kiara.
13:56pm.
thursday.
¦i'm gonna be at the store, i'll be back real quick.¦
he said as he ran out of the door.
i've been in here since tuesday night, i've not hear from my brother's either from my friend steffy.
i've discovered that he was a pretty much rude ass person when he was not in bed.
well rude in general, but when he talks to me he is calm.
i said rude because i heard him talk to his maids somehow and when he received office calls.
he would always have to yell through the phone.
he has maids because obviously this man wouldn't clean his house often, he was.. let's say kinda busy.
actually very busy.
i tried to figure out what was he doing for living to get all this.
he had over eleven maids.
if one of them told me they had slept with him, i wouldn't be surprised.
i just find out his name, i even realized i had sex yesterday with someone i barely knew, not even his name, but he knew mine.
grayson dolan.
grayson bailey dolan.
it's his full name.
all i hear around the sound was calm music and heels of maids walking around the Italian white marble.
simply beautiful.
the walls are brown gold, because it is a complement colors.
i'm droolinggg.
the house is simple but expensive, more than my whole home and school fees.
right now, i'm looking into nowhere as i'm thinking, elaborating things.
¦maria is there anything you would like, ma'am?¦
laura, one of the maid, said to me kindly.
she was only 56 years old and she was calling me ma'am.
¦madam, there's is no need to call me ma'am, i'm just 18.¦
i said as i caressed her wrinkles hands gently,giving her a warm smile.
she nods as she gets back to work heading to the office.
laura was the only old one among all the maids, the rest seemed like in their 20s.
i felt bad for laura.
she suppose to retire but the man is keeping her here or maybe she likes staying here.
