One Night With The Millionaire

Chapter 4

Martina

Margot comes up behind me

"Miss, what you just did with Miss Dania is completely inappropriate. You must behave. I doubt Mr. Vincent will have the same considerations that Mr. Oliver just had with you." She looks angry, and Tamara smiles mockingly.

I avoid rolling my eyes. How is it possible that they have to put up with a woman like that? I swallow everything I have to say and just nod.

"Sorry, Mrs Margot, it won't happen again," I say, and she still looks at me annoyed.

"I'm sure of that," she says, turns her back on me, and leaves.

Tamara approaches me, still with her mocking gesture and air of superiority. I huff to myself; she does the same as I do in this house.

"You've got a month, tops," she says and leaves laughing. I'm about to reply, but Veronica stops me.

"Sweetie, you've already had a problem today. Don't pile on more, please."

I sigh. She laughs.

"Girl, don't be stubborn. Come on, let's prepare dinner," she says, reminding me of my mom's scoldings.

I smile at her and go with her. Darling left after giving me a kind smile.

I help Veronica with dinner. She shows me the dishes she's preparing today. She's a good woman.

"Today I only prepared food for Mr. Oliver and us," she comments. I nod while preparing the salad.

***

"Vero, I'll have dinner early today. Don't wait for me tonight," Mr. Oliver speaks from the kitchen entrance.

He glances at me discreetly, and I avoid his gaze; it sends a shiver down my spine. He's wearing light blue jeans and a black button-up shirt. He's definitely very attractive.

"Oliver, when will you settle down?" Veronica says to him in a reproachful tone.

He laughs mischievously. "Maybe when the right one comes along." He looks at me, and my cheeks have warmed up.

Veronica looks at me and then at him, raising both eyebrows.

Oliver smiles, turns around, and leaves the kitchen.

"That boy just goes from club to club. I hope he finds the right one," Veronica says, tasting a bit from the pan. She glances at me sideways.

"He's a womanizer. I don't think he'll ever be serious with anyone," Darling enters, catching our attention, and goes to take something from the pantry.

"Girl, if I were 20 years younger, believe me, I would have already sneaked into his room, no strings attached, and the next day if I saw him, I wouldn't remember. I would enjoy it even if I'm not the right one," she gestures carefreely, making me laugh.

"Mom!" Darling reprimands her mother.

"Daughter, you have to enjoy life. Don't be so closed off. What if on one of those passionate nights, you find the love of your life and he's as handsome as young Oliver?" Darling rolls her eyes.

"Well, take the dinner to young Mr. Oliver."

"I'll take it," Tamara enters, with a couple of buttons of her blouse undone, showing her cleavage. Veronica looks at her with narrowed eyes but says nothing.

Tamara takes the tray, and I carry another. I follow her out. She serves and smiles coquettishly at him. He thanks her with a nod.

I set the juice on the table, and he gives me a kind smile, which I return. Tamara immediately becomes serious. We return to the kitchen, but on the way, she speaks.

"A man like him would never notice someone like you," she points at me from head to toe.

"And someone like you, would he?" I ask, looking at her indifferently, stopping my steps and crossing my arms.

She laughs and with her hand moves her ponytail from front to back.

"You'll see," she continues her steps, and I roll my eyes.

We arrive at the kitchen and have dinner, talking with all the staff. They have difficult life stories but have moved forward. I admire them.

When we finish, everyone goes to their room. They all live in.

I reach my room. There's a TV, so I turn it on and call my family. They cheer me up even though my mom cries. It breaks my heart. I say goodbye to them and my little guy, then I call my aunt.

"Daughter, how was your first day? They're not those weird millionaires or anything like that?" She asked softly.

"No, Aunt, I met the owner's brother and he's a good person," I smile, remembering what he did for me today.

"And is he handsome?" Amelie chimes in on the call

I laugh, "yes, he's very handsome," I say and hear a little scream.

"Sweetheart, no, no, and no, nothing with those millionaires," my aunt speaks very seriously. "Those people and us don't mix."

"But Mom," Amelie chimes in.

"I know, Aunt, don't worry," I say to reassure her.

I show them my room, we hang up, I take a shower, change into pajamas, and go to bed.

Thinking about what Veronica said about a night with the most attractive man I've ever seen, I shake my head. Tamara is right, someone like him wouldn't notice someone like me.

In the middle of the night, I wake up, it's hot and I'm thirsty.

I step out in a pair of small shorts and a white top, everywhere is dark, only the garden and pool lights are on.

I walk quickly, reach the kitchen, take a glass and pour myself some water, I drink it slowly while looking at the garden, and then I hear something in the pool.

I leave the kitchen, approach the pool, and see young Oliver swimming. I stay mesmerized watching him from a hidden spot, he gets out of the pool, water droplets running down his muscular body, he's like a dessert, tempting and undeniably desirable.

I think these years of celibacy are affecting me at this moment, I see him lie down on one of the chairs and cover his face with an arm.

What's happening to me? I've been ignoring guys for years and now I can't stop looking at this man.

I make noise stepping on some leaves, I tense up and mentally scold myself, I see him move and I run as if the devil is chasing me.

I return to the kitchen, avoiding turning on the light,

I drink water again, waiting for him to go to his room so I can walk peacefully.

I sit at the large marble table in the center of the kitchen, moving my legs impatiently and I see him enter, Sweet Jesus! I hope he didn't see me, I pray in my mind.

"Miss Vasquez," he says and smiles mischievously.

"Mr Oliver," I say looking at him but immediately my eyes shift direction, and he lets out a soft chuckle.

"I must be older than you and you call me young."

"It's the most appropriate," I say looking at his perfect face.

"Call me Oliver," he says and I immediately shake my head

"It wouldn't be appropriate," I repeat my response with different words, he gets a little closer to me and looks at me, his eyes visible by the outside lights, I swallow hard, he makes me nervous.

"Then do it when we're alone," he places his hands on either side of my hips, his palms resting on the table, his eyes roam over my face, my breasts, hips, and legs, and I feel myself blush.

He touches the tip of my nose with his finger and leaves with a smile.

My body reacts to him in a way I don't understand.

I get off the table, walk to my room and sleep, trying to shake off all the sinful thoughts that this guy causes in me.

***

During the day he looks at me from afar and smiles, and I smile back.

The following nights are the same, a crazy impulse makes me go to the kitchen and he arrives for our meeting. We don't talk, we just look at each other, and he smiles with a flirtatious grin.

I laugh with closed lips and shyly, but tonight he gets a little closer, raises his hand and places a strand of hair behind my ear.

I smile blushing, he caresses my lips and looks at them, we hear a noise, and I tense up, he quickly leaves the kitchen, but before he does, he winks at me.

I see Darling enter

"Can't sleep either?" she asks, taking ice cream out of the fridge

"No," I say, my nerves now calmed

"Let's eat ice cream," she sits next to me and hands me a spoon.

"Mmm, what a delight," I say tasting the ice cream.

"Here there will always be the best of the best," she says, scooping more from the ice cream tub.

"Why can't you sleep?" I ask with curiosity, it's very late.

"I have an exam tomorrow and I'm a little nervous," she shrugs

"Can you study while you're here?"

"Yes, Mr. Vincent is very kind; he pays for the education of those of us who want to learn, but we have to maintain good grades, or else he stops supporting us. You can complete the trial period and then talk to him," I'm excited at the possibility of being able to study.

"That would be great," I say with a smile, and she smiles too.

"Everyone here is great except for Tamara, who's unbearable, and Miss Dania. Tamara acts like she owns the place and spends her time flirting with young Oliver, but even though he's into one-night stands, he's never given her any attention, and Miss Dania, who's after Mr. Vincent, is really unpleasant," she says with a bit of anger

"I noticed she's not pleasant," she laughs.

"Is Mr. Vincent seeing her?" I ask, if he is, I'm doomed.

"No, he just cares about her because she was Mrs Eliza's best friend, we've never seen anything romantic between them."

I nod, but I don't know what will happen when he finds out what I did to Dania.

"I'm worried about what will happen when she tells him what I did," I say, looking down.

"Young Oliver will vouch for you, don't worry. They're both good guys, although Mr. Vincent is more serious," I slowly exhale.

"Well, try to get some sleep; we have to be up early. Good night," she says, getting off the kitchen table, smiles kindly at me, and leaves.

I head to my room, thinking about what happened with Oliver. He said to call him Oliver. Why not consider the craziness of a night with him? Martina, are you losing it? I scold myself.