Ibha couldn't conjure what she had just agreed to. Being a slave to a man she loathed was something she never expected even in the wildest of dreams. "Is it the cat again?" Mrs. Walker's voice echoed from her room after hearing all the commotion.
"Good job, Ibha...the oldies must be very proud to have a sincere caretake," Armande whispered and withdrew his hand from her tresses. "Too bad you won't be serving them the way you'll serve me," he added with a devilish smile.
Ibha pursed her lips and turned to walk away when Armande grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "And where do you think you're going?" He whispered as he brought his mouth closer to her ear.
"I'm off duty for the weekend, I'm going back home," She replied curtly and turned her face to avoid his hot breath that teased her
