11 Eleven

Duty!!!

This stupid word again. Its all I have been hearing for the past months. "You must do your duty" this sentence was never at the forefront of every speech given to me before. Yes, there were some filial duties required of me in the past but it was in relation to visiting.

It was never that I didn't want to visit home, rather the years have thought me that running a conglomerate comes with a price. Time. Being a tycoon consumes time. In the business world, time is essential to every deal. At the time they understood this and so weren't so much on my neck but now, with fathers health plummeting, it seems like I can't breath without receiving a call about duty.

What to do? This I have been asking myself for months too, still no tangible solution has manifested.

Hmm! I'm done thinking about this, right now there's one thing on my mind, I need relief. And the object of my affection is behind me so I might as well get it. Usually I don't associate work with pleasure but for her I'll make an exception. I can't think straight with her so close, I have to fuck her out of my system.

Looking at my wrist watch, I realize the time is already 8pm. hmm, we have been working all day. Time to leave.

Turning to put my seduction in play, I find her sleeping. Any other day I would have understood but today, just when, Damn it. Although I was irritated I didn't have the mind to wake her, instead I tidied up the place then bent down and carried her.

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Bending my head slightly to get a good look at that face, I am mesmerized. Especially those lips, perfectly shaped, meant to be kissed all day. Everything about this woman calls to me. I just want to hold her really close and never let go.

Grrrr, what am I thinking of? I really need to get her out of my system and quick. Walking out of my private elevator to the car. The driver sees me, although he is surprised, he knows not to say a word, rather he greets me, opens the door and got the car started towards home the moment we were settled in.

All the way back home I was thinking of what to do when we arrive, do I kiss her awake? No she would be offended. Damn. why did she have to sleep right now.

When we got back I took her into one of the guest rooms. Brought in a change of clothes for her, some basic necessities. She'd have to make do with it. On this thought I smile and go to take a much needed cold shower

****

Sunlight, very annoying, most especially when it wakes you from a beautiful sleep. like now all I want is to sleep some more but the light is just in my face...

Huh?? I bolt upright. sunlight, oh my gosh, the house chores. Julia is gonna have me for breakfast now.

I get up, run into the bathroom for a quick bath. After my bath, I pick the nearest cloth to me just by the bed and rush downstairs to make breakfast. Hopefully they are still asleep. Why did I sleep in. I can't remember when last I slept in.

Getting to the kitchen I open the refrigerator, take out eggs, flour, milk, just standard ingredients for a pancake. While the pancakes are baking I turn to start on Tom and Julia' breakfast. They prefer toasted bread over pancakes. So whenever I'm making pancakes, its just for Mia and I. Where is that foolish toaster? I look round the kitchen yet I can't locate it.

Hold on something isn't right, I am sure that except me no one uses that toaster unless Julia is being touched by God, which I doubt could ever happen. if it isn't Julia then who...

Holy shit! if that isn't a sight to behold, then I don't know what is. So handsome. Imagine being against that body...

Wait, what? I shake my head. What is my boss doing in our middle class kitchen.. I turn to look around, that was when I realized why I couldn't find the toaster. This isn't our kitchen. I start moving round just to be sure, this is definitely not my father's house. if this isn't Tom's house then where am I.

Tom's house, Julia. I'm so dead.

More incentive to make my remaining days in that house miserable. Unlike Mia I have never had a cause to sleep outside. Julia made sure I was too busy to have a sleepover even at a young age when my mates were having one. Then as a teenager Mia's humiliations sealed off any chances of me going out to have fun with friends, not to mention sleeping in their home.

I have since understood that my life is not like that of my age mates.

Turning, I walk back to the kitchen to find my boss has helped himself to some of the pancakes I made. Mustering courage I ask

"where am I sir and what am I doing here?" I wait for a reply, yet get none. Was about rephrasing when he looked at me, more like stared from my legs up to my chest and then my face. I ran down here in just a shirt I found by my bed, thinking I was at home. Thinking of the fact that I am wearing this man's shirt should have have been something to look forward to but only in my head of course. I would never wear something as revealing as this in the presence of any outsider. So if I had known, I wouldn't have worn this. From what I can deduce, the shirt belongs to him. which means I am in my boss's house but why?

still staring, now at my lips then my eyes he said " don't you know?" as he said this he stood up.

"know what?"

Alarm bells is all I hear and the thump of my heart. That look could drop pants for miles. My heart is being so loud I'm scared he can hear it. so I move back to keep enough space between us, to no avail because he closes the gap very quickly. Stupid long legs.

How did I get in this mess. I remember clearing the takeouts last night, while doing so he received a call and I waited to let him know it was time to leave. I must have slept off then. Gosh, I must have truly been at the end of my strength box due to exhaustion that I didn't even know how and when I got here. I need to find a way out of this immediately.

"Sir? yo...you are encroaching in my space Sir, please keep a distance" I stammer

"why?" tilting his head to the side with his eyes still running over my form, he asked. I shivered from the air from his lips directed at my neck.

So close. I'm so confused, why is he doing this?

"beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are right now especially in my shirt?"

All I could do was stare back at him as he grabbed me close, I couldn't hold the stare so I drop my eyes. i may get lust... *cough* I mean ... lost in the sexiness of that look.

What has come over him. I am not one of those girls, I need to put myself together. I know this, but getting away is a problem.

At that point a sound goes off. Thank God its a call, surely he'll answer. He's not moving. why isn't he moving?

Huh? the phone is mine. I don't remember bringing it down with me but I'm so grateful for this call.

With extreme difficulty, I extricate myself from his embrace and pick my phone. I see its the agent, who made an exception to show me the apartments today

"Hello, good morning"

"uh huh, I haven't forgotten. I'll be ready to meet you in a few minutes"

"yes, thank you. I appreciate that. Will call you when I am ready to leave. Okay. Bye"

Whilst making the call I saw Mr. Kyros move back to the pancakes. At least he's not holding me anymore. Now, time to escape.