CHAPTER 3

APRIL'S POV

I exclaimed as I jerked back to reality.

"What do you think you are doing for heaven's sake, April?" Philemon shouted as he turned off the faucet in my bathroom.

I was almost drowning and forgot that I turned on the faucet. He handed me my towel and brought me out of the tub. He walked me to my bed and handed me a pant and a baggy top.

"What the hell was that, April? I told you to stop zoning out in the bathroom, especially when the faucet is on." He nagged.

I blocked my ears with my fingers to prevent it from bursting from Phil's constant nagging.

"Okay, I'm sorry, Phil. I just couldn't help it." I apologized.

I really can't blame him for being so dramatic. This isn't the first time it's happening. The only time I flashback to my parent's murder is when I'm in the bathroom. Working for Lady Sun always occupies my mind, which I find really distracting away from my childhood trauma.

The first time it happened, I had zoned out, and the bathtub was filled with water. I snapped out of it and could not get out of the tub. I struggled to stand up but ended up hitting my head on the tub.

I was taken to a therapist, and fortunately, it stopped, but recently I started zoning out again.

"What's up?" I queried Phil, whose eyes were glued to my body. It isn't strange. He has always found me fascinating, and he is the only one who saw me as a woman. I know he wants me but we must stick to the rule of the house, which states 'no dating.' I won't deny that I also want Phil. I always imagine his body on mine, caressing me and causing me to moan his name aloud.

Phil is a handsome young man; he has a perfect nose and the perfect lips. He is tall and straight; his abs are enough to turn me on; he has dark, curly hair, which he cherishes. The most amusing thing about Phil is that he loves dancing and singing; he writes poems at his leisure, and as far as I can remember, he has only written poems for me.

According to the news I heard, he is also an orphan like me. He doesn't like talking about his family, and he has never discussed his family with me. You can say he is cold, but I always feel warm when I'm close to him.

Phil happens to be the only guy I am close with. We've done crazy things together. Whenever I get drunk, he cleans me up and brings me to safety. I remember begging him for sex one night. I was under the influence of alcohol and pretty drunk. I grabbed him by his neck and shouted his name heartily. I begged him to have sex with me, but knowing Phil, he won't want that done under the influence of alcohol. We have kissed numerous times, but he won't have sex with me because I'm virgin.

"I don't want to hurt you." He will always say.

"You will never hurt me, Phil." I will always tell him.

I understand him, but I'd rather get laid by Phil than any other person. He has been more than a friend and brother to me. He has seen me in my darkest moment; he has been a reliable shoulder to cry on. I remember one poem he wrote and read to me:

YOUR FACE IS LIKE THE MORNING SUN THAT REFUSES RAIN OF TEARS

WHEN I LOOK UP AT THE STARS I REMEMBER YOUR SMILE

YOU SHOULD ALWAYS STAY HAPPY BECAUSE I'VE BURIED ALL YOUR

SAD MOMENTS IN MY ANUS TO BE PASSED ALONG WITH MY POO...

The latter part is so hilarious, but I really appreciate that he always wants to make me smile.

 "Are you free tonight? I want us to hang out." He interrupted my thought.

Philemon opened the door to his car for me. I got into the car and tightened my seat belt. He turned on the ignition while I turned on the music. The environment was serene, and I felt aroused. I hummed along with the music playing along his stereo.

I opened my phone and logged into my social media.

TRENDY NEWS

JASON STONE, ONE OF THE YOUNGEST BILLIONAIRE, ASSAULTED HIS PA AND FIRED HER .

Jason's picture was all over the net, and the picture of his injured PA was all over the blog.

ACCORDING TO A WITNESS, JASON IS A CRAZY PERSON WHO CARES LESS ABOUT HIS WORKERS; HE TREATS THEM LIKE TRASH AND MAKES WORK HELL ON EARTH FOR THEM. HE EVEN GOES AS FAR AS PULLING THEIR HAIR AND CURSING.

Attached to the article is a video of Jason Stone barking at one of his workers and pushing him to the wall.

"Oh shit." I muttered under my breath.

"What's the matter?" Phil queried.

"Well, it serves him right; he will learn to treat people. better." Phil said after I gisted him.

Jason Stone happens to be the son of my parents killers. You want to know how I discovered? Well... My phone rang, and I swiped up to receive the call.

"I'm on my way." I responded to the caller.

Lady Sun summoned all of us to the common room, thereby interrupting our perfect evening. We drove into the compound and met almost everyone gathered.

Lady Sun walked majestically into the room filled with silence. We all bowed in acknowledgement of her presence.

"We are here because of a vital arrangement. We all would have heard of the trendy news on Jason Stone. It's high time we step up our game; this is the time we all have been waiting for. Of course the article that caused the uproar has been taken down, but the rumor is still spreading like wildfire. Mr. Stone posted on a closed community that he needs a PA for his crazy, recalcitrant son who would work with him for a year. No one is ready to work with a psychopath like Jason, but before they get someone, we are sending April as his PA." She concluded, staring deeply into my eyes.

"Wha...t...? Me? How? Why? Why me?" I blurted out, perplexed by the turn of event