Chapter 65: Chapter 65

HIS TROUBLESOME SELF

"Rashid!?", she said this time around fully sure that the shadow is him.

His movements paused, a huge grin marred his face. "How long would it have taken you before you knew it was me?, You were so scared right?, If I was in the extreme down of the estate I could hear the inhaling and exhaling of your breath, it screams fear", Rashid said.

"Ohhhh Rashid, I was fucking scared, I was afraid something must have happened...

"To me?", Rashid questioned.

"Ohhhh, I can see how much you care for me", he said with a lopsided grin that spread across his face.

Janelle spread forth her hands to push him off, when she felt something which had furs and very soft.

"God!!", Janelle screamed.

"What is that?", she continued.

"Say hello to Thelma, my favorite pet", Rashid said.

"Wait, was she the one that kept rubbing itself on me?", Janelle asked.

"Ohh yeah, let's say she has developed a liking for you, when she likes you, she tries to cuddle with you", Rashid replied.

"Rashid!!, you really scared me, I was gonna ask you that", Janelle said, being so short of words.

"Now that you are here, you got to get back to work", He said, maintaining a neutral look on his face, hiding his thoughts and emotions.

"Ohhh that's true", Janelle muttered.

"What was I even thinking, that he would start acting like we have known each other for long, I am a very big fool", Janelle muttered to herself, as she brought her palms to her forehead and slapped it four times.

Rashid did not reply her, he just picked up his cat, Thelma and headed back to where ever he came from.

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"Gosh this new dress of yours fits you so well, and you have that modelling body, I could help you talk to Rashid so you could apply with all these modelling agencies", Mrs Margaret the chef and housekeeper said.

"Yeah?", Janelle asked with a raised brow.

"Ohhhh, that's if he would agree to your request, I don't think he would ever want that, like you modelling for everyone to see, Rashid would bluntly refuse, I even made a very big mistake telling you about it", Mrs Margaret replied with a withdrawn and clouded face.

Janelle walked over to her and took Mrs Margaret's hands in hers. She looked at her so lovingly.

"You did not make any mistake, Ma, you only expressed yourself and voiced out your opinion. I too have always wanted to be a model, but you know.... my parents won't ever want that.

I was born a Catholic, so they feel it's a very big sin to engage in such activity, I would tell Rashid and if he's gonna help me out, that's fine, but if he won't, I would still be okay with that. I would keep it aside, but that would also take a lot of discouragements before I ever think of forfeiting my dreams", Janelle replied.

All the while, Rashid had been eaves dropping in their conversation. He nodded his head in disapproval.

That is one thing, he can't ever think of helping her in, he would strictly stick with her parents in making that decision, he won't even think of giving it a second thought.

When he noticed their discussion had ended, he slowly tiptoed back to his room. Yes his room, because he knows she would come there to take the clothes she's going to wash for him.

Janelle walked to Rashids' room sulking after Mrs Margaret had made it point blank that she won't help her to fetch the clothes Rashid would want her to wash for him.

"You wore this hot dress and you really don't think you should go to his room and taunt him with it?, I won't help you with that", That was the last statement she had dropped before Janelle left for his room.

"I would surely taunt him with this dress", Janelle thought, within the week she had taken a piece of material to the tailor to sew it for her.

The dress was looking so short, Rashid had told her to always look official while working in his house, ever since then she dresses like a maid while in his house.

She just did not know what Rashid had in mind for her, he had plans of his just as she had plans for him.

She had reached the stair to his room and was about taking a turn, when she began hearing sounds from inside.

"Okay, deep breaths", she said to herself.

Only that it wasn't just sounds or voices, they were moans coming from within. She reached the door to his room and knocked.

Straight up, he answered immediately. She opened the door and walked in, she left the door half open.

"You should shut the door behind you", Rashid said, with a deep voice, his voice seemed unaffected from the moans coming from the big wall screen television.

Janelle's hands became so shaky, as she brought her hands to the handle of the door and closed it.

She looked back to see Rashid laying carelessly on the bed, not even a bit unaffected by the view, the pornographic movies he was watching.

She couldn't even bring herself to look at the television.

"I er-er-ermm, I ca-came to take the cat... so-so sorry, I meant the c-cl-clothes", Janelle stuttered as she kept her head low.

"Would you ask me for the clothes, with your head down?", He questioned.

"E-er-er-eeerm no, I just want to w-wa-wash the clo-clothes", she replied, as she fidgeted with the hem of her dress.

Rashid looked at the attire she wore, so damn short, went down to her slender legs and back up to the exposed part of her cleavage, if she was fair skinned, her face would have gone all red.

"The clothes are over there", he said.

Janelle moved and began walking around looking for the clothes.

"Are these all you would want me to wash?", she asked.

"Are they too small, probably I should add more", he replied.

She finally looked up at him, her lips parted, when she saw movements beneath the duvet.

Her eyes locked there, the movements wasn't too slow, neither was it too fast. It was a calculated one.

"Don't tell me, no... it's not what I'm thinking, he's not.. no he won't do that, gawddd even though, should it be in my presence, this man must have no shame", she thought, as she slowly brought her eyes to his face.

"They ain't too big neither are they too small, I will just get to work", Janelle said as she turned back to leave the room.

"And that also, you forgot it, it's over there", Rashid said, those words forced her to an abrupt stop.

She walked over to the piece of cloth that was in the laundry basket. She picked it up and wanted to add it to the other like of unwashed clothes, when she suddenly decided to look at it.

"His brief!!!!!!!", her mind screamed and her heart hammered in her chest.

"D-did y-yo-you see this before dro-dropping it over there for me to wash?", She asked him.

"I probably made no mistake when I dropped it there, afterall it's unwashed and you have to wash it.

Do you want to back up now and come live with me, it would be so interesting", He said with a wide grin spread across his face.

His breathing became shallowed and laboured, as the movements became faster beneath the duvet. Janelle could not help but stare, "W-what.are.you.doing?", she questioned.

It took him some few minutes before he answered her, his breathing had gone back to normal as he slumped back on the bed, with his left hand crossed over his forehead.

"What does it look like I was doing?", He asked her.... "I was doing what you always do when you are burning over someone", he continued.

"Are you okay, you sounded so hurt like though you were pained over something?", she opined.

"W-wa-wait, you didn't know what I just did?", he asked, with disbelief and shock written over his face.

"You shouldn't have seen that, shittt!!!!", he groaned and cursed.

"Did you really mean what you just said, that you don't know what was going on beneath my duvet?", he asked in a very light tone.

"Noo... I really don't know", she replied innocently, as she stood on one leg, keeping the weight of her body entirely on one.

Rashid sat up immediately on his bed, his eyes reached to search her eyes, he just could not believe what she just said, he pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to make sure he wasn't dreaming and sure he knew he was not.

"Come here", he ordered her.