LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

o not as much work as I had speculated. It's just preparing Angel and taking her to and from school, which is easy because we have a driver, and tidying the house. With a washing machine th

t no cooking is done here. I kinda feel like my passion for

es me, and I stand up from the

etch my hands to take his bag, but he doesn'

you only take care of Angel, and not me?"

r how many times he has told me

stepping back, bowi

o you, Tania? Because I am tired of

e my servant's tendencies won't kick in every

I am not going to repea

t put her t

eather and school. In favourable climates and sch

y, s

And Tania, that sir

u

of all the things that Adrian doesn't like. He is a man of few to no words, and making him repeat one thing to me over and over every day is making me look incompetent and dumb. "

t are yo

I answer, trying to act composed but I know I am fail

allow me to make even just coffee? I s

nd wait f

inside. He is just parked on a stool scrolling his phone, perhaps checking emails or something. I scan the kitchen, and I

Andy? Ca

it

le s

, and I meet his dark brown eyes looking at me. I was expecting to see a sh

I quickly

with a raised eyebrow, his expression c

to lose my job barely a week old. The condition of my

ot call me any other name. Just

h his daughter? He has been always cold and quiet to me

ean, isn't it too casual for

illion times better than that annoying

can allow me to at least make

te a while, then h

in the kitchen. We are used to eating outside, and I don't want my

me on,

feel exhausted and all, but not even a day to cook for your family? I think whatever transpired b

the way. My family depends entirely on me. And our condition back home doesn't allow me to become j

ng out heavil

n one? I am yet to get used to this modernized life of the wealthy. I hope I will be able to, though, because it's like the rich and the poor don't live in the s

of me to ask because it's almost nine at night, but I can't have c

uy as much as you want." He says and hands me some cash f

the coffee machine. With Andy settled on the kitchen stool still on his phone, I make coffee peacefully and with solace, and I make a

hot steaming coffee on the table and he sniffs it.

His voice stops me in m

ve my

l and patting it. I don't move, because I don't want to misunderstand the gesture. He wa

I walk back and sit on the stool aft

of his coffee, and another, and another, then he gulps the thir

t him since I met him. He leaves early in the morning and comes home late and exhausted. Even

his eyes, his hand grabbing his mug of c

He caught me staring at him. I hope he doesn't think ill of me. I

he silence. Looking at him, I realize he is ta

how to prepare different kinds

mmers at me. Adrian smiling, huh? He must have had a very beautiful day at wor

ou want some?" I

ur

e drink until the jar is empty, and I am glad that he at least looks a bi

ffee," Andy says as h

e cups and walk to t

orrow after school, please?" He

es are supposed to give orders. To c

dly prepare it for her

y and pats my shoulder. "Goodnight." And walks out of

he utensils and drying up the sink, hoping that I will see myself cooking

we were seated. Did he forget his phone? I didn't intend to, but I happened to see the caller. I swear, it

to leave when the door opened, Andy standing in front of me with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He was taking a shower, and men, he l

mbie, ogling him like a piece of meat I can devour in a flash. It mu

one because you forgot it in the kitchen and Ambrose was calling and you..." His eyes and

you." He says, t

an, goodnight, Andy." I say and

al fool of myself back there. Jeez! What is he thinking of me ri