His Wet Nurse

Come with me (26)

"Come with me let's elope," she sprang from his student sized bed, smiling as the idea made more sense to her. Her brown teeth shone under the light.
With his hands tucked underneath his blond hair, Otis watched her from under his lashes in his oversized shirt with her long legs peeking out till eternity.

She was an all round beauty. Every time his heartbeat quickened at the sight of her, all chirpy and sexy before him, there was nothing else he could wish for. She was his. A rare but true thing.

"C'mon snail let's go somewhere worth spending time at like the Caribbean, or the secret water falls in the south. What do you think?"

His smile widened at the use of his pet name 'snail' she'd called him that the first time they met and when he asked why, she'd said he reminded her of a snail. How slow, quiet yet invaluable they were to the society. She said Otis was like that, invaluable to his boss even if he was a bit dull and brooding. He didn't mind at all, as long as it was a compliment from the girl he'd admired for a long time.  And when they made love, that was all she called him, in whispers and in between kisses. Otis loved love.

"Did you even hear me Otis!" She frowned when he snapped back to reality, seeing that she was already pissed by the sound of his name, harsh on her tongue.

He sat up on his elbow. "Sorry Fi, I got distracted again."

"With what?"

"Y-your beauty," he admitted shyly. A smirk found it's way on her face pushing away any remnants of anger.

"Let's go to the Caribbean or south of here, I want to see the oceans or the big big places of the earth."

His face scrunched into a mask of confusion. "But the Caribbean is far and-and expensive. We can't afford that." He reasoned.

"Before, but now we can." Fiona said elated.

"How? Did you make some money?"

She nodded, and hid a smile. "We can finally leave this hell hole, find a new place together and travel the world. What do you think?"

"Urhm, I don't know how much you think that cost and how much you made but I only have two thousand in my savings and it goes mostly to my mum."

"What if I told you we could spend much more than that now?... like ten thousand?"

His eyes flared open, "what?!! How's that possible... nah, you're pulling my legs." He shifted from the bed but Fiona was quick to straddle him, placing wet hot kisses on his lips. Otis seemed to soon forget about their conversation until she pulled away.

"I'm serious snail, let's leave here. The only reason I get to spend day time with you is because the master hasn't been around for a while and it's eating at our relationship. Let's go away. Drop your resignation letter for him tonight and let's leave tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He cried.

"Yeah, I've already dropped mine off, don't care if that old lady sees it on time or not." She made an eye roll but palmed his face for emphasis. "I have money now, lots of it so we can finally stop working at the Brick  mansion like we're begging for crumbs. I'm tired of hiding our relationship, stealing glances from afar, watching you serve that ungrateful bastard who has little regard for you, for people like us."

"B-but he's not that bad?"

"He is! He treats you like a nobody, he barely acknowledged my existence this afternoon and I loath the sight of that his lap dog... that old wench!"

"Fiona!" Otis exclaimed hoisting her off his laps, he stood to match her height. Well, she was a bit shorter than him. "You say that like he's the worst guy in the world, you don't expect a man of his radar to condescend to our level? It's normal for someone who pays you to see you lesser and with his known personality."