The rest of the day is spent cleaning the entire floor.
I have to mop the floors, dust the walls and the expensive decoration pieces.
“ A single piece is worth more than your entire existence. Do not break them “ He had advised in the same taunting manner.
Rather than that, I have to fetch the boss’s dinner at 7 pm.
I also have to mop the floor every single time someone comes in from the floors below.
Only moping takes me 2 hours as the floor is huge, cleaning the walls takes me another 2 hours while dusting takes me 3 hours as I have to be extremely careful.
I then clean the kitchen, cleaning any extra dishes, and then the dining room.
I finish at 6:50. Almost 7, I have to serve him dinner by 7, only ten minutes left.
I run as fast as I can down the stairs, my feet almost slipping but thank God I make it.
I pick up his dinner and then jog up the stairs in a hurry. I’m finally on the last few stairs when my foot slips, and my bone hits right on the hard tile.
It hurts a lot but the good thing is, I didn’t spill the food and it is still intact. I slowly cover the last few steps.
My left leg and foot painting. I serve the dinner on the dining table and limp towards his office.
“ Sir your dinner has been served. “ I mutter.
“ You’re 5 minutes late. Are you doing it on purpose to anger me? “ He asks, annoyed.
“ I’m sorry. “ I say, with my head down.
“ Anything else rather than your pathetic sorry? “ The boss asks, sitting back on his expensive chair.
I shake my head in a no. He sighs and then finally gets up. I follow behind him.
He eats while I stand aside, feeling a little hungry. I had breakfast at 8 and now it’s 7. Almost 12 hours since I last ate.
After he is finally finished with his work, he decides to end the day for himself.
“ I’m leaving, you can too. “ He says, picking up his laptop bag.
I limp towards the elevator but he stops me.
“ Did you already forget? You’re using the stairs for the whole day. “ He says as a matter of fact.
“ But work has ended. “ I argue.
“ Whose the boss here? “ He questions arrogantly.
“ You are. “ I whisper.
“ So you do what I say Emma, not the other way around. “ He barks.
I walk towards the stairs and slowly descend. He closes the stair door leading to his floor, I guess he is locking the entire floor now.
It takes me 30 minutes to finally reach the end with a painful foot and leg.
No bone is broken but it still hurts.
I then wait for a bus by the road. Everyone in this city drives expensive cars, luxury cars. It’s the city of the rich. But with all the light in this city, it is still dark for me and many more.
People going on and on for their work, people rushing here and there. It all seems meaningless to me.
What are they even working for? Does their work make them happy? Does the money they earn make them happy? I’d never know if money can make people happy or not.
Some people say money can’t buy happiness. So according to that statement. Some people have money, but not happiness. How is that bad?
At least they have one thing out of the two.
In my case, I have neither money nor happiness.
But there are people, who have happiness yet a small amount of money. Again, how is it bad? You have one thing out of the two.
I wish I had happiness, just a little bit. A teeny, tiny bit. For me, happiness would be someone who loves me a little. Life feels meaningless without love whether that love comes from your parents, family, or your significant other.
Taking care of Tim and his needs, I’ve forgotten If I even have any needs or if I need to be cared for.
I don’t believe I’ll ever find my happiness though. Not everyone gets a happy ending, that is just a Cinderella Story.
My thoughts end when the bus horns. I get on it and to my awesome luck, none of the seats are free so I stand the entire journey.
After that, I walk towards my home which takes me sometimes. I buy two chocolates, one for me and one for Tim.
Chocolates cure sadness.
I reach home and am welcomed by a hug from Tim. I make dinner, which is basically box mac and cheese and boils some veggies.
After we are done with dinner, I give chocolate to Tim. We eat our chocolate in peace, then I put Tim to bed.
The quantity was small, so I still remain hungry. I take out a piece of bread eat it just like that. Sadly, we’re out of Nutella.
As I’m eating through the tasteless piece, my tears start flowing and I break down. Today was bad.
He treated me like an animal like I don’t have feelings. He called me multiple names and I had no choice but to bear them all.
He is, after all, an important businessman, why would he care for the feelings of someone like me.
He talked better to John than he did to me though. John is just like me, an employee. But then again I’m not even an actual employee. I’m this useless girl who has no skill and is only there to fetch him stuff.
I’m after all a mistress, I should get used to this attitude. I have to bear it for the whole month.
Just then my bell rings. Who could it be? I look through the peephole to see it is my boss, Noah Enrique.
I wipe my tears hastily and open the door.
“ Sir, what are you doing here? “ I ask him.
He isn’t wearing his formal attire anymore. Instead is dressed in a shirt and jeans. He looks quite different yet handsome like always. Some people are blessed with everything, good looks, the money you name it, they have it. Noah Enrique is one of those people.
“ Did you forget you're my mistress? “ He questions with the same attitude.
“ No sir. “ I reply politely.
“ Then let me in. “ He orders, inviting himself in. He takes in the environment.
My house is quite small and not in the best neighborhood. I have a small T. V launch. It’s not filled with expensive rugs but it is cozy and gives you the homely feeling.
He sits on one of the sofas as if he owns it and not me. Wow!
The arrogance.
I sit on the sofa opposite it.
“ Can I finish this piece of bread before we progress to anything? “ I ask.
He just nods. I eat the bread slowly, dragging it as long as I can.
“ Is it that hard to eat? “ He asks.
“ No, I just am a slow… eater. “ I put out.
He stares at me intensely.
After it’s finally finished. He asks for my bedroom and I point it out.
We go in and he starts to take his clothes off. It’s happening!
“ Mr. Enrique, how about you settle down and I’ll go get a bath. All-day long, the work and stuff I haven’t showered yet. You wouldn’t want to have sex with someone who stinks right. “ I mutter, trying to get any excuse that can get me away from him.
“ Go. “ He huffs and I sprint to the bathroom. In order to prolong the bath, I prepare a hot bath. I dive deep into the bath and close my eyes….
I’m woken up by the bright rays of the sun penetrating through the curtains.
I look around to see that I am completely naked, and my legs hurt so bad.
Mr. Enrique is nowhere to be seen. I was in the bathroom and now I’m lying naked on my bed with my legs hurting. That can only mean one thing.
Mr. Enrique had sex with me last night in my sleep. How low can a person fall? He couldn’t ask me to get up. What things did he do to me in my sleep?
I start crying due to the many different scenarios coming to my mind. What if he took some naked photos too, what if he blackmails me with them. I lost my virginity in such a horrific way. I cry even more at these thoughts.
Mr. Enrique raped me while I was sleeping, and I can’t even tell anyone or take help from the police!