Chapter 2

• Kiara:
• “How’d it go?” Grace
• asked when I entered the house. She was yet to see me since she was in the
• living room. I could tell by her nearing footsteps that she was walking toward me,
• her expression had changed from excited to worried the second she laid eyes on
• me. I didn’t blame her, I knew that I was nowhere near being in a good state.
• Hell, I was far away from that.
• “What happened?”
• Grace asked. My eyes were bloodshot red from crying, and it wasn’t out of
• heartbreak, I honestly couldn’t care less about Thomas, sure I liked him, but
• that was all that there was. I didn’t fall in love with him, I was just looking
• for a man who fit mother’s ‘perfect man’ criteria. His words broke me far
• beyond comparison and the thing is, I couldn’t say anything about them. I was
• there for money and he was there for pleasure.
• “Nothing love, don’t
• worry about it” I said taking off my coat and heels.
• “Nothing? Kiara your
• eyes are swollen from crying, please talk to me” Grace begged looking me in the
• eye. I shook my head, remembering Thomas's harsh words to me, the pity or disrespect
• some had in their eyes. Everything was coming to me kicking me in the gut with
• every passing second. I knew that the media might even talk about this and that
• itself worried me. My reputation would be in stake and if Mrs. Iris saw the
• news then there was no way that she would let me work in her house. Especially
• not to serve her guests.
• “Thomas just saw me
• as a pawn. He asked me to come with him to his house because it was ‘empty’ and
• he wanted to have his way with me. K was just for his pleasure, he didn’t see
• me as anything else” I said looking at my sister. I was expecting her to tell
• me ‘I told you so’ because she technically has, many times. But it was me who
• refused to believe it, and now my dignity was stepped on. Yes, my intentions
• toward being with the man weren’t exactly the purest. But I never saw him as a
• bank account. Hell, I was choosing him because I knew that my mum wouldn’t
• accept me being with any other man otherwise, I was also hoping that I would
• maybe fall in love with him in the future. That option too, went down in vain.
• “I know you warned
• me and that I didn’t listen but…”
• “But nothing, how
• about we watch a movie? Get rid of this bad boy energy. You’ve got a big day
• tomorrow, and we don’t want to ruin it with a dickhead that didn’t deserve you”
• she said smiling “but I will say a quick I told you so because I did”
• I laughed and wiped
• my tears with the back of my hand making my sister smile and wrap her arms
• around me, hugging me tightly. I was thankful for her being here with me, the
• girl left her home, family, and friends because of me. Mum had punished her
• because I fell in love. But she never once rubbed it in my face, on the
• contrary, she always supported me no matter what, and knowing the state that I
• was in when we first got here, she always and I mean always stood behind and
• supported me through every decision I made.
• “You go freshen up,
• wear something comfortable, I’ll make us some hot chocolate” Grace said softly.
• My eyes widened upon hearing that she’ll be entering the kitchen, but she
• rolled her eyes at me making me laugh.
• “I’ve made drinks
• before, don’t worry, I won’t be burning your kitchen” she rolled her eyes
• making me laugh. She was never one to cook or enter the kitchen unless she was
• helping prepare the kitchen. For known reasons but I preferred keeping the
• kitchen intact for as long as we lived in this house.
• “I won’t be long” I
• said entering my bedroom. Choosing my clothes before entering the bathroom and
• stripping out of what I was wearing for the cursed date that I went to.
• “Alright, shower up
• then choose the movie while I get everything ready”
• ************************
• “Grace! You have to
• wake up, come on!” I said waking my sister up who seemed to have a tractor
• sleeping on top of her as she refused to open her eyes “Grace Adams, either you
• wake up or please help me God, I will pour this cold-water bucket on you”
• “You wouldn’t dare!”
• Her eyes snapped open to find that I did have a water bucket by my side and was
• willing to pour it on her if she didn’t wake up. Especially since I’ve been
• waking her up for the past fifteen minutes, and she had to be at work in an
• hour. Therefore she needed to be sure to catch the bus stop, otherwise the girl
• would seriously be late.
• “Good morning to you
• too” I rolled my eyes at her, she smiled cheekily before glaring at me for
• waking her up with such a threat. But it wasn’t like she gave me another
• option. I didn’t want her losing her very first job on her first week.
• “Get up, we fell
• asleep watching the movie and you need to get ready for work. I’ll go prepare
• breakfast” I said looking at her. I was still wearing a long-sleeved baby pink
• shirt which reached my mid-thighs, socks, and no pants. But then again, that
• didn’t make a difference as it was only Grace and I in the house.
• “Okay” Grace said
• checking the watch realizing why I woke her up in a rush. Of course, the girl
• would never put an alarm, which meant that it was up to me to wake her up. I
• didn’t mind though, I was a big sister for a reason, note the sarcasm.
• I prepared eye eggs
• and turkey bacon, grilled toast, and poured us both glasses of orange juice
• while the water was heating up to make us both mugs of coffee.
• “Is that turkey
• bacon I’m smelling?” Grace said a few minutes later as I was setting everything
• on the table. I hummed in response finding her fixing her hair by the door
• mirror.
• “I love you!” She
• said excitedly making me laugh as she sat and we started eating making sure to
• keep careful eye on the watch as we didn’t want her to be late for work.
• “When are you going
• to the Brooke house?” Grace asked as she got up after finishing her breakfast
• wanting to wash the dish.
• “Don’t worry, I got
• it…” I told her turning off the water faucet “at around eleven, I’ll just fix
• everything up here then I’ll get going”
• “Okay, call me and
• tell me what happens, and if they mistreat you just leave, these are rich
• people and I don’t trust them” Grace winked, I rolled my eyes reading her
• underline words. Especially since the bastard was technically their son. But
• this was work I was talking about and I wasn’t going to let my emotions get in
• the way of a golden chance like this one. Not again anyway.
• “Bye love” I said
• giving her a lunch bag which I had prepared for her. She clapped her hands in
• excitement. I prepared it knowing that she probably spent the whole day
• yesterday without anything to eat as she was too lazy to prepare anything, and
• knowing my sister, she wouldn’t want to be spending unnecessary money on junk food.
• Hence was why I made her something to eat while she was there until she came
• home to find a proper meal to have as lunch.
• “Bye, I’ll call you
• when I get there” Grace said kissing my cheek before closing the door. I handed
• her the house keys, As of course, she was going to forget them had I not handed
• them to her, she smiled cheekily at me before I locked the door behind her
• using my own keys.
• I looked at the messed-up
• living room and drew myself a plan to get everything done before leaving the
• house, not wanting to put pressure on my sister when she got back from work. I
• knew that working from nine till five and getting home at almost six is
• exhausting, she might as well find the house tidy.
• “Well Kiara, time to
• get things done”
• ***********************
• “Um, is this the
• Brooke house?” I asked a maid who opened the door for me. This place was a
• mansion not a house. Despite Mrs. Iris giving me her driver’s number, I
• preferred coming here with a taxi. If I lost the job because of what happened
• yesterday. I’d simply manage to find my way back home myself.
• “You must be Kiara”
• the maid said calmly. Her brown eyes cold as she looked me up and down, I was
• wearing blue jeans and a white buttoned up shirt which had its sleeves rolled
• up, my hair was left in its natural curls. I nodded at her and she moved away
• from the door to allow me to walk inside.
• I waited for her to
• close the door and followed her inside the mansion. My eyes widening as I
• looked at the expensive chandeliers, couches, dining table, different
• paintings, carpets, plush pillows, the garden which seemed to be endless,
• everything in that house spoke money and power, how were these people not from
• the royal family was the first question that swarmed my mind.
• “These are your
• office clothes” she said handing me a black pants and white shirt “and this is
• for you to wear today for the reception Mrs. Iris has, go wear change, the
• bathroom is the third door to the right, and I’ll let you know what you need to
• do. Oh, and please tie your hair in a bun”
• Nodding as I took in
• her instructions, not having anything to say. I smiled at her and went to the
• bathroom, following her guidance. Taking a breath of relief when I saw that I
• didn’t lose the job. I put on the white knee long short sleeved dress and what
• looked like a white waist apron, I tied my hair in a bun and checked my
• appearance smiling as I felt satisfied with my look, my makeup was a lighter
• shade from yesterday’s though I made sure to spark up my blue eyes.
• “Maria?” I said
• calling her, entering the kitchen to find her looking at me with a raised
• eyebrow, wanting to know why I had called her “I was just wondering where I
• could put my clothes?”
• My voice was
• hesitant as I asked. She gave me a small smile and opened a closet handing me a
• small black bag “you can keep the bag, Mrs. Iris already knew that you would
• probably need it”
• “Thank you” I said
• smiling. I put my folded clothes inside it, my phone was inside the dress
• pocket, and I surprised that the dress had one to begin with. I put the bag
• back in the closet where Maria had taken it out, and Maria smiled as I closed
• the closet.
• “These are the
• juices, you go around the women offering them to her, from right to left,
• usually Mrs. Iris is sitting on the far left, which means that since she’s the
• hostess of the reception. She’s the last to be offered” Maria explained showing
• me the crystal glass cups which were filled with what looked like different
• fruit juices, and I nodded
• “We need to take
• these out, Mrs. Iris should be down soon to check how everything’s set,
• therefor we need to be quick before the guests arrive” Maria said and I nodded
• taking two plates in my hands. Holding them up expertly, working at the
• restaurant proved worthy.
• I helped Maria set
• the table in no time and we were done before Mrs. Iris came down, Maria smiled
• in satisfaction with me and I found myself returning the smile as Mrs. Iris
• walked down the stairs to find me.
• “Kiara darling, how
• are you?” Mrs. Iris smiled. My heart raced as I worried about her talking about
• anything, but the smile on her face told me that so far, everything was going
• good.
• “I’m fine Mrs. Iris,
• looking dashing as always” I complemented her. She wore a white long dress,
• which exposed her breast finely, her collarbone popping up.
• “Merci” she smiled
• at me “Maria dear, did you explain everything that Kiara needs to do?”
• “I have Mrs. Iris”
• Maria said nodding her head.
• “You can count on me
• Mrs. Iris; I won’t let you down”
• “I’m sure you will
• not dear, tomorrow you’ll be at the office of my husband at eight, he goes in
• at eight-fifteen, have nuts and coffee on his desk. He’ll already have had
• breakfast at home, but he will need snacks, try making sure that he doesn’t
• have too much sugar” she said carefully and I found myself admiring her care
• for her husband. Making a mental note of everything she said, I smiled and
• nodded at her.
• “I’ll be sure to
• have everything as you wish Mrs. Iris, thank you for your guidance” I said politely.
• She raised an eyebrow at me and nodded satisfied by my answer.
• The doorbell rang
• interrupting us, and Maria went to open the door while I followed her to take
• the guest’s jackets. Hanging them like Maria did in the closet which was by the
• door.
• All while Mrs. Iris
• kept her eyes on me…