Chapter 7 Her maid’s son
Chapter 7: Her Maid's son
Allan quickly noticed something was wrong with Golden. She was struggling to breath and had tears slipping from her eyes.
"Golden, where is your inhaler?" Allan quickly asked as he led her to sit on one of the chairs.
"Calm down Golden, your agitation will only make it worse, so can you please relax a little and tell me where your inhaler is?" Allan said with a soothing voice as he rubbed her back, trying to get her to relax.
Florence walked in at that very moment, taking in the situation she rushed to the cabinet by the wall and brought out an inhaler for Golden.
Because Golden sometimes had episodes, she had inhalers scattered around the house in case of emergencies.
Allan collected the inhaler from his mother and puffed some into Golden's mouth.
He repeated it two more times and she gradually began to get herself.
"Miss Golden, are you okay?" Florence asked her voice laced with worry.
"I'm fine, thank you Florence, and I'm sorry I caused you to worry." Golden said as she shifted awkwardly on her seat, trying to put some distance between herself and Allan.
Allan understood and slowly stood up and went to stand beside his mother.
He was glad she was okay. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself if the situation had gotten worse, not after what he did to her a night ago.
"Ermm, Miss Golden this is my son Allan Renshaw, he's here to assist me with cleaning. In fact he will be accompanying me for the next one week." Florence said as she made a quick introduction.
"Allan, this is Miss Golden Nixon, my boss's daughter."
"I know who she is, we attend the same school and are in the same class." Allan said with clenched teeth.
What did his mother mean by he would be following her to clean for the next one week?
He thought it was just a one time thing. He wouldn't have cared if it were somewhere else.
How was he supposed to maintain his steeze in front of Golden? It was already bad enough that she now knew he was a cleaner's son.
He was supposed to come clean her house for the next one week?
He couldn't imagine what his classmates would think and say when they found out he was a cleaner's son and that he had to clean Golden Nixon's house.
Ocean-City University was already a brutal ground where even someone as rich as Golden was struggling to survive.
He had been putting up a facade and wearing the play boy persona just to max his own insecurities and hide his own secrets and that had been working well for him.
He couldn't let those rich brats know who he truly was. They were like vampires that smelt blood from a mile away.
Although he really didn't care what they thought of him, it would be too troublesome if he had to start warding off bullies like flies. Besides what he had going on was working well for him.
Trying to keep up with them was what made him take his mum's money and got him into this situation. Now he just had to think of how to get himself out of it.
Golden couldn't believe that Allan was Florence's son. She could have guessed anything else but this.
Florence was a very sweet lady and had been working for her family for as long as she could remember.
She figured that she would have kids but nothing prepared her for this. How can Allan be her son?
The Allan Renshaw, the hottest and coolest guy in Med school was her maid's son.
People would think she has lost her mind, not that she had anyone to tell anyways.
Golden stood up after some time and carefully went to pick up her phone from where it had fallen and tried to head back upstairs.
She turned to Florence "I was going to the kitchen, but I think I will just head back upstairs.
Please can you help me bring up a slice of cake and parfait. And help me inform Chef that I will be skipping breakfast? I really don't feel like eating anything." Golden said before continuing up the stairs.
She couldn't wait to get back into her room and hide away. She was getting tensed again just knowing that Allan was down in her living room and she didn't want to trigger another attack.
One attack was already embarrassing enough. Although she did see a different side of Allan when he led her to the couch.
He wasn't the indifferent Allan. He sounded a little caring when he was trying to get her to relax. The tone of his voice was soothing and his hands on her back felt good.
For the first time, Golden didn't see him as 'the play boy' he sounded like a real doctor trying to assure his patient.
His voice was steady and gentle, and his hands brought her some sort of release.
She could perceive his cologne as he leaned into her while trying to get her to calm down.
He smelled like oakwood and sandal. She could also perceive a hint of peppermint in his hair and she guessed he had probably washed his hair before coming to her house.
There was also a faint scent of tobacco mixed in there somewhere.
Golden didn't smoke because of her asthma and avoided areas where people smoked so it doesn't trigger her attacks. She didn't feel uncomfortable around Allan.
Somehow the scent of tobacco mixed with his cologne and shampoo made her strangely relaxed.
But then again she remembered how he stood her up last night and how she was mocked on Tiktalk live.
She felt like she had just been doused with a bucket of ice water.
Immediately she snapped back to reality and although she tried hard not to cry, her tear damn broke loose and she let her tears fall unrestrained.
She still hadn't figured out how she was going to face the whole school on Monday. And the cause of her troubles was standing right in her living room.
Golden picked up her phone and noticed that the screen had completely shattered due to the force it landed on the floor with.
She would have to go to the store to fix it.