Just Surviving (BWWM)

Chapter 6: Surprises and Bad News

(Photo of Jacques)

Chapter 6: Surprises and Bad News

Time past and eventually that oddly upsetting night became nothing but a far off memory to me. After that, I decided I wouldn't care about Kostas' escapades or anything else concerning the vile demon. They were irrelevant to my job but, most importantly, irrelevant to me personally. Why should I have to strain my heart over some old flame anyway? Kostas very clearly couldn't give two shits about me so my sentiments should be exactly the same of him. Dead on.

For two weeks, I cleaned the mansion without any complaints. My only hitch was the fact that Kostas was residing in his New York mansion more often than he had previously. Of course, my cooperation didn't mean he'd lay off of me any less. It meant more mornings where I had to wake up early just to feed him breakfast and perform other slave work duties. I bet you could imagine just how pissed I was, but like I said: you never heard a peep from me.

Evening was pending and I busied myself with stocking the refrigerator with the groceries I bought from Whole Foods. Yup that's right, Kostas was a health and fitness maniac...the second pain in my ass. He demanded all his food to be fresh and made out of 100% real products-nothing processed, nothing drugged up with steroids and/or other harmful chemicals. No wonder why he looked so fit.

I'll admit even though I hated Kostas for everything he was, I simply could not hate that ever so scrumptious body of his. His muscles were on point 24/7. Pretty obvious too that I sneak some peeks frequently, huh?

Anyway, the overbearing tyrant was in his home office getting some much needed work done. Kostas commuted his work from home now...so he'd rarely leave, like ever.

I silently sighed as I exited the kitchen and remembered that one of the halls still needed a cleaning. Ten minutes in, I continued to vacuum the Persian rug, elegantly stretching out from one end of the hall to the other where I stood. It was beautifully woven with dark blood reds and deep blues, it absolutely mystified me how something so beautiful could be so real. You could bet that I was being careful when vacuuming it, too, I didn't want to ruin perfection. I'm not ready to pay a huge sum of money for the cost of damages for anything in this house.

Strangely, even when I (purposefully) turned the level up, Kostas' yelling still overpowered its noise. Really, that was the only reason the machine was still on now. Because it was always, always around this time when his rage was unleashed. Same time and likely same reasons: his mom and brother. Of course, I'd always remember the beauty of a woman and the guy with an even more proliferating ego than Kostas.

"Mía!!" I jumped. My name as yelled in such a scary, thick Greek accent.

That was definitely my call so I ran up the stairs and opened the French doors leading to the boss' gigantic work zone. Upon entering, I was met with a pleasing surprise by the name of Jacques Benard.

Enchanting, light blue eyes instantly glinted at the sight of me and a warm smile was stationed—as always—on his forever cheerful face.

"Oh mon Dieu! Est-ce que c'est ma princesse, Mía?!" He beamed, gracefully rising up from his chair to hug me.

I immediately wrap my arms around the friendly man and embrace his death-gripping hug. "Yes, yes, it's me." I understood every word of French he just spoke. Clearly I didn't know it all, but what very little I did understand was taught to me by Jacques.

The man hugging me was evidently one of Kostas' business associates, but their bond also goes deeper than that. He held a title much higher than any other, the man was like family and the very first time I ever met him, I automatically knew why.