Desiree's POV
He's finished painting my figure after an hour, and I want to take a look for it, but he doesn't want me to. He simply placed it in his lengthy secret box and barred anyone from accessing it. When he noticed me coming towards him, he chewed his bottom lip and asked, "Do you want to eat something?" He asks me a question, and his voice is warm, deep, and soothing.
"What do you mean?" I wonder since I'm not sure whether he's talking dirty with me or not.
He chuckles softly, I don't see him smiling anywhere, he looks serious outside with his employee and now he is genuinely laughing at my nonsense question.
"Are you okay? I am just asking if you want to eat something or maybe you are thinking of something different to eat." He said and drew me closer to him, he smelled my hair and said, "Gosh, you smell good." I don't touch him, I just stand like a paralyzed human being in front of him. "Yeah, maybe I want to eat something."
He look at me with a sparkling eyes, "Do you want to eat my-"
"I want to eat a carbonara." I said. I saw his face became disappointed with what I said.
I look at him with curious eyes, what have I done? I moved and pushed him gently.
"Yeah, I will cook." He just nodded his head and took me outside of the secret room.
"Just wear it if you're cold," he says, seeming serious as he hands me the cardigan.
"Thank you?" I mumbled and followed him into the kitchen. My eyes were astounded by what I saw, because his kitchen appeared to be the same size as my own bedroom. Big and elegant kitchen.
"Wow, it's a wonderful kitchen you've got there." I remarked this as I sat down in a chair.
"Really?" He scoffed at me, he prepared the things for cooking. I wonder why he doesn't want any maids in his house. His mansion is thrice bigger than my parent's house and he only has guards outside and one driver.
Maybe he doesn't like to have a lot of people here inside his lonely mansion.
Or maybe he takes a lot of girls here and no maids can witness what he is doing for the sake of his reputation.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Next time, call me by my first name, Desiree, and don't treat me like a stranger; we've already had sex."
I parted my lips and lowered my gazed towards him, until now I feel so shy when he told me that we had sex.
"So you can ask me something, only one question at a time."
"Why did you hire me when you are rich and handsome? I think you can have all the girls you want and you always get what you want in life." I said and took a deep breath when our gaze met.
"How will your life be now if I choose them?" He scoffed and made a reasoning statement with his head shaking.
"I don't know, maybe I am working my ass off but even if I am working, I can't pay the bills of the hospital bill and the mortgage of my parents, now the bank will take our house, so maybe if you don't offer me a job, I am working now as a female escort."
His face darkened with my last sentence. "No, you will not work as a female escort again," he stated emphatically as he continued to prepare my carbonara. When he's cooking for me, he looks so hot; no other guy has ever done anything like this to me, and he acts as if he's my first at everything.
"Okay if you say so.," I said while smiling.
"Because I am paying you." He said, Yes, he pays me, and that is the terrible truth; perhaps I should believe I am working for him and not consider him as a friend; it is hard to hear the fact that after graduating from a prestigious university, I work for him to give him sex; it may sound dirty, but it is the truth to survive.
Like I studied hard and ended up like this.
"However, when my father awakens from his coma, we will put an end to this." I sniffed because I can feel the hot tears on my eyes wanting to fall, but I'm keeping them back because I don't want him to see me sobbing and think I'm an emotional woman and overreacting with things.
"Sure, no problem with that Desiree. There's always a time for that." He said and placed the carbonara on my table.
"And now we are going to share the food." he added with a smirk.
"Yeah…" I mumbled.
He handed me a fork and he took a table napkin, two glasses and asked me what I wanted to drink as he opened the refrigerator, and now I am confused about him. Sometimes he offended me and now he makes me feel special. I dont know what to believe anymore, or maybe I am just imaging things and he just want me to feel at home in his house because i am the one who can be his sex releiver.
"What do you mean by sex reliever?"
He looked at me, he blinked twice yet slowly. His golden brown eyes are what makes him hot and attractive to my eyes and everything about him, yet I don't want to assume things.
"Imagine this…I have stress, anxiety and too much pressure." he began to explain to me,
"And you came to my life, you heal me, I mean having sex with you was a relief to me. Thats why I offered you to be my sex reliever, because you are the only one who can make me feel better about myself." He said.
I was shocked when he said that.
I am speechless.
"So you are only mine, nobody can have a taste of your body but me." He now comes out as aggressive, which I appreciate. I'm anxious at times, but hearing those words from him helps build confidence in me.