Freedom Calls

Juicy

A few hours after Sylvia arrived, I returned to my normal routine. 

I almost forgot that I worked for him before Sylvia came. 

Yes, I cleaned and did things around the house, but between going to therapy twice a week and going to and from the different estates, it was starting to feel like what I imagine "home" might be. 

But today, he surely reminded me and put me back in my place quicker than I could blink. That being said, I couldn't feel any type of way when I took wine and Ice to his room  and caught a glimpse of Sylvia in lingerie.

Buttt I did though. I really did. I was ..Pissed off to say the least.

Yeah, yeah, I know..He's not my 'boyfriend' or anything. He's my boss... And the man who basically has me here against my will.. But still.. There was just something that I couldn't wrap my head around. 

After Sylvia left, Demir didn't make much of an appearance for the rest of the night. I didn't bother him either.

The next morning, I get up at 6:30am and go through my morning routine. I'm in the shower when I realize that I don't have that much of a wardrobe. I'd been wearing the same donated clothes the hospital gave me in addition to the few t-shirts and sweats Demir brought me when I first got here. Then it dawned on me, I still haven't been paid like Demir said I would.

I get out, get dressed and head into the kitchen. There, standing in front of the fridge with the doors open and no shirt on, was Demir.

I felt my cheeks getting hot as I caught a glimpse of his chiseled torso.

Once he noticed I was there he closed the fridge and pulled on his shirt.

" Uh, sorry..." He mumbled.

I shrugged, " Don't be. It's your house."

Images of him and Sylvia together made me clench my teeth. I shook my head and sighed.

I didn't realize that I'd pulled out stuff for breakfast until I was halfway through with making eggs and bacon.

"You cook?" The presence of Demir looking over my shoulder made me shiver. He smelled oddly good despite him coming from his morning run.

"Yes. How do you think breakfast appears every morning on the counter?" I chuckled and raised my eyebrows at him.

He frowned and scratched his head, " I assumed you...preheated food?"

I pretended to be hurt by grabbing my chest and scoffed, " Ouch. That hurt. My food tastes like microwavable food. Great."

For the first time, Demir's face turned slightly red in the cheek area, " N-No. I didn't mean it like that. I um..Your food is good." He grabbed a plate and sat down at the island.

I turned around and started to clean up. There was more than enough if he wanted extras, but one thing I noticed about Demir is that he doesn't eat left overs. I never threw anything away, but whenever I went into the fridge the next day for whatever I'd cook the day before, it was gone.

That's the privileged for you.

As I was about to walk out of the kitchen, Demir stopped me.

"Are you not going to eat breakfast?" I turned and stood there.

Suddenly, I felt awkward. Food was a weird topic for me.

I've always been a bigger girl. But since I got here, I noticed I was filling out in places that I hadn't filled out before. My hips were getting wider and my belly was becoming more 'pudgy' like. And the "roll" I once had was now being multiplied.