chapter 4

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Olive's Perspective

Waking up to the sun still being dark, from the silence in the house guessing that Vincent is still sleeping. Getting up and looking around before grabbing the blanket that fell on the floor from me standing up. Folding the blanket and setting it where I was sitting.

Going into the room with the grand doors which happened to be the kitchen. Looking for eggs, bacon, butter, flour, baking powder, sugar, and salt. All the essentials to make pancakes and bacon.

Looking in the fridge and cabinets for the items. The fridge was particularly empty only with bacon, butter, eggs, and leftovers. The cabinets only have flour, salt, baking powder, sugar, and random canned foods.

Finding a few pans and bowls, so I can start mixing the dry ingredients and then the eggs into it. Starting to fry the pancake mix meanwhile I heard a soft knock on the door, making me look up at the doors seeing Vincent at the door looking at me with a smirk on his face.

Vincent was only wearing gray sweatpants and a fitted gray long sleeve, that makes his muscles pop. "What are you doing in the kitchen so early" with that same tone he used last night just a bit more gruffier.

"I was making you breakfast sir" just getting a grunt in response. Thinking he left the kitchen going back to frying the pancakes, eventually pausing by hearing the sound of a chair screeching against the floor.

Looking towards the table seeing Vincent also known as my boss sitting at the table watching me make the pancakes. "Can I go to the grocery store today If that's okay with you sir" Finally moving on to the bacon but before I put the bacon in the already buttered pan, looking up waiting for his answer.

"Well I can go with you after work we leave the office at 2 pm." He seemed to be giving me an order, not really a suggestion. Nodding quickly, as I place the bacon on the two plates near the stove. Which also had the pancakes already on them.

Grabbing the plates from the counter, walking towards Vincent and placing one plate in front of him and the other across from in and sitting down there. Keeping eye contact with me the entire time. Starting to eat my food while we sat in silence.

"When do you think my room will be ready? The couch wasn't the most comfortable." Trying to break the silence, ending my statement with a nervous laugh hoping I didn't offend him.

"Your room should be ready by the time we get home today, would you like it if the maids unpacked for you?" Shaking my head no quickly.

Don't want the maids also finding my sex toys.

He just chuckles in response. Pushing his chair out and standing up from the table, getting ready to leave the kitchen. "Get ready for the day, nothing too fancy." nodding and quickly picking up the empty plates bringing them to the sink.

I'll wash them later.

Walking out of the kitchen knowing exactly what I'm going to wear. A long sleeve black blazer with black suit pants paired black heels and a black hand bag. Obviously no shirt under the blazer. I don't think it's fancy but it's definitely a work attire kind of thing.

 I don't think it's fancy but it's definitely a work attire kind of thing

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