Holding on to You

Chapter Four: New battles

As the sun went down, I cast a glance at the wall clock, a smile of contentment spreading across my face. Nathan would be home soon. The anticipation of sharing dinner with his family sent me off to freshen up. To my surprise, the house staff had gone above and beyond to make my bathing experience memorable. The tub was filled with warm water, dotted with flower petals whose crimson hue beckoned me to step in. The air was perfumed with the ethereal scent of a luxurious bubble bath soap, a fragrance I was certain would linger on my skin for hours.

Delighted, I submerged myself into the fragrant water, reclining to relish its soothing embrace. For the first time, an unfamiliar face had extended an act of kindness towards me. It was a novel feeling, to be on the receiving end of such care and consideration.

After my bath, I slipped into a comfortable maxi dress. Comfort was my priority, given my uncertainty about the appropriate attire. As the clock chimed eight, my heart quickened its pace. It was time for dinner, a reminder echoed by my inner voice. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I made my way to the dining room.

The dining room was awash with a warmth that felt like a welcome embrace, the kitchen staff radiating beautiful smiles. Nathan, ever the chivalrous host, pulled out a chair for me next to him. A smile unfurled on my face, a silent thank you whispered under my breath. I moved to take my seat, but then a hand landed on my shoulder, halting my motion. I turned, my eyes locking with Veronica’s. She stood there, her figure draped in a maxi dress that was a mirror image of mine. Why was she still here? And at such an ungodly hour? I quickly dismissed my thoughts. I had no right to question her presence in the house. After all, I was merely a guest; an employee.

“That’s my seat,” Veronica’s voice cut through the air, sharp and icy. “Find another place to sit.”

“Veronica?” Nathan’s voice reverberated around the room, tinged with surprise. “I wasn’t aware you were still here.”

“I mentioned that I would be assessing Ms. Rayne’s suitability as a tutor for children, remember?”

“Yes, I remember,” Nathan replied, his tone steady, unflappable. “But we didn’t discuss an overnight stay, did we?”

“Nathan, you’re making me uncomfortable in front of our guest,” Veronica retorted, her eyes rolling dramatically. “It seems you’re not keen on having me in your house, so I’ll make my exit tomorrow.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Nathan chuckled, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Then what did you mean? You’ve never had an issue with me spending the night here until now.”

“You always had a valid reason to stay back, Veronica.”

“The welfare of the children is a valid reason to stay back.”

“Fine, you win,” Nathan conceded, a grin spreading across his face. He then turned to me. “Ms. Rayne, please, take a seat here.”

Nathan gestured to a seat next to him, but on the opposite side. Veronica’s brow furrowed at this, her eyes boring into me. She sighed, irritation clear in her demeanor. Nathan turned to her.

“Is there another complaint?” He asked, his tone blunt.

“That’s Felisha’s seat. No one should sit there except Felisha,” Veronica retorted. I looked at Veronica, my frustration mounting. She was deliberately trying to make me feel inferior, like I didn’t belong.

“Then where should I sit?” I asked, my tone sharper than intended; something that Nathan didn’t expect. He looked at me and I avoided his captivating gaze. Not this time, I thought, hoping he’d remember how much I detested being undermined.

“Sit at the other end of the table. You’ll be near the children. They are your priority after all,” Veronica replied, a smug smile blooming on her face. I desperately wanted to wipe it off, but I had to maintain my composure.

“There’s no need for her to go that far, Veronica. Felisha’s seat will always be hers. That won’t change overnight because of Ms. Rayne,” Nathan interjected immediately. He noticed my discomfort, and apologetically took my hand, guiding me to the seat I was previously forbidden to occupy.

I settled into my seat as Nathan turned to address everyone, “Who would like to say grace for us today?” he inquired.

“Me!” Charlene’s hand shot up, her enthusiasm palpable.

“Alright, Princess,” Nathan acquiesced, but Veronica had a different perspective.

“Ms. Rayne should do it,” she suggested, making Charlene frown.

“The child clearly wishes to do it,” I interjected, my gaze softening as I looked at Charlene.

“Or perhaps you’re simply avoiding the responsibility. What’s the matter? Don’t you know how to pray?” Veronica countered, her eyebrows arching in challenge. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t. I’ve heard quite a bit about you, Ms. Rayne.”

“I am capable of praying. However, Charlene has expressed her desire to do it today,” I clarified, meeting her gaze head-on. “Surely, I can’t rob a child of her joy just to prove a point to you, can I?”

Veronica was left speechless, ensnared in her own trap. I felt Nathan’s gaze on me and turned to meet it. His eyes twinkled with admiration as we shared a moment of silent understanding. Then he smiled, “Then it’s settled. Charlene will lead us in prayer,” he declared, his gaze shifting to his daughter.

Charlene’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling with the same intensity as her father’s. Her happiness sent a wave of warmth coursing through me, and I couldn’t help but smile genuinely. It was a joy to bring happiness to a child, I mused. Nathan, too, seemed impressed. Charlene was eloquent. I gently stroked her cheek, silently commending her. Nathan shot me a grateful glance, a silent approval of my gesture. Acknowledging children when they’ve done something commendable is crucial. It instills confidence.

Veronica swiftly served Nathan’s meal, leaving the responsibility of the children and I to the staff. She then helped herself, the children evidently not part of her plan. I sighed inwardly, wondering how she would manage the children if Nathan ever turned his attention towards her. Being with him implied being a mother to his children as well. With a smile, I dismissed the kitchen staff and took it upon myself to serve the children. Veronica glared, her expression contorted into a grimace. I met her gaze with an impassive one before shifting my attention away. She wasn’t worth my energy.

As we shared our meal, Nathan’s gaze found mine, his eyes as gentle as ever, “Red or white wine?” he queried.

“I prefer champagne,” I fibbed, grinning.

“That’s where we disagree,” Nathan replied with a smile.

“And I wonder how you would know.”

“I have my ways,” Nathan grinned, his hand reaching for my glass. He poured some red wine into it and gestured for me to take it. “This is more your style.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were psychic,” I beamed, thrilled that he had taken the time to discover my preferences. Perhaps he did it for his children; to understand the kind of person he was introducing into their lives. But this didn’t deter me. The mere thought of him knowing everything I liked and disliked sent a thrill down my spine. This was a man who knew how to make a woman happy.

Veronica suddenly erupted into a fit of coughing. I couldn’t help but grin, amused by her theatrics. She was feigning a cough to capture Nathan’s attention. And it worked. Nathan promptly poured her a glass of water, which she accepted with a hint of hesitation, her fingers intentionally brushing against his.

“Have some more,” Nathan encouraged after she took a sip.

“I’m fine now,” Veronica responded, a shy smile playing on her lips.

“I can’t believe you’re still such a clumsy eater,” Nathan teased her.

“No,” she laughed, a hint of embarrassment in her tone. “It was an accident.”

I couldn’t help but scoff audibly, drawing the attention of both Nathan and Veronica. I quickly feigned a cough, “I’m sorry,” I said.

Nathan smiled and handed me a glass of water as well. It wasn’t my intention to engage in Veronica’s game, but I couldn’t risk being found out.

“Thank you,” I replied in a softer tone. “You’re too kind.”

After dinner, I engaged in conversation with the children about their studies and then retired to my room. Veronica’s watchful eyes compelled me to move with caution. Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room. Crossing the space, I opened the door and found myself locking eyes with Nathan. His gaze swept over me, from head to toe, and I instinctively mirrored his scrutiny. Then it hit me—I stood there in my nightgown, a crimson two-piece adorned with delicate lace. My mouth hung open, torn between slamming the door shut or facing him head-on.

Nathan’s intense stare revealed his appreciation. He seemed enchanted, lost in his own reveries. What thoughts occupied his mind? I wondered, curious to share in them. Clearing my throat, I interrupted his musings.

“I was about to sleep,” I confessed.

“Forgive my intrusion,” Nathan replied, avoiding direct eye contact. “I want to talk.”

“Can we talk tomorrow? Sleep beckons,” I pleaded.

“Tomorrow,” Nathan echoed, his eyes locking onto mine. Something shifted within me —an inexplicable bliss. Vulnerability washed over me, yet I relished it. His gaze lingered, absorbing every detail of my being. The air thickened, each breath adding to the charged atmosphere between us.

“Tomorrow?” I pressed.

“Yes. Good night, Ms. Rayne,” Nathan reluctantly conceded.

Morning arrived, and I eagerly rushed to the window, drawing back the curtains. As I opened the window, the first sunrays kissed my face. When I gazed out, I was met with a breathtaking view of the backyard —a canvas adorned with flowers and an evergreen lawn. It felt like stepping into a fairy tale; the flowers beckoned to me, urging me to touch their delicate petals. I longed for that connection. Suddenly, reality intruded: the children’s school time awaited. I hurriedly showered, my mind racing with thoughts of the previous night’s incident.

Then came the familiar knock. Panic surged within me. “Ms. Rayne, are you still asleep?” Nathan’s honeyed voice reached my ears.

Silence gripped me. My heart raced, rendering me voiceless.

“Ms. Rayne,” Nathan persisted. I exhaled, swallowing hard, and finally found my voice. But before I could respond, the door swung open, revealing Nathan’s concerned expression. His eyes bore the weight of last night’s troubles.

“Good morning, Mr. White,” I stammered, avoiding eye contact.

“Good morning,” Nathan replied. I stole a glance, sensing the turmoil behind his gaze. “I’ll be taking the children to school and then heading to work. Do you need anything else besides the laptop? I can fetch it for you later.”

“A pair of socks,” I blurted out. Nathan’s eyes widened. Had my request been inappropriate? I wondered. “If it’s inconvenient, please don’t trouble yourself.”

“Is that all you require?” Nathan inquired. I nodded, realizing there was nothing else —at least not yet.

“Your home also needs a caretaker,” he continued, his gaze now softened with newfound fondness. “I’ll look into it when I arrive at work.”

“You’re too kind,” I replied gratefully.

“Remember to keep the children occupied after school.”

“But who will pick them up?”

“James will bring them home today.”

“James? Debra’s cousin?” Panic surged. “Mr. White, is it safe to meet him?”

“Calm down, Ms. Rayne. James is not a malevolent person. Besides, hiding only fuels suspicion.”

"I will wait for him," I assured him. He smiled, gazing at me for the last time, and left. I sighed with relief as the door shut and slumped on my bed.

As afternoon approached, panic crept in. It was easier said than done, I mused, recalling Nathan’s cautionary words. Then the sound of a car pulling up snapped me out of my reverie. James had arrived with the children. I waited patiently until they walked through the door. Their tight hugs provided a soothing balm for my anxiety. When I looked up, I beheld James—a good-looking man, but compared to Nathan, he fell slightly short. Nathan’s charisma and looks couldn’t be easily overshadowed, I thought.

“Sophia Rayne?” James inquired. I nodded briskly, and he took a seat. “I’m James. Did your boss tell you about me?”

“Yes,” I replied, gently patting the children. I waited for James to continue, but he remained silent. I summoned the children’s nanny and asked her to care for them. She smiled and led the twins away. Now that they were out of sight, I turned to James.

“I apologize,” I confessed, weighed down by guilt. “I honestly didn’t know Craig was married. He deceived me and several other women, you see.”

“Other women?” James raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. But Debra didn’t give me a chance to explain. I understand why, though. Even though I was unaware, I hurt her,” I replied sympathetically. “But how many women will she pay off to keep Craig all to herself?”

“Nathan was right about you,” James chuckled. “You fell into the arms of the wrong man. I’ll speak to Debra.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“Think nothing of it. I must take my leave now.” James stood and kissed the back of my hand just as Veronica entered the room. Her gaze devoured James as he walked past her toward the exit. Veronica then turned to me, and I knew my new battle with her had just begun.