The Caregiver

TWO

DOMINIC SANTIAGO

Dominic turned seeing the all too familiar Blue in his office but next to him stood a beautiful girl. Ms. Monica Arthur. With feline like eye features  on her beautiful brown face.

"I'll leave you two to it". Blue announced, leaving the large office.

Monica wanted so badly to follow Mr. Blue but instead she had to stay with her incredibly sexy but incredibly intimidating future boss.

"Are you going to come and sit? I didn't think you would need a personal invitation".

Dominic leaned back into his seat, watching Monica place her curvaceous brown body into one of his black leather chairs.

"Why do you need this job?".

Dominic listened closely to everything Monica had to say but as the interview went on, he found himself becoming distracted , his ears listening but his eyes leaving hers, every now and then.

Her brown curls reaching her protruding collarbones. The skintight outfit she had on did wonders to her breasts , he only could imagine how'd she looked naked.

"Ms. Arthur, I want you to understand how important your loyalty and trust lies with taking this job. I love my grandmother wholeheartedly and if anything was to happen to her because of any devious planning from you, your ass will be dealt with accordingly".

Dominic watched as Monica's pretty lips fell open , creating an o shape, not believing the way he just spoke to her.

"I'm sorry Mr. Santiago but are you threatening me?".

Dominic picked up his glass and took a sip of his bourbon before speaking.

" and if I was ? You need the fucking job, not me".

" and you need the help".

Dominic stared at Monica for what seemed liked hours but had only been a couple of minutes.

Monica is a sweet girl but one thing she didn't like was being treated rudely, especially when she was kind before.

" I regret nothing I said, either you take the job or you don't, I can always get help elsewhere."

Monica couldn't believe what she was hearing, her mind was all aver the place during this interview, she knew she could only tolerate so much of his bullshit but realistically she knew she needed money and this job came with it.

Dominic sat quietly and waited to hear Monica's answer.

"I'll take it".

Dominic slowly nodded his head and began giving Monica the rundown of his grandmother, explaining what needs to be done to care for her. Next, he moved onto financial earnings, detailing what Monica would see hit her bank account every week.

As Monica got up from the chair, Dominic couldn't help himself as he looked at her fat ass as she turned and grabbed her bag out of her seat. As she was nearing the door, her hand now had a firm grip on the handle Dominic called out her name once again.

"  and Ms. Arthur what I said before wasn't a threat, it was a promise". He said smiling proudly but quickly dropping it.

"this position will be live in care".

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MONICA ARTHUR

Once on the elevator Monica released the biggest breath, happy she was no longer trapped with the incredibly insufferable handsome man.

Rolling her neck and letting out a tired sigh, she couldn't believe the position given to her was a live in but she imagined it couldn't be that bad since it would only be her and a sweet old lady.

"Ms. Monica! How'd it go?!".

Monica began talking to Blue, letting him know that she did take the job and that she was two seconds away from engraving her handprint on Mr. Santiago's face .

"Here's my number if you ever may need me, dear".

With that Monica bid Mr. Blue a goodbye and hopped into her car, driving until she reached the closest restaurant.

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Setting the vibrant red roses down on the tombstone Monica began to hysterically cry into her hands, finding it very hard to keep her tears at bay.

It didn't help that the sky decided to cry with her, heavy rainfalls dropping down onto Monica, soaking her once big curly Afro now making her hair slick against her back. Her baby blue pantsuit now soaked with rain and had mud on the knee area of them.

Wiping her face free from her tears, Monica kissed two of her fingers and placed it on the tombstone. Gathering herself up, she retreated back to her car and drove herself home.

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Once lotioned, Monica trotted towards her phone that was dinging on and on again. She almost felt like she was popular but she knew she didn't have any friends.

Picking up her phone , she read the messages that came from an unknown number.

"You think running will really help your ass get away from me bitch"

" come on now moni, I just want to speak to you"

"Answer your fucking phone Monica"

"MONICA"

Monica turned off her phone and  threw it down towards the bed. She knew only one person who called her Moni and she fucking hated it.

Monica thought the nightmare she left in her past had vanished but she should've known better than to think that.

Monica couldn't do anything at this time. So, she did her favorite hobby. She got under her cold covers, layed down and cried.