Charlotte Hart is a young, inexperienced individual when it comes to Jacob's lavish lifestyle. She was scouted to work for him, leaving behind some of her favorite people at a service job she acquired through college. The new field of work proves to...
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Friday is finally here and I couldn't be more nervous. My shopping trip with Lana went well, but not after hours of trying on dress after dress. I finally settled on the first one I tried, cringing as I swiped Jacob's card. He didn't message me about the transaction, though. I kept the receipt to give to him after the party so he could return it if he wants. I don't need this extravagant dress collecting dust in my closet for all of eternity.
However, I am borrowing shoes from Lana as she has a borderline problem with purchasing shiny things. I couldn't bring myself to spend any more of Jacob's money for an item I will wear once in my life.
My bags were packed. I stood outside of my restaurant where Jacob told me I would be getting driven to his house. Lana waiting with me outside of her car. She agreed to drive me since she was going to be at The Lilac Lounge for work that night anyway. We stood there making up scenarios as we looked for a black car to show up.
"Okay, I know I've been supportive of this but please share your location with me and keep me updated as much as possible. You never know with rich white men," She confessed fidgeting with her keys.
"You'll know everything," I assured her.
"You're so easy to get kidnapped. Especially in heels— wait actually those are pretty sharp. Just stab them if they put their hands on you," Lana pointed to the bag my shoes were in, being serious.
"I already have my pepper spray and taser packed. Don't make me more nervous than I already am!" I nudged her shoulder jokingly.
Suddenly a black SUV rolled up beside us, a tall middle aged man stepping out of the drivers side door.
"Miss Hart?" The man continued, "I'm Richie. Mr. Elordi is looking forward to having you."
I smiled, looking at Lana hoping she was thinking just how ridiculous it is to have a personal driver.
"May I?" He asked gesturing to my bags.
"Oh I can do that," I offered picking them up.
"It's my pleasure," He responded with a straight face as he grabbed them from my hands and put them in the back of the car.
"Well, thank you," I said appreciatively. The sheer extravagance making me chew the inside of my mouth uncomfortably. I'm not used to having these small acts done for me. If this is how his driver behaves then I don't even want to know what it will be like at his home. At this rate I'm imagining there will be someone to hand me a piece of toilet paper to wipe my ass.
Richie came back around to open the back drivers side door, waiting for me to hop in. I said my goodbyes to Lana and slipped into the nicely air conditioned SUV. As the car pulled away farther from Lana, my insides shrank with anxiety.
"It's just a few hours," I quietly whisper to myself. I watch out the tinted windows as we pass the clubhouse and drive by the country club's greens. We drive deeper into the winding roads of the establishment. I should have figured he lived on the clubs campus. All of these houses are millions of dollars, fountains the size of my living room casually standing in front of them. I wonder how many pennies are thrown in there.
