Chapter 19: Chapter 19

•• Sheila POV ••

My night was splendid. I couldn't hold it, I dreamt of him the hold night.

You know that feeling when you think of seeing Beyonce or your best artist in a concert or wherever, like, you wish to touch her, talk, or hug her thou you realize that it won't be accessible. I mean, extensive mixtures of feeling... That is how I felt the whole night.

With lots of butterflies romping in my stomach. Weird sensation...

The next day morning,

I take a bath, fix myself more than ever, with a rousing strawberry flavour lipstick.

I rush to work wearing on a big smile, very excited, all hoping to see Mr. Freddy again, even if it's from a far distance. This will be enough to brighten my day.

I reach work earlier than usual. I hear some maids gossiping in the corridors. It's about Freddy.

This gets me curious.

Very eager to hear what is all about, I discretely strut by them like I'm busy doing something.

"Yes, he requested to reserve the entire swinging sector to himself.  Can you imagine?. He wants to deprive other hotels' guess!. He is being selfish. Why can't he attain like every other person?. He feels that he is a superhuman.

Fortunately, there is a private swimming area for wealthy selfish guess like him in this hotel. And the manager was able to convince him to go there!."

They discuss.

OMG, wow!.

I wasn't aware of this private swimming rail. I must see that.

This Freddy must surely be a selfish man.

With that heard, I leave!.

Moving to the kitchen to get busy.

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In the kitchen,

"Mr. Freddy's command is ready!."

The cook announces

"A minute, please!."

The maid in charge excuses herself as she keeps down the a tray.

Without giving a wink, Immediately hurry to the cook.

"It's okay, I can replace her!."

I rapidly grab the tray.

The idling maids around get green-eyed.

Sorry! I'm smarter than you all. I giggle deep down.

"The command is for his room!."

The cook reminds.

"Okay, blue cord!."

I happily retort and move away not minding their weird glances on me.

I place the tray on a trolley and I gaily roll it to the lifter to Freddy's floor.

I knock the door as I reach his room door while fixing my uniform.

"Room service!."

I proclaim as it's normally done.

"Get, in!."

He tells

My heart palpitates at the sound of his voice deep seductive voice.

I pull in the trolley.

He is seated on the couch,

I take the tray to the little dining table not far away from his seat.

He hastily peeks at me with no interest. He says nothing as well.

"I knew it."

I mumble deep within. He can't remember what happened last night. He was damn drunk.

Anyway, it's not surprising, I'm not disappointed, I don't expect anything from him and even if I do that will be so unrealistic.

With that done, I leave without saying a word thou agitated, for catching a glimpse of his sexy self.

I take back the lifter and I go on working as usual.

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A few hours later,

"Sheila!."

Our mentor yells my name.

I shudder at the sound of her voice.

"Yes, ma'am!"

I answer with a trembling voice.

I hope that there is nothing wrong.

"I heard that you were the one which last visited Mr. Freddy's room last night?!."

She tells while moving towards me.

I get stunned, with my eyes wildly open

Our mentor scares, I mean, especially maids.

"Yes!."

I nod

"You are asked by Mr. Freddy!. He wants to see you now in his room now!."

Mentor speaks in a more authoritative tone

I get more horrified by her tone. I'm literally shivering.

"Okay, ma'am!."

I nod with a shaky voice

I move out,

"I hope you haven't done anything stupid!. If so, you will be fired!."

She yells at.

"No...!."

I pull my words in shock

With that, leave and move to Mr. Freddy's room.

My heart rate has increased.

As I reach, he is still seated on the couch. I take a quick glance at the dining table and I notice that he has eaten.

"Are you the last night lady?."

He asks in a weird tone like he is embarrassed to see such low-class

"Yes, sir!."

I seriously nod in fear.

I'm happy, worried, scared at the same time. I can't wait to hear what he has to say, I hope the is nothing wrong.

"I can't really remember what happened last night...!"

He tells.

But I cut him off before he can finish his words.

"I do remember, sir!. You were very drunk!..."

"Not, necessary!."

He cuts me off.

He drags out a park of cash from his suitcase and throws it on the table. With arrogant glance.

Without even saying a word, he walks out on me. Moving to the wardrobe.

I get mad at him.

"Wow, what is the meaning of this?."

I ask myself because I can't tell him, my work first.

I can take the money as a gift.

The arrogance in his tone completely changes the entire situation.

I know that I'm broke for now, but I still got some atoms of dignity in me and I should be respected like any other person.

I can't take this money.

I don't say anything.

I quietly walk out of his room, as he walks out on me.

At least, I can't be fired for walking out on a client.

When he turns to check on me, he doesn't see me.

"Where the hell has she gone to!."

He yells.

He moves out to check, he sees me entering into the lifter.

He runs rapidly enters and the lifter closes behind him.

"Fuck!."

He yells within him.

He didn't plan to get lock in the lifter with me.

I keep frowning.

He presses the buttons on the lifter, yet it doesn't stop, it keeps going down.

I remain quite.

"This will help you!."

He keeps offering money.

"I don't need your help!. If you need to do benevolence, you can do that in an orphanage of your choice!."

I retort

"Find, promise, you won't disclose anything!."

he rules

"Sorry, I won't!."

I boldly retort.

The lifter opens and I immediately move out.

He doesn't have the time to offer a word.

As soon as our mentor sees us, she moves to him like I wasn't existing, she practically pushes me out of the way.

"Any problem, sir!."

She asks with a very huge smile on her face.

"Nothing!."

He drags his words, as he sees me moving away till I disappear.

"Oh, you can take this!."

He hands over the money to our mentor without any interest.

"I can't!."

She says,

We all know that she doesn't mean it.

"Just do it!"

He fakes a smile

"Since you insist!."

She practically seizes the money from his hands, with a heavy malicious smile on.

He then walks back into the lifter.

"Thank you, sir!."

She exclaims without staring at him, she is busy counting the money as if she was expecting it.

He moves to his apartment to get his stuff ready for swimming.

"We aren't all after money!."

I tell myself as I walk away.

I need money but I don't want this kind of intuitive and downgrading kind of money.

And even if I decide to spread what happens, no one will believe me. They will take me for a hysterical fan and I will be fired.

"Mr. Freddy worry less!. Your image is safe!."