feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulde

lk to the window to pull the heavy drapes back. It's jus

nd I look down to see Mr. Mast

moments later I see his Porsche pull out and disappear up the d

to work fo

the

day. Who does that? Well, screw this, I'm going to go and check on him. He's probably upstairs crying, sc

, for Chri

g room and I can smell the eggs that Mr. Masters cooked himself

I'm in some stupid rich twat's house, worried about

kes me feel nervous. It's luxurious up here. The corridor is wide, and the cream carpet feels lush

peer around it and see Samuel sound asleep, tucked in nice and tight. I walk into his room and sit on the side of the bed. He's wearing bright blue and green dinosaur pyjamas, and his little glasses are on his side table, beside his lamp. I find myself smiling as I watch him. Unable to help it, I put my hand out and push the dark hair from his forehead. His bedroom is neat and tidy, filled with expensive furniture. It kind of looks like you would imagine a child's bedroom being set out in a perfect family movie. Ev

. Masters must do this before he goes to bed. W

el is so young. With one last look at Samuel, I creep out of the

e en-suite bathroom

e Mr. Maste

I wonder what his room is like, and I can't s

o

dark antique furniture. A huge, expensive, gold and magenta embroidered rug sits on the floor beneath the bed. The li

sure I keep my room tidy

one according to hi

s there. Did he really touch himself in there last night as he thought of me, or am I completely delu

rough me. I may return the f

y neat. There is a large mirror, and I can see that a slender cabinet sits behind it. I push the mirror and

Razors. Tal

nd

his wife died. Does he

ld way. I see a bottle of aftershave and I pick it

in a

r. Masters' face suddenly ap

you think you're

TER

splutter. "I was checking on Samuel, and I..." I pause as I try

s, anger oozing fr

've been wanting to buy my father some new cologne and..." I

, clearly not believing this bul

t cologne it was so I cou

question. "You think I

u smell way better than

y that

accidentally left on charge." He gestures to his side table and I see his damn phone on charge. "And I find you,

p my face. "It sounds kind of w

e, deadpan. "

ke it as a compliment. Not very many men smell nice enough for me to be

off. "This is an in

throat. Oh fucking hell, get me out of here. This is mortifying. I readjust

lk about this tonight when I have more t

l you please go and put some