It was 8:00 am and I was already at Mr. Reeves' home. The had been very serious when he had said don't be late and I had no intention of fucking up when it was just the first day.

He was the one who opened the door for me and when i got it, I had to keep my mouth from dropping at the sheer luxury and opulence in the house. It looked so... impersonal, like an interior decorator had just dropped shit they felt would match then gotten paid and disappeared.

But I didn't say a thing because it wasn't my place. $5,000 was not a small amount of money. I couldn't afford to run my mouth and ruin this job for myself.

I followed Mr. Reeves dutifully, observing and taking note of everything. I was going to be around this house for a while so it would be better for me to familiarize myself with it.

"It's a good thing you're punctual," Mr. Reeves' deep voice starting, startling me and stopping my observation. I looked at him to find that he was already staring at me. I looked away, feeling heat come up on my cheeks.

"So I will need you to—Wait," he said, stopping.

I frowned and looked back at him. There was literally no expression on his face. He looked me up and down without saying a word. Then all of a sudden, he asked, "Where are your bags?"

My frown deepened to show my confusion. Bags? Did he mean purse or something?"

"Bags, sir?"

"Your luggage," Mr. Reeves' clarified. But I was still perplexed.

"I don't understand sir. Was I supposed to bring along anything?" I asked but the man ignored my question. Ouch.

"Kayla, what do you understand by housekeeper," he asked patiently, as patiently as I think he could ask.

"Someone who cleans and cooks...?" My tone was hesitant and it sounded like I was asking a question. From the look on Mr. Reeves' face, that was not the answer he was looking for.

"Wrong. A housekeeper is someone who is supposed to take care of a house, keep the house if you want to put it like that. Which means that they will have to be present at all times on the grounds."

I stared at him a little dumbly. I got the point he was driving at. But I wanted him to make it.

"What does that imply, sir?" I asked in a small voice.

"It implies, Kayla, that to be my housekeeper, you are going to have to move in here."

I swallowed, twisting my fingers. This was all too much. I had only just accepted this job from him, and now I find out that I am going to have to move in with him? It was one thing working for him, and it was another moving in with him. Made me wonder just what his intentions towards me were.

"Sir, I can be here super early, and I don't mind leaving late. I don't think moving in—"

"It's either you move in with me or you forget about the job," he interrupted.

I bit my lip. This was so hard. I fought the urge to cry. There were so many reasons why this was bad. And why moving in with him would be a big mistake.

First off, there was Chris who had been asking me to move in with him since forever. And I had been refusing. I knew exactly how he was going to take it if I moved in with this man, he wouldn't care that it was for work. He would take it badly.

Secondly, this man, I didn't know him! I knew we were going to sign a contract. But I didn't trust him. What if he just wanted me here so he could just have a very easy and accessible person to drain his balls in? I didn't want to be taken advantage, especially since he was in a position of power.

"I... Can I sleep on this sir?" I asked, hoping he was going to say yes.

But it was like all the stars and all that shit had aligned against me because, with a slight smirk on his face, Mr. Reeves said, "I need a response now, Kayla. Its either you accept or you don't."

I bit my lip again and looked around the house. This was hard. I hadn't expected this and it was more than a little jolting. And the fact that he was asking for an immediate response left me shell shocked.

"I accept," I said finally, when it was clear that the man was becoming impatient.

"Good. My driver is going to take you back to your apartment and you will get your stuff ready. When you are done, you will call him so he can get you. And then, when you come back here, we will go over everything you would have to do as my housekeeper. You can go now. He is waiting for you."

I walked out silently and saw that, indeed, the driver was waiting for me. He opened the door for me and I slipped in. I had been so excited for this, so excited about the prospect of stable income (and $5,000) that I had not thought about all the implications.

I wasn't sure how to feel. I could still back out. But did I want to? There were so many cons. But the pros were there as well. I would be living rent free in a luxurious apartment, one I wouldn't have dreamt I would ever step foot in. Two, I would be getting $5,000 every month, and if I moved in with him, I would be able to save a lot because no bills and no thoughts of food.

The pros were mostly financial, but wasn't all that really mattered? I sighed and realized that we were already in my neighborhood. I had been so lost in thought that I hadn't realized.

I got out of the car after the driver opened it (I probably shouldn't get used to this kind of treatment) and after a small thank you, I headed home.

I sighed as I got in. I had always prided myself on taking care of my needs, and not depending on anyone. And I was extremely proud of living on my own, and seeing everything was right with me. I wasn't condemning people who depended on others. But it wasn't a very pretty situation. People with authority tended to take advantage of you. And I was scared that, that was going to happen when I moved in with that man.

I dialled Chris's number, feeling extremely nervous. He was my boyfriend. It would make no sense to wake up and just leave my place without telling him a thing. He picked on the first ring.

"Hey babe," Chris answered. I smiled at his voice.

"Hey," I said. Then I cleared my throat. I didn't even know how to start this!

"What's up?"

"I... Chris, I have something I need us to talk about. I would have preferred for us to meet but I don't have a lot of time left."

"Time left for what? Hey, I could over to your place so we could talk if it's important."

"No!" I exclaimed. "I mean, no Chris, don't stress yourself out. I'll just tell you." I didn't want to imagine the scene that was going to play out if he came here, especially with the driver and all.

"I... Chris, I... I'm moving in with Mr. Reeves."

"You're what?" Chris exclaimed.

"Moving in with Roman Reeves," I muttered, my voice even smaller.

"I think the fuck you're not!" I didn't say anything. "Are you home?"

"Yes but—"

"I'm coming."

He hung up and I looked down at my phone. This wasn't going to be pretty.

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