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I’m about to leave the room when he suddenly drops the towel, and my eyes widen when they land on his cock. Oh my god, he’s huge. Everywhere. I’m stunned not believing he would do something like this but I’m more shocked at the sheer size of him. The man is big everywhere.
I spin around, “What the hell, Kalum?”
“Like I said, I didn’t agree for you to clean my room. You’re in my room and I’m getting dressed.”
“I could leave and come back,” I quip.
“What’s wrong, Aura? Are you nervous?”
“No. I’m just not interested in seeing you get dressed,” I snap.
Of course, I’m nervous. The guy looks like an Adonis with straight dark brown hair, a perfect nose, a chiseled jaw that can cut my panties in half with a hard body and a cock that is freakishly big. His body makes me feel hot and wet. I have never seen a man naked except when I was curious online and googled what they should look like without their clothes on, but I have to say, Kalum looks better if I compared him. I don’t have anyone to compare his cock to because I have never been intimate with a guy before. I have never seen up close. The most Marcus and I have done is kiss and he felt me up on my breast my junior year when he drove me home. We were kissing and he began to lower his hand and touch my breasts, but it didn’t feel right, and I made an excuse for him to stop. Marcus was understanding and patient, he respected my wishes and that made me like him even more.
He scoffs, “Yeah right. Every girl does.”
“Well, I’m not every girl and I have a boyfriend.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I’m sure he takes great care of you, that’s why you’re here cleaning my room as one of the housekeepers. Please, I’m almost positive he hasn’t called you since you got here and is most likely knee-deep in pussy.”
I flinch because he is right. Marcus hasn’t called me to see if I arrived ok. Gina texted me that she is busy with school and would text me later and said that she missed me, but she never did.
“You’re such a pig.”
“No, I’m honest. If he hasn’t called, it’s because you're easy to forget. Don’t get all high and mighty with me like you're too good for me or some shit. You don’t have to worry about me because I don’t fuck ugly chicks.”
Trying not to look at his chest, I look him straight in the eyes. “At least we can agree with each other on something, we both find each other unattractive.”
His eyes flicker with something I can’t describe. Like it bothers him for me to acknowledge the fact that I find him unattractive.
“Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Now clean my room and get out.”
My eyes sting because I’m mad about my situation. Kalum has been such an ass to me since I got here, and I haven’t done anything for him to act like that toward me. He must hate the fact his parents agreed to have me here and I’m in his house, his school, and now in his room. At least we feel the same way, but it doesn’t sting any less.
Grabbing the sheets that I piled on the floor, I head to the laundry room, blinking back the tears that are threatening to spill, refusing to cry in front of him. I can’t let him see me cry. It will give him an advantage in what he says affects me.
I place the soiled sheets and pour the required soap inside the washer, and when I close the washing machine door, a sob that I was trying to keep at bay escapes. The tears spill and I sniff, missing my mother and my father desperately. How could this have happened?
How could my life be turned upside down? One minute I’m happy with my parents, my boyfriend, my best friend at school, and in a split second, I’ve lost my parents and everything I have ever known leaving me with practically no money, no home, and a job as a housekeeper to a privileged family with a rich snob for a son that apparently hates the fact that I’m here.
Chapter five
Kalum
She practically ran out of my room with my sheets, and I could have sworn I saw tears in her eyes. When she told me she found me unattractive, I got angry. Dropping the towel and appearing naked before her was a bold move. Making her feel uncomfortable was my first thought but maybe I was seeking her reaction.
When I saw her swaying her hips, oblivious to me standing in the doorway of my bathroom, I was mesmerized by her body in tight black leggings and a T-shirt tied in a knot at her waist. Her ass was big and plump, projecting outward, and I was admiring the way the fabric molded to her figure like a second skin. Aura has an amazing hourglass shape with ass and tits for days. When she turned around, sensing me standing there, my eyes dipped to large breasts. She looked like she belonged in my room with her messy bun, like she has been cleaning my room for years but not as a housekeeper but as my girl.
When she told me she found me unattractive and had a boyfriend, I saw red. I smirked because I was shocked with jealousy and all I wanted her to do was forget he existed. He doesn’t deserve her. What guy would let their girlfriend go and accept this type of arrangement. Why did her parents let her go? What type of parents lets another stranger adopt them to be a housekeeper once they turn eighteen in a few months? It’s none of my business but now I’m curious.
Getting close to my bedroom door, I walk slowly in case she walks back in my room and catches me watching her. When I am sure she isn’t walking this way, I peer my head out and look toward the laundry room.
When the machine pauses, switching cycles, I can hear a faint sniffing. Is she crying? She turns sideways, not realizing I’m watching her like a creep, and something breaks inside me. Fresh hot tears stream down her face and she sobs.
The instinct inside me has me approaching her. It was never my intention to make her cry. There is something about the way she cries that tells me I should never be the cause of her tears. It makes me wonder which part of the messed-up things I said hurt her the most to cause her to cry.
Taking long strides down the hallway, her eyes widen, glistening with tears. She quickly wipes them away and averts her face.
In between a sob and a sniff, she asks, “Is there something you need?”
