I walk back home, with a cheque of 70, 000 dollars and the title of a mistress. Was it worth it? I don’t know.
I reach home and call Morty.
“ Hello, you can pick up your money. I’m sorry for the delay. “ I whisper and then put the phone down.
He arrives in 10 minutes and takes the cash.
“ How did you get this money?” He asks
“ That’s not your business,” I state.
“ Whatever.” He says happily and leaves with his money. I hope he doesn’t come back now.
Tim jumps towards me. He gets bored in the house sometimes.
We play a little, watch some cartoons and then I get him ready for bed. After putting him to sleep I go to my bedroom and think about today’s events.
“ You’ll have to warm my bed every single night, you will always be available for me. And during this period you will not come in contact with any men- “ Mr. Noah puts out his conditions, his voice emitting authority.
“ I’m not in a relationship with anyone so I won’t be having sex with anyone except you, you can trust me on that one. “ I reply quickly.
“ Oh no sweetheart, I’m not talking about that. You will not talk to any man or come in contact with them, as long as you are my mistress. You see I am a bit possessive of my things. “ He says with an evil glint in his eyes, standing awfully close to me.
“ I’m not a thing but a human being. “ I object.
“ Doesn’t matter now. Your body is my property for the entire month. “ He replies carelessly.
“ As I was saying, you’ll be my mistress and work for me in this office at the same time. You’ll be my secretary. Make coffee, fetch me lunch, and so on.” He states.
“ And one more thing waitress, I hate disobedience and disrespect. Make sure you have no trace of that when appearing in front of me or else I’ll make you hate your existence.” He threatens, who does he think of himself to be, God?
I just nod to his unfair demands, this is more like slavery. But what other choice do I have?
“ What will be my free time in all this? “ I ask.
“ You probably won’t get any. In the morning you’ll be with me in my office and at night you’ll come with me. “
“ I… I have a brother I have to take care of, I can’t be with you 24/7, especially at night time. “ I state.
“ You do know your not the one making demands and neither are you in any position to do so. But I’ll compensate you for this one. I’ll come to your house whenever I feel like devouring you. That will be fine. “ He states his mouth now on my neck.
Leaving wet kisses, I try to step back but his other hand rests on my back holding me in position.
“ You smell so good. Didn't expect that from you, waitress. “ He puts out his opinion and that jabs straight through my heart. I push him away slightly.
“ I… I will be going then. “ I mutter and try to leave but he holds my hand.
“ Whose going to sign the contract then? “ He says chuckling.
In my state of vexation, I forgot about signing it. I hurriedly sign it and am about to leave before he stops me again.
“ Wait. “ He orders and I stop in my tracks, what now?
I look back to see him signing a cheque.
“ Here, 70, 000 dollars for the period of one month. You run away before the contract ends and I’ll sue you. “ He says handing me the cheque.
“ But,… we never talked about any money? “ I ask confused.
“ It is in the contract, I mean the gold digger should at least get her reward after all the effort she did, right? So here take your money. “ He says insulting me by calling me a gold digger.
I, anyways, shove the cheque in my bag and leave the office quickly.
On my way back I notice everyone’s dressing. Everyone is wearing expensive clothes, at least not the ones I got from a thrift store. Why is he even interested in someone like me? I’m not even pretty like those models. I reach home and spend my time with Tim.
The alarm clock wakes me up at 8, I brush my teeth lazily and then prepare breakfast. After eating my breakfast I open my phone to see a message from The Devil( Noah).
The message was sent late yesterday night. I slept before that so I was not able to see his message. My eyes bulge out after seeing his message.
Be there, at 5 am sharp.
Shit! I’m late. I make breakfast and feed Tim. I kiss Tim goodbye and ask the neighbor to check him once or twice if she can. She is a sweet lady in her mid-forties and usually doesn’t mind.
“ Be a good boy and try to create less of a mess, Tim. Last time it took me 3 hours to clean your mess. “ I state sternly.
“ I’ll be a good boy. “ He says with excitement.
“ OK then, I’ll bring you chocolate as a reward. “
“ Yayy. “ He exclaims, throwing his little hands in the air.
I lock the door and then run for work. I walk 15 minutes before I finally get the bus. It takes me half hour before I finally reach the office.
I rush in, the receptionist recognizes me and doesn’t say a thing. I go towards the lifts to see all of them are in use. Only one elevator with a wooden door is free. I look up to see it is labeled as a private elevator. I guess only the boss, Mr. Noah Enrique can use it. But hey, I’m his worker right, so he won’t mind. My presence won’t cause any damage to his elevator.
I jump in and press the 100 floors. After reaching his office I look up to see it is 10 o’clock.
He doesn’t acknowledge me, instead focuses on the screen.
I look at his appearance. He is wearing Jimmy Choo shoes, his necktie has gold lining while his suit is jet black. Everything about him screams money.
The scent of his perfume can be smelled from a distance. One can tell it is not the cheap ones I buy from the dollar store.
“ Will you stand there all day? “ He mutters, finally looking up.
“ Come closer. “ He orders and I walk towards him, standing right in front of his office table.
“ You do realize that you are extremely late. The time was 5 am, and now it’s 10 am. Rather than working, you are fucking standing there in your own dreamland. I hate tardiness, Emma. “ He shouts his voice booms in the entire office.
The level of his voice makes me feel scared. Why is he so angry?
“ I am sorry Mr. Noah, I read your message in the morning so I-“
“ It’s Mr. Enrique to you, and I do not want any lame excuse. And tell me one thing Emma, who allowed you to use the private elevator. Or did you somehow become the boss of this company and start making your own rules? “ He asks, extremely angry.
“ I was…late and all elevators were in use so I used that one. I’m sorry Sir. “ I apologize, shaken by the intensity of his anger.
“ This isn’t how it works in my office. Do you know I’ve been waiting for breakfast for so long? Go make me a coffee. The instructions are there, find the kitchen yourself and show me your pathetic face with my coffee only. “ He barks and I scurry away.
My heart is beating extremely fast. I take a deep breath and go to the kitchen. I see the instructions and start making his coffee.
But the problem is, I dislike coffee and I have never made one. I try my best and take it to him.
My hands shake, giving him his mug of coffee.
He takes one sip and throws the coffee on the wall. I flinch and my eyes get glossy.
“ What the fuck is this? You’re fucking useless, don’t you know how to make coffee. Fucking headache you are. “ He scolds, using a lot of curse words.
I just look down. Why’d he be so angry? Is it because I was late?
“ Do one thing right, fetch me breakfast from Montana, and be fast. “ He orders, frustrated.
“ What shall I order? “ I ask, scared that he might explode again.
“ Just say my name, they’ll know what to give you. “ He says dismissively, going back to his work.
I nod.
“ And one more thing, you’re not allowed to use any of the lifts at all. Every single time you mess up in this office, you will be punished. Use the stairs, I don’t care how much it tires you. “ He states not bothered by the fact that there are 100 floors and we are at the top one.
I just nod, what other choice do I have than to bear his anger and curses?
I chose it, I was dumb enough to blackmail one of the most wealthy and powerful men in America. Now I have to pay the price.