Chapter 2

Melissa Harwood vouched for Anna and she was hired for the live in maid position.

The following day, Anna packed up her clothing and belongings from her crappy apartment and fetched a bus to her new destination and home.

The security guard let her in and she strolled into the mansion like she was the new owner.

She was greeted by Melissa.

"Good morning, you're right on time."

"Good morning, Miss. Harwood."

"Just call me Melissa. So you'll actually be starting tomorrow. Today, you can settle in, get familiar with the place and prepare for tomorrow."

"I understand. So what are the?ropes?"

"Prepare coffee for Antonio every morning at 6:00 am sharp.?

Clean the living rooms, dust, sweep, mop, vanish and shine the furniture.

Clean the bathrooms, washrooms, guest rooms, changing of the bed sheets, doing the laundry, folding and ironing.

Usually, Antonio would tell you what to do at what time, especially when his family comes over.

Your work shift hours are 6:00 a.m to 2:00 p,m. Lunch is one hour. Fridays and weekends are your days off. Weekly salary is one thousand dollars."

Anna's bottom jaw dropped.

One thousand dollars a week. Four weeks in a month. That was four thousand dollars every month. That income was more than enough for her.

Melissa took her to a guest room where she'll occupy while employed. The guest room was bigger than Anna's apartment put together. It was clean, furnished and decorated. It held its own bathroom and washroom, walk in closet, air conditioning units, a ceiling fan and a queen size bed.

Anna smiled so hard, her cheeks ached.

"Thank you so much. I love this room."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. Okay, so get yourself situated and feel free to get familiar with the place and rooms in the house.?

Antonio would give you a tour when he comes in this afternoon."

After that, Melissa left Anna to it. An evil smile spread across Anna's face as Melissa left.

Antonio would be giving me a tour??

I'll be looking forward to it.

At 3:30 pm that afternoon, Antonio Kissle came home. He walked into the living room where Anna had been waiting for him patiently.

"Good afternoon sir." She greeted him as she stood up.

He nodded his head and began loosening his neck tie. He walked passed her without a word.

Anna felt like she had been slapped across the face and spitted on so she went back to the guest room and pulled out her cell phone.

She went to google and typed in?'Things white men like'.

She saw pictures of white men on dates in fancy restaurants.?

White men having wine.?

White men with their kids.?

White men with sport cars.

She heaved a long sigh and threw her phone down on the pillow beside her.

Antonio Kissle wasn't the average friendly employer who welcomes people to his home. He was a cold-hearted man who only had love for his family members.

He was the CEO to a multinational shipping operation. His father established the business twenty years ago but when his father got sick with a heart condition, he retired and left the business in the hands of his only son, Antonio Kissle.

At age twenty seven, Antonio had taken the business to new heights and earned profits his father thought was impossible. Antonio was good at what he did and that was his main focus.

The balance of the day, Anna remained in her room. Thinking and fantasizing about the man who had captured her at the first sight.

She had dealt with a few guys in the past, but not one could compare to and captured her like Antonio.

His perfect tanned complexion, his fitted body underneath his suit, his eyes, his hair. His everything.

She smiled to herself and wrapped up in the bed, imagining he was right next to her.

Holding her in his strong arms and moving the falling hair strands from her face as he looks her in the eyes. Slowly unhooking her bra before putting her nipples between his lips. Running kisses all over her neck and making her squeal with delight and pleasure.

Using his hands to run over her silky skin and make the hair on her skin stands up at attention. Pulling her closer to his chest so his body heat would warm her up while they make sweet love in the blowing air. She on top of him, riding him and bouncing on his huge manhood like a Pogo stick. Throwing her head back and letting the long false hair fall down her naked back while she screams his name. Him holding onto her waist tightly, gluing her in the sitting position as he enjoys every breath taking moment of her. The visible sweat on his arms and forehead and the sweat running down the spine of her back as they both climax together and...

*Knock Knock*

A knock came on the door and shook her up from her dirty thoughts. She rolled out the bed and went to the door.

"Anna Wells, right?"

Antonio was standing outside her bedroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a white T-shirt. His chest printed though the thin material.

"Yes." She answered short and tried to control herself and raging hormones.

"Put on a T-shirt then meet me in the living room."

He walked away after that, leaving Anna to look down at her chest area. She was topless and her cleavage was bulging out from the push-up bra.

She felt embarrassed.

Most guys would have stared, become speechless or even attempt to touch.

But Antonio seemed disgusted and turned off.

How the hell was she about to make her fantasies come through if he isn't even attracted to her boobs?