Royals in Toledo

Chapter 7

To say I was in hell was an understatement. Not only was the weather scorching hot, but the people around me were also hot-headed. It all started on the bus. They were fighting over seats. The bus smelled different, with each person carrying their own food.

Unfortunately, the air conditioning was also broken, so everyone was sweating while waiting for the bus to depart. If only I could take a taxi or buy my own car to make my commute more convenient. The problem was, I didn't have enough money until payday. And even when I did get paid, I still needed to pay rent and buy my toiletries and food.

By the time I reached the workplace, I was drenched in sweat. My whole body felt sticky. I didn't have time to shower again, so I just wiped myself with a towel and changed into my uniform. I smelled like sweat, just like ordinary workers. I sighed heavily.

When I came out of the bathroom, I bumped into Carmen, one of our housekeepers.

"Oh, you're already here. I heard Maya is sick?"

"She's feeling a bit under the weather and dizzy, but she said she'd come in later," I answered her. The household staff are all kind and concerned for each other.

"Oh, really? Poor thing. I hope she feels better soon. By the way, we have some guests coming later, so we need to go to the market. Sir Aaron wants paella."

I turned pale upon hearing what he wanted to eat. Paella? I didn't know how to make it!

Carmen suddenly burst into laughter. "You look like you've seen a ghost with that pale face. You're not the one cooking. Sir Aaron knows you're still learning." She became serious and teasing. "But you know, you're quite lucky with him. He's nice to you."

"He's not like that with others, right?"

"Oh, no. He's not that terrible at all." Carmen rubbed her head in frustration. "It's difficult to put into words. On the other hand, he can be quite pleasant at times, but he is quite rigorous. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The only thing I did was nod, despite the fact that I had no idea what she was trying to communicate.

What I had to do first this morning was clean his room and change his bedding. I have to do this as soon as I get up. The sheets that Sir Aaron loves to use are those that have been freshly cleaned, and he wants his bedding changed every day. Even if it is the same in the palace, it does not happen every day. Every three days, unless the linens are really unclean, we change them out.

"Is he awake?" I asked Carmen.

"I think so, yes. Since I heard some rustling earlier, it is reasonable to assume that he is awake. It is typical for him to go to the gym at this time and work up a sweat from his workouts. Anyway, I have to get going. Please come to the kitchen at around 10 o'clock. Later on, the driver would take us to the wet market to buy the ingredients."

As soon as she left, I went to the linen cupboard to retrieve some new bedding. A buzzing sound could be heard coming from my direction as I made my way down the corridor toward Sir Aaron's chamber. There was no use in knocking on the door because Carmen informed me that he is typically at the gym at this hour. Immediately after entering the room, I made sure to shut the door behind me and then proceeded to set the sheets on a chair that was vacant. In the same manner as usual, the things that I cleaned the day before I went were already a mess once more.

Due to the fact that my sibling and I are both female, I have never in my life entered a room that was disorganized. The room that our parents occupy is always clean as well. It's only that my boss is incapable of putting his dirty clothing in the washing basket. Nobody else is in this situation.

I clenched my teeth and grimaced as I picked up the soiled underpants, and I scarcely wanted to touch them. As soon as I could, I tossed it into the laundry basket and then grabbed up the other items.

Oh my God! How many times does he change clothes and— panties? Why is there red underwear here in his room? Did he bring a woman?

I was irritated when I thought that he had done it. Considering that there is a motel nearby, there is no reason to bring her to his residence. Knowing for sure that they had s*x, there would be body fluids— I do not want to touch the lines now. I'm so annoyed! If it was up to me, I would simply dispose of the sheets in the garbage and then burn the trash with kerosene.

After leaving the room, I went through the motions of grabbing some disposable gloves. Even though the gloves had been worn, they would be sufficient because the sheets that I was about to remove were soiled. I was unable to locate the fresh ones that were still wrapped in plastic. Those linens are not going to come into contact with my hands. I was so shocked that I let out a startled yell when I came back.

"Why are you naked?!" I shielded my eyes with my hand.

I could hear him laughing. "Did you say naked? I have a towel covering my private parts at the moment. Would you like me to remove it so that you can see that I am naked?"

"Put some clothing on," I said to him without uncovering my eyes. "I don't understand why you are even here. You were supposed to be in the gym, right?"

"It is important to note that this is my room. There is nothing you can do to prevent me from remaining in my room if that is what I choose to do." He chuckled. "Are those gloves even clean to begin with? You might end up with an infection in your eye."

It was only at that moment that I recalled that the gloves had been worn and were really soiled. Horrible!