in comparison to him. Talking was one thing, but living together with him was a completely different thing.Not wanting to mess it up from there, keeping quiet was a better option for me. Every time I opened my mouth impulsively, I spoiled things. So, that was a chance for me to think before I talked as an opportunity like this to live with a billionaire was inconceivable.If I agreed and moved in with this very fine man, based on his status, would I be considered his friend? He didn’t need any kind of financial help to let out his house to me. Then why would he ask a stranger he met just a week ago to come and live with him?
The entire shifting that included packing and unpacking was done by his servants. I later realized that they weren’t his assistants but his servants. He had one assistant, Edward Matthew, who I met when I was entering Charles’s mansion. He came to greet his boss and give him feedback on something that I didn’t understand then.Edward, who continues to be his assistant till the present date, is an average-looking guy, but he is amazingly smart in organizing things for Charles. He makes everything look so easy for him and does most of his work at the office and also at home. He is with us twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week and stays in the staff accommodation which is also a part of the mansion.When I saw the staff quarters for the first time that I entered Charles’s home, I was super impressed with how big they were and the facilities that were provided to them. Charles himself had taken me for a round in the
Mr. Lozano: I will be coming home a little late, Olive. I’m in the office for an important discussion. Love you, sweetheart. Take care, and please don’t wait for me to eat. Bye!Charles’s message buzzing on my phone brought me back to the present, where a servant has just entered my room with my lunch. I am more comfortable being in my room and eating than ten people staring at me while I eat at the dining table. I have never been comfortable in pretending to be at my best, but I have tried to always do my best.Home is your private space, and I am used to being completely free at home. It’s been so many years, but I am not used to being under someone’s watch all the time. I love being by myself. More importantly, I miss the way I used to live before without any limitations and restrictions. Not having to think about whatever I plan on doing was the best for me.Roaming around
On opening the door, I saw cheerful faces of Charles and a very beautiful lady who was sitting with him on the couch and listening to him talking when I entered the house. But if the lady was his love interest, why would he get her to meet me? She must be an important lady to him, I thought, with how close both of them seemed to me.“Olive, meet Erica, my best friend,” said Charles.Best friend? I felt weird to some extent because if she was his best friend, then why didn’t he ever mention her to me in all the two months that I had been there with him? Was there a new best friend scheme going on somewhere?Suddenly, after two months his so-called “best friend” appeared out of nowhere, and I was naturally feeling jealous of her. Had Charles confessed his love to me, meeting his best friends would have still been fine. But he seemed as happy with her as he had been with me in the time we had spent together,
The next morning was very depressing because I didn’t have college and also no shift I had to report for. So, I kept myself tucked in bed refusing to let go of my laziness. Even though I understood that it was making me feel worse thinking about what others would think about me because I was living with Charles, I did not want my image to go for a toss in people’s minds.Knowing that they could think of me as a gold digger without being aware of the actual bond that I shared with Charles was not making me feel good about myself. I have never wanted to be given that title, but it was then I learned that everything in life came with a positive and a negative. The way we perceived something made all the difference because in reality things might differ quite from what we think about it in our minds.My search to find an affordable house at a better location and closer to college had been on since the day I settled in here with Charl