It turns out that there was a warming up phase to the entire procedure. Mr. James let me roam free around the house until his son decided to come around to me.
I mostly hung out at Mr. James' office in the house. I watched him as he worked, and he introduced me to his business partners when they visited. Basically, I did not let Mr. James out of my sight.
He did not complain. I hoped that it was not too much for him.
After all, he had 'ordered' me. I wanted to kick myself every time I said 'ordered me'. He could send me back, but I had a feeling Mr. James did not tick like that.
"You are studying me more intensely than my secretary. Are you sure you do not want the job?" There was humour in that statement, but his voice was straight-up serious.
"Mr. James, it is either you, or the ceiling. Frankly, I do not feel like staring at the ceiling," I told him. I was playing with fire.
I was saved by his phone. He continued his work and forgot about my comment.
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It was my seventh night in the big James house and the seventh consecutive night of unsettled sleep.
I got up and headed for the kitchen.
There I was surprised to meet Stephen. He wore dark sweatpants that hung low around his white 'Calvin Klein' boxer briefs. He owned a lot of that Calvin Klein guy. Once again he was shirtless. It was becoming a routine.
I had not seen him much since my arrival. He usually hid out in his room, or went out with friends.
I made a turn when I saw him, but he had heard me already, "You do not have to run from me every time you see me."
"I feel the need to though," I admitted. He chuckled.
"For a..." I interrupted him.
"Please, do not call me a who.re again. I despise that word," I told him.
"For a 19-year-old you have a big mouth," Stephen said.
"There is nothing I can do about it."
Stephen went on to say, "I know some things that I can do about it."
It shocked me how open he was. Yet I did not know how men normally behaved. There were not many men around on my side of the fence.
"So I heard this is your first time," he said. I carefully nodded. "You do not look like you want this."
"That is the exact case." I was sure I was in trouble for this. "Just like you do not want a child."
He shook his head, "My father wants one. Actually, he wants a lot. The house is big, but I just want to enjoy my life."
"All you people do around here is enjoy your lives," I muttered. Think about Mistress Raser's words! No, do not. She is a b!tch.
"Are you implying that I am spoiled?" he asked, fishing for my failure.
"This is my first time in a house like this, with expensive clothes, silver spoon and lavish bed sheets," I told him. "You take all of this for granted."
"Unlike you I was born on the right side of town," he said in a stabbing tone. "You get all of this for one sake only, my sperm. Once you are done with that, you will be gone. This is my business. Let me worry about mine, while you do not have yours."
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FanfictionWelcome to the agency. :There are three short stories in 2133. Stella & Mr. James and the one with Pearl & Mr. Tomlinson are both finished. I just started a new one with Selena & Mr. Bentley: - a future in which weak women live on the other side of...