Chapter 8: Sneaky Maid

Adam

“You offered her a job?” My dad asked, stunned just as I ended the call with Emily. He had come out of nowhere like an apparition almost scaring me. I was standing in the hall talking to Emily who was explaining to me why she had snapped at me earlier and was apologizing for her behavior.

“Yes, dad I did. Is that a problem?”

“Adam honestly yes, it is. The way you describe this girl, she seems very nice as I said before and I don't want someone who will distract you from work in the same building as you or worse cause problems because you can’t keep it in your pants and settle down. You guys will probably start a relationship that may or may not end in turmoil and knowing you it's the latter, so yes I do have a problem with that.”

“Dad relax, she and I haven't been going out or discussing anything about us being in a relationship. I am going to remain professional.”

“Just like how you remain professional with Amelia? Why haven't you fired that girl yet?”

“How did you know that?” I was shocked. I thought that I had kept it under wraps and the only person who knew was James but my dad knows as well.

“Walls have ears son.”

“Dad that's completely different––this is a completely different case and the reason I didn't fire her is that she needed the job to support herself and her family,” I argued.

“If you say so son but all I can say is be careful. Now that you hired Ms. Martinez, what about Mrs. Wilson? Where will she work now that you have gotten a new personal assistant?” My dad asked curiously as he leaned up against the wall.

“Mrs. Wilson is getting old and a little tardy but I will still keep her around the office. She just won’t be my personal assistant anymore.”

“Okay, do what you feel is best,” he spoke in a monotone before he walked away. Leaving me standing in the hall watching him disappear.

“I will,” I shouted after him before I turned and walked into my study. This is the place where I spend most of my time when I want to hide away from everyone around and when I feel a pang of loneliness. Being rich everyone expects you to be happy because you have money and can buy anything in the world that you want but what they fail to realize is that material things don’t fill the void of loneliness.

It just makes you have something that you haven't had before. I hide behind dating supermodels, singers, actresses, anyone that is famous rather. I used them just for sex and then discard them like they weren't there, but now I feel like I’m slowly changing I don't know how but I know it’s because of Emily Martinez.

I know it has been only two days, but it was just two days it took for me to feel something for someone––a couple of strangers. Two days to make me experience new feelings and emotions for someone that I just met in comparison to persons I have dated in the past.

I know I had no right to say that I was feeling something for Emily when Heather was just in my bed. Truth to be told, I had felt bad after Heather and I had sex and I found myself the entire time thinking about her. I also didn’t have sex with anyone since the last time I had sex with Heather and I always have someone in my bed. Maybe I was slowly changing and Heather was that person who had gave me a small nudge but Emily––she was the one who was giving me a push. A powerful one in the eye of uncertainty––but I hoped that in the end, it would be something beautiful. I still wasn’t ready to fall in love though, but I was willing to take the necessary step to get there––at some point just not now.

I know that Emily’s not rich or classy like who I have dated in the past but she has class and she is an independent woman. Her traits are the ones I should seek after. She seems like the woman that can put me in my place when I cross the line, I definitely know she won’t treat me like the bimbos who would just brush it off than have sex with me later to make me feel better. I must say I was a bit surprised, hurt and a little turn-on when Emily had snapped at me earlier. The way her hazel eyes flashed with anger when she shouted at me was kind of sexy.

Powering on my laptop that was on the Mahoney brown desk, I went inside my email and opened the file that James had sent me to Emily. Reading it I saw her dad had a couple of years ago from having a heart attack and that she had lived in Texas before moving to Washington DC then to New York after her dad died. She was twenty-one years old and lived alone with her mom in a small two-bedroom apartment in an apartment complex at one Ambrose Lane. Her mom has breast cancer which is now at stage three and that she works at one of the small local bookstores. All of which I already know, the only information I didn't know is that her dad had died from a heart attack.

Knock! Knock! A loud bang on the door interrupting my reading.

“Come in,” I shout. In walked Amelia with a cup of coffee on a tray. “I just made this for you,” she said while handing it to me.

“Thank you, you can leave it right there,” I said while pointing to the far end of my desk. Resting it on the table, she walked around to where I was and started to rub my shoulders.

“You seem tense Adam, let me help you relieve some of that stress that you're feeling,” she spoke seductively as her hand worked my shoulders.

“If you don't take your fucking hands off me, you're going to lose it faster than how you got them!” I said coolly.

“Oh Adam, I just want you to be happy and you know I can make you happy.”

“Amelia, take your hands off me now! We are not together you need to stop cross the fucking line. You are my employee, not my girlfriend or wife. Please get out!”

“That line has already been crossed Adam,” she replied angrily. “Or is that you don’t remember me being in your bed almost every night, while you fuck me mercilessly? The kisses I used to place upon your body before I slowly made my way down to your cock where I sucked gently.” She whispered seductively in my ear. Closing my eyes, all those memories came flooding back, but there were no emotions or feelings with it. I couldn’t even find myself getting hard like how I used to those many nights ago. This made me realize I was done with Amelia.”

“Get away Amelia,” I spoke up as I took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

Taking her hands off me, she came around the front of the desk to face me. She had this look of both hate and love but I wasn’t going to acknowledge it. Amelia was no longer a part of my life and the chapter of our story has come to an end. Seeing that she wasn’t getting anything out of me, she turned to walk away. Opening the door, she came face to face with James who was surprised to see her in here. His surprise then turned into anger.

I never understood why he hates her so much.

“Get the fuck out!” He barked.

“Don't worry, I was leaving,” she retorted. Stretching out his right arm, he gave her room for her to pass. Walking out, he then came in and closed the door behind him.

“What was she doing in here?”

“She brought me coffee and was trying her very hardest to seduce me,” I chuckled.

“Giving me one of his famous, ‘this not a joking matter looks’ I stopped laughing.

“James, why do you hate her so much?” I asked curiously. “Ever since she showed up here you have always hated her. Why?

“She is very sneaky Adam, there is something about that girl that I can't place a finger on.”

“You're just being paranoid James,” I assured him.

“Maybe so but my gut tells me she's not to be trusted and you know my instincts are never wrong.”

“I know James, I think she is harmless but keep an eye on her.”

“Oh, trust me I will.”

“So why did you come in here?” I asked even though I knew his reason. He wanted to ask me about Emily no doubt. James has always been there for me when it comes on to my relationship, he will always give me advice but being the man, I am––relationship-wise had I brushed them off.

He has always been right about the women I pick, they were needy and clingy but I never listen. Now each time I break up with one of them I wish I had listened to him. It was my never-ending cycle of being hard-headed as I never listened.

“I came to ask about that black-haired beauty that you had gone to visit today,” he said teasingly.

“I mostly went to look for her mom, I had brought a bouquet of roses for her. You know so it could probably bring life to that dull white wall hospital room that she is in and also to offer my support to Emily who had turned around and snapped at me because I was caring about her,” I said miserably.

“It's the first I ever saw you care for a woman other than your mom Adam and I must say I am proud and a little scared. Proud that you have found someone and scared that you will hurt her with your Casanova ways.” He said while laughing.

“Emily seems different from James which also makes me feel scared. I don't want to hurt her as she seems a bit fragile and I don't want my ‘Casanova’ ways to hurt her, so I am treading slowly. I want to make sure that this is what I really want–– to be settled down with someone and to leave my old ways behind.” As I was talking, I could see James looking at me with a shocked expression on his face and his mouth wide open, gaping at me like a fish, his look so comical that I couldn't help but laugh.

James Denarius was a man who always wore a serious expression on his face that could scare the devil himself. With him looking at me with a shocked expression. I must say that this look came as a shock. Recovering from his fright he said, “Adam is so proud of you and I'm sure your mom will as well.” Smiling at his words I looked at the picture of her that was on my desk, as I let his words sink in.

“So, did she hit you for real?” he asked while laughing loud and hard.

Giving him a hard look, I began to rub my jaw which made him laugh even more. Soon I joined in the laughter. We laughed for a good couple of seconds before an incoming message on my phone ceased. Picking it up, I saw that it was a message from Heather and Ms. King, a family friend who was throwing a fundraiser tonight. Opening Ms. King’s message first, I saw that she was just reminding me that it would be at seven pm tonight and I should bring my checkbook. Chuckling, this was typically her reminding me to bring the most important thing to her. She was the most joyous woman I ever met and she always knows how to make people laugh with the way she banters.

Closing her message, I opened the one from Heather.

“ You Fucked me, then tossed me aside. Typically, you. I hate you!” Shaking my head, I place my phone on the desk and looked at James who was now seated comfortably on the chair in front of me.

“Heather,” I spoke nonchalantly.

“You're always dating crazy. When are you ever going to learn?” Laughing, I got up and he did the same. Opening the door, I saw that Amelia’s ears were cocked behind the door and because of how quickly I had opened it, she had almost fallen. Luckily for her James was feeling a bit kind-hearted at the moment because he held her up and as soon as she was on her feet he withdrew his hands so fast you would have thought she was on fire.

“Why were you eavesdropping Amelia?” I asked calmly.

“I was just––trying to–––”

“Just leave,” James spoke, cutting off her mumbling.

Walking away from us, he looked at me then back at her retreating figure before speaking. “Then you wonder why I don’t trust her.”

***

Walking inside the St. Regis hotel and into the ballroom, I saw that the fundraiser had more people than I had anticipated. Walking up to Ms. King who was chatting with someone, she ended her conversation and bid them goodbye the minute she spotted me.

“Adam darling,” she cooed as she pinched my cheek and wrapped me in a motherly hug. Chuckling, I pulled away and kissed her on the cheek.

“Ms. King, it’s so lovely to see you. I just stopped by to hand you the cheque in person and leave.” Going into my jacket pocket, I took out the envelope that had the cheque and handed it to her.

“I know this is not your scene but at least stay for five minutes. Mingle and talk and if you're still not feeling up to it, you can leave.” Giving me one of her pleading looks, I reluctantly agreed. Smiling at me, she kissed me on the cheek before she ventured off to speak with more people. Going over to the bar, I asked the bartender to give me a glass of champagne.

Sipping it, my eyes landed on the red-haired beauty that was standing a few feet away. She was dressed in a black dress that had a split at the side that showed a little thigh. She was eyeing me and I was doing the same. Flashing one of my famous smiles, I nodded my head to the exit before I drowned my drink and placed the glass on the counter. Walking out, I could hear her heels clicking behind me. Going into a small room where the staff changed, I left the door ajar. A few seconds later it was opened and then closed with the latch by the red-haired stranger.

Taking her by the hand, I drew her close to me and I could feel her nipples perked up against my chest. Pushing her against the wall, I lifted one of her feet and wrapped it around me before my hand made their way up underneath her dress. I could hear her panting and I could smell her arousal in the air. Shifting her panties to the side, my fingers began to play in her wetness. Kissing her on the neck, I inhaled her scent. She smelled of strawberries, and I couldn’t help myself. Running my tongue up and down her neck, I felt her body shivered beneath me.

Hearing my phone buzz in my pocket, I took it out.

“Ignore it,” she softly moaned out as my fingers found my way inside her hot box, fingering her. Looking at the screen, I saw that it was Emily and she had sent me a text asking if I was okay. Pulling away from her, I saw she had a look of confusion on her face.

“I have to go,” I mumbled out before I rushed outside.