Sade

Chapter four

Heather's P.O.V

Pete was still asleep by the time I finished making breakfast and I was tempted to go and wake him up but I knew that would just get me fired. So I decided it was best wait some more while I trimmed the garden.

I just hope he would be up early so I could help him set up his office and start fixing his friend's bedroom. To be honest I did not want his friend here, I mean when Mr Jackson asked to do this job, he did not tell me I would be dealing with two patients.

Sorry to refer to them as patients but what else would I call two sadists with psychotic problems.

If that friend of his was a sadist too, I was not helping him. This was my job. Not charity work event. Plus Pete's Male Dom habits were not too psychotic from what I had observed yesterday. He could easily be treated if he gained trust on me.

My head snapped up when I heard someone clearing his throat. He was fully dressed in Blue faded Jeans and a snug black turtleneck. He was in black leather shitkickers.

His pale silver whitish hair lay on his head like a mop, unkempt yet all the strands were perfect in their own scruffy way.

"Good morning...Mr... I mean Pete- sir."

"Peter." He reminded since my stupid mind seemed to have forgotten to send the message to my mouth in time. I nodded stiffly.

Win his trust now. Win his trust.

"That black top makes you look warmer. Blue would have given you a colder aura, it would colden your eyes." he seemed to think over it but it did not last long.

"Are you questioning my choice of wardrobe?" he threatened looking stern but I did not back off.

"No." I whispered, "I made breakfast."

"No." he stated simply.

He turned walking with a very obnoxious I'm the man stride. Ugh! Stupid wedding crusher. Still moping over a woman who was not his. He was just selfless.

Who did he think he was? Owner of the house? Okay he was the owner of the house. Whatever, I was his psychiatrist. Not a real one though but I was hired to be one, so he had to respect me.

I deserved some respect even though he just happened to assume I was just an ordinary house help. Okay he was gone without even telling me where to.

Now I would have to work hard alone all day. Okay that was my pleasure, it was my job and don't get me wrong. I loved helping people, it was what gave me a sense of being.

I shrugged then made a mental note to go to my room to get some sleep. I had not slept well the day before because he came late and the tour ran pretty late. The hard work would have to wait for now.

I went to the sofa and fell asleep the moment I lay down. Do you know how time flies when you fall asleep. It's like the moment you close your eyes next time you open them food is burning on the stove and you are chocking on the smoke of the stew you were about to make.

That did not happen to me. I woke up to the sound of a loud clatter. As soon as I realized I had been sleeping I jumped off the sofa to find Peter already back from where ever. He hung a thick rope on his left shoulder while he carried a bunch of leather whips on his right hand.

"You're back." I greeted if that counted as a greeting. Pete did not acknowledge my presence. God his eyes were attractive. And his lips too. His teeth were also gorgeous. Maybe if he was not a spoilt brat he would look handsome.