Life's most eccentric nooks

"Zu P.O.V"

After eating, I got up from the counter stool and began to throw away the plates, but he quickly took them from my hands and placed them in the dishwasher with the other utensils he used while cooking. "You are my guest." "Just relax and enjoy your coffee," he said. I expressed my gratitude to him for letting me spend the night in his house and verbalized my desire to hit the road as I had planned the night before, but he refused, explaining and convincing me it was not safe for me to leave the estate because it was about to pour down, and since I didn't have enough money to afford a bus ticket or any other means of transportation, I had no choice but to enjoy the comfort of the cozy home rather than walk out in the rain, which was bitterly cold.

I spent the entire morning reading in an astounding library, which one of the maids took me to after "the stranger" went to his office to take care of some business, as he excused himself after leaving me in one of the living rooms watching TV. I was bored shitless before the maid took me to the library; there was almost nothing interesting on TV, and I was nearly dozing off.

The library has every type of book imaginable; as a kid in a boarding school, novels were the only thing that helped me cope with boredom and loneliness, and having access to all of these goodies was beyond my comprehension. I should reconsider leaving because it will be difficult to leave all of this pure enjoyment behind.

Miss! When I heard a call, I turned around to see the maid who had brought me into the library. Can I bring you something to eat, Miss? You've been here for a while, and I believe you're hungry, seeing as you skipped lunch. What time is it exactly? I inquired. "It's nearly 17 p.m.," she said. Wow, time flies. I was so engrossed in my books that I didn't even realize I was hungry.

I agreed to the maid's request and proceeded to get some food. I was a little concerned about the food being served in the library because food is not permitted in most libraries, and I didn't want to get into trouble with "the stranger," but the maid assured me that everything would be fine as long as I ate all of my food, which undoubtedly delighted my heart.

The food looked good—very good, if I am being honest, After the maid displayed all the food on the table, she excused herself to give me time to eat my food. The person who made this really knows his or her way around the kitchen. I was very thankful as the food was not spicy; I and spices don't mix. Everything on my plate was flavorful. Taking The way back into the kitchen was more difficult than I anticipated because I was not able to know the right route to get me back there, and I ended up in the stranger's office, looking all stupid and speechless, seeing as I couldn't believe myself for being this dumb and making fun of myself in front of this handsome man once more.

"I...", "Aaah, I think I'm in the wrong location," I said, embarrassed, as the stranger sat there looking intently at me.

He purely smiled at me and stood up from his chair; my God, this location has "a beautiful smile." "Have a seat, Miss." Ramirez inquired. He apologized, saying, "I'm sorry; I forgot to ask your name yesterday." "Please take a seat," he said once more, gesturing to a couch in the corner.

I perched on the edge, attempting to relax as the stranger approached the coach. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous right now; it's a feeling I don't often have, but being near this stranger makes me nervous and happy at the same time, which is a sensation I've never had before, and it's frightening.

As he takes his time crossing over from his desk, I enjoy looking around. His office was quite large, with a vast shelf of books that could be used as a second library in this house; the study was huge, with a huge desk in the center of the room, a massive shelf of books, and a humongous couch in the corner of the room, all covered in black and gray.

He calls out my name, Miss Ramirez. I didn't notice that he was gone this time because I was preoccupied with checking around the place. When I noticed him, I apologized for making another mistake and wasting his time, but he gave me a dismissive smile and inquired if I had been enjoying my stay. What is the matter with this guy? If it had been my father, I would have been bitten and thrown out of the house yet again. Yes, this has been amazing so far; you truly have a lovely home. I'm sure your wife has enjoyed designing it; I'm sure she has great taste. I replied quickly.

Wife, He inquired, perplexed, "Yeah, aren't you married or anything?" He simply scratches his head when questioned nonchalantly. In my head, I was thinking, "Oh no, why can't my mouth say the right things?" Now I have to apologize again. I am sorry for offending you! Mr. Casper III, thank you for allowing me to stay in your home. I will be leaving tomorrow, I said, trying to strike up a conversation and change the subject because I didn't want to do any more harm to the ones I'd already impacted.

I'm not sure I ever told you my name. He inquired, his gaze fixed on my eyes. "I have my resources," I said, turning away from him to avoid his gaze, which seemed to be focused on my soul rather than my eyes. "Oooh, I see the timid and shy lady has some sources; nice move, by the way," he said.

King Alexander Casper III, P.O.V.

Pardon me for asking, but why are you in such a hurry to get somewhere? Where are you going? I inquired of her. Hopefully, I did not cross the line. I just want to know exactly where she wants to go and if she has any boyfriends or other types of males in her life, but the last time she opened up to me, there appeared to be no males in her life other than her stupid, sick father, the man who traumatized, hurt, and threw her out of the house in the middle of the night, something I will never forgive him for, and that's one of the many reasons he and his wife are now in my basement receiving all the punishment they deserve.

Even if she insists on leaving, I will not let her; I can't let her out of my sight; I can't afford for her to be hurt again this time; and I will not let her leave my side, whether she likes it or not, but I will first try to persuade her. I can't imprison her in this house because that would make me the same as her father.

I want to join my aunt; she must be worried about me because I haven't been able to contact her in a long time; perhaps she went back to my father's house to look for me and didn't find me; she said, her eyes welling up with tears. I stood up and walked over to my desk, where I picked up my phone and dialed the number. Mr. Casper, I turn around to see her already at the door, holding the tray; I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed it before. "Thank you for the conversation; I need to get this back to the kitchen as soon as possible," she added, hurrying out the door.

No, Miss Ramirez, return to your seat. The maid will be here in a moment. "There is someone I need you to speak with on the phone," I said, returning to her and closing the door behind her. She picked up her phone on the fourth ring and said, "Hello." All I said was, "Let me pass her the phone." I simply handed her the phone, still perplexed, but after a few seconds, she grinned. It was the first time I saw her smile, and I vowed to maintain that lovely smile on her face forever.