The Paid Wife

Chapter 1

The Interview

I took a deep breath before entering the room. This was my first interview since I left home and in the current situation I'm in, I really need this job.

The room was small and plain; the walls were creamy white color and have very little decorations. There were couple plants in the room, a painting on the wall and a desk with two chairs. One was for me I assume and the other was for the person interviewing me.

There was a man in the room, the employer, that person stood up as I enter the room. He was around his mid-20 and was quite good-looking. He has a nice jaw-line with creamy, white clean skin with a light brown hair that seemed almost blond. "Please, come in," he said.

I came in, not taking my eyes off his beautiful brown eyes on mine. He was tall too, just looking at him I could tell he was at least 6ft and me being only 5'4 I felt even shorter with him in front of me.

"Hello, my name is Peter Scott," he stated as took out his hand and I shook it. He gesture me to take the seat in front of him and I did.

"So, you're Miss Ross, correct?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Uh...yes," I replied smiling awkwardly, but that wasn't really my real last name, no it was Hayes. I was hiding from my parents and I intend for it to stay that way, especially after what they tried to...

"Ally Ross and you're 22?" he asked snapping me out of my train of thoughts.

"Yes," I replied, now technically that wasn't a lie, my full name was Allison but Ally for short so it was true and I am really 22.

"So tell me about your strong points you have?"

"Well I'm a hard worker, fast learner, and have a very flexible schedule..." I answered.

"Are you good with working with others?"

"Yes."

"Are you good with talking to elderly people?"

"Yes," I answered hesitantly. Why was that important? I thought the job was just housecleaning. I am supposed to take care of an elder too?

"That's great, one last question. Do you know what the job is?"

I frowned a bit confused, "Housekeeping?"

He chuckled and smile at me. I felt heat coming from my cheeks. Gosh, I stared at him awestruck; I would love to work for him, in his house every day that would be awesome.

"Actually..., he started awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck then taking a deep breath. "You know what I think you're perfect for the job."

I couldn't believe my ears. Really? Already? But nevertheless I was extremely happy.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott. You won't regret it." I said enthusiastically while standing up and shaking his hand viciously.

"Yes, but I'm not the person you'll be working for," he chuckled taken back by my sudden burst of energy.

I stopped shaking his hand and stare at him dumbfounded. As to where he just smiles at me, "I'll take you to meet him now."

We walked out of the room and toward the halls before entering the elevator. We stood there awkwardly as we waited for our floor. When the bell in the elevator rung Peter got out and I followed him quietly.

He led me down the hall and we stopped at a huge door. Peter knocked on the door and inside the room you heard a man's voice saying "Come in."

This office was much better, bigger. From the beautiful walls to the huge wooden desk to the bookshelves to even the little pictures on the desk. Everything in the room screamed luxurious.

"Did you find one?" the man inside the room asked. He was three words: drop dead gorgeous. Unlike Peter who was cute and adorable this man was handsome and captivating. He was wearing a black suit and was tall just like Peter, however Peter beat him at least an inch or two. He has a chiseled jaw line, broad shoulders, with dark brown eyes, and short dark brown hair. He walked towards us and darted his eyes on me. When he was right in front of me and stared down at my face, I couldn't help but felt heat climbing on to my checks, I even smiled a bit.

His eyes scanned me then he turned his head towards Peter with a raise eyebrow while pointing his index finger at me. "You're kidding me right, Pete?" I frowned at him after his absurd comment.

"I mean come on, she doesn't even look pretty," he retorted.

If my face frowning before now it was even worse if that was possible. Okay I know I wasn't the prettiest girl out there but what kind of douche says these kinds of things to a lady?! Okay, maybe he didn't say it to me, but it still it was about me and in front of me.

"Calm down Kyle," Peter said calmly, "My eyes never deceives me, she's perfect."

"Well, you're wrong. She so short like a dumbass kid and she dress..." as he gave me a quick look, "terrible."

I glance down at myself. Okay so maybe this wasn't my best outfit. Sure, the white button up shirt was kind of out dated, and wasn't showing much of my cleavage like most men would like and I'll admit this stupid skirt was a bit too long and loose that it didn't hug my legs like how most sexy sectaries' would wear. This skirt wasn't even a pencil skirt so he should cut me some slack! Of course my hair didn't really help too since I tied it into a bun making me look older. I honestly didn't think I look bad though, plain yes I'll admit but terrible heck no. I look professional. "I'm sorry? What did you say?" I asked clenching my teeth together.

This "Kyle" ignored me completely, flung his arm around Peter's shoulder and move bit away from me. My lips started to twitch as I flashed a half crooked smiled at him while still frowning. Bitch! Honestly, there was no point of moving when you can still hear them.

"What the hell, Pete?! You really think someone like her is good enough? Just looking at her, you can tell she's not my type, of course my parents won't believe this!" he shouted.

"Excuse me," I finally spoke up, "If you wanted a pretty employee then you should put that as a requirement on the flyers you sent out, dumbass!"

Both their heads snapped back at me. Peter looking completely shock, while Kyle was pissed as hell. That's right, keeping glaring until your eyes fall out.

"Besides being a housemaid, I don't need to be a fashionable, gorgeous, or sexy person as long as I can clean according how you like, then its fine," I explained. I mean seriously if I have brand name clothes, would I be looking for a job, what an idiot!

The so called Kyle stared at me confusingly then turns to Peter, "Housemaid? She's doesn't know?"

Wait what? Know? Know what? I stared at him, waiting for further explanation arching one of my eye brows higher than the other.

Peter didn't say anything, frustrated Kyle turn, looking straight at me, "The truth is I don't need a housemaid, I have plenty. Your job will be to watch my grandmother. You'll be her daughter, In other words you; woman will be married to me, Kyle Mitchell."