Jenna's POV
As discussed with Henry, I woke up at 5:50 A.M to prepare myself for the day ahead. Since I had no clear instructions, I started preparing breakfast for him consisting in an omelet, some bacon and vegetables on the side. My eyes were swollen from the previous night and a migraine hit me right after everything was ready. I waited patiently until he came into the kitchen to eat and it took me by surprise when I saw him, dressed professionally with a black suit that highlighted his well-built body, making his way to the table.
"I don't want breakfast. Bring me some coffee!" he said briefly without even looking at me. He was focused on his iPad so I didn't even bother making conversation with him, instead I complied and after 5 minutes I prepared his coffee and handed it to him.
"Would you like something else?" I asked cleaning the kitchen counter.
"Yes, I do. In 2 days, I will host a party and I want you to clean the pool until then. Also..." he added "...I want you to prepare a menu for the guests. I will give you a list today when you will sign the contract."
"Wait...what?" I was stupefied when I heard him saying I need to prepare a menu. I didn't have a thing for cooking, I could barely prepare some eggs and bacon and he ask me to cook for an entire regiment of people? " That's what catering companies are for...to prepare food for such events. I have no idea how to cook complicated food."
"You see, I don't give a fuck what you can or can't do. If you don't know how to do something, you learn. We live in an era that thrives with technology. Surely you can find some tutorials on the internet."
"Oh really? I can't just start cooking shrimps and whatever else nonsense you want me to cook without a proper training. If you are so smart, Mr. Techno, why are you stuck at being an employee of a company and not the CEO?" I thought my words would hurt him, instead he started laughing uncontrollably after which he said:
"What makes you think I'm not?"
"Wait? Are you?" I was confused as I didn't know anything about this man other than that he was a psychopath who found pleasure in tormenting women.
"What do you think?" he asked ironically.
I didn't respond, instead I turned my back on him and began cleaning the dishes used for the breakfast. In a matter of seconds, I felt his hand on my arm as he violently pulled me towards him, leaving marks from where he grabbed me.
"When I ask you a question, you fucking answer do you understand?" he shouted. I was petrified and in that moment the plate dropped from my hand on the floor scattering pieces at both our feet. I bent to gather the remains but he grabbed my arm again, this time even harder and I couldn't help but moan from the pain.
"Get up! I'm not finished with you. Answer my fucking question." he gritted looking at me menacingly as I stood up, mostly because I was pulled by him. In the rush of the moment, I forgot the question so I remained silent looking into his eyes, hoping he will let it go and leave me alone. He didn't...instead I see him taking plates from the kitchen cabinet and smashing them one by one in front of me. After each smashed plate he kept on yelling:
"Answer me! Answer me!"
With every plate he was smashing the rage was building up inside me until finally I had enough:
"What the fuck do you want me to answer you fucking monster? I forgot the question." I see him looking at me, but this time he was not mad, just amused which scared me as it was a sudden change of attitude from him. I watched Henry placing the plate carefully back in the kitchen cabinet after which he came towards me slowly. I took a couple of steps back only to find myself stuck between him and the kitchen counter.
"I am indeed CEO of my own company and I advise you to thread carefully next time you have these types of outbursts. I'm not your fucking mother, father or brother. I'm your boss for one month and I expect you to treat me as such. In case you don't comply, I have a nice little movie saved on my Cloud with your name on it. Do you understand?" His face was amused, but his tone was serious and authoritarian. I didn't know how to respond to that or even if I should respond at all so I just nodded and turned around to pick up the broom and dustpan but he grabbed me again by the arm forcing me to face him.
"Do you understand?" he repeated the question, this time with a smirk on his face watching me closely.
"Yes." I answered briefly.
"Yes, sir" he added without allowing me to leave.
"Yes, sir" I repeated and saw the man in front of me finally moving aside and disappearing from the kitchen, leaving behind him the product of his own madness.
Henry's POV
I left home early, assigning Jenna some house chores to do while I was gone. I despised her for being a thief and I refused to see her side of the story. For me, this girl was trouble and even the simple fact that I allowed her into my life was a liability I had to calculate until the last detail.
The moment I got to my office I found Kim waiting for me with a smile on her face. I presumed she came for more "sugar", instead she left me a list with the meetings I had to attend and notified me that my mother was waiting to see me from the first hour.
"Jesus Christ! This woman didn't hear about phones yet? She could have called me before coming unannounced to see me. I have work to do." I said to her irritated.
"Sir, she insists to see you. I told her to wait until you get here and she already waited for half an hour."
I sighed at the thought I have to bear with that woman's nonsense one more time but I knew she would barge in anyway from the moment she would find out I arrived.
"Fine, send her in!" After 1 minute my mother was already in my office with a big smile on her face. I figured it was her birthday so I adopted a cheerful face and hugged her.
"Happy birthday, mom! I love you so much! The present it's on its way." I said to her after pulling out of the hug. Suddenly her face changed and she became serious. Even though she was a small woman, she sure had a sharp tongue.
"You moron, it's not my birthday! You don't even know when my birthday is. What did I do wrong in raising you?" she asked satirically moving her hand to her forehead in a gesture of exasperation.
"Then why are you here mom? I'm busy, you know that. There is a thing called cellphone in case you forgot."
"Yes, I know, I know but I came here with an important matter." she said excited pushing me lightly to my desk." Sit down! We need to talk." she followed taking a seat on one of the chairs at my desk. Every time I heard these words coming out of her mouth, I knew it was trouble. I took a seat in front of her and expected the unexpectable. My mother was always unpredictable and that was one of the things I hated about her especially when it came to surprise visits.
"Ok mom, I'm listening."
"I have amazing news to share with you. You know my friend Jane, don't you?"
"Jane, Jane, Jane...You mean that lady with a lot of cats?"
"Well, yes. She has much more than cats but you're correct. You know what else she got?"
"A life?" I asked her bored by the conversation already.
"Henry!" she articulated my name frowning her eyebrows. "She has a daughter, a beautiful and sweet girl and I want you to meet her."
"Mom, we talked about this and I don't want to meet any more girls, at least not the ones you hook me up with. You're worse than Tinder, I swear." I had enough with my mother's nonsense and I was ready to ask her to leave when she gave me the bomb.
"She's outside already. She's looking for a job in the marketing industry and I told her we have a company and we can help her with that." My mother was so excited that I couldn't even respond or have an opinion in the matter, instead I see her quickly standing up and going to the waiting area. I nervously began playing with a pen I found on my desk, waiting for her to come back with the girl.
When she finally came back with the poor girl by her side, I closed my eyes, not because I was frustrated or angry but because she was dragging her like a sack of potatoes by the hand, hence the horrifying view. I watched the woman shily coming in with a folder in her hand which probably contained a CV along with some accomplishments, I already knew the entire drill of a job interview but I didn't imagine my mother would stoop so low as to shove down my throat strangers in my own company, a place that was partially sacred for me and where I could have a breather from a life of torment in which she was the executioner.
"Hi, my name is Mila!" I heard the woman saying while expanding her hand.
"Henry Strauss, nice to meet you!"
"I'll leave you to it." I heard my mother saying while picking up her coat with an indescribable satisfaction on her face. "Henry, behave!" she said before going out the door.
"Bye mom! Love you!" I said watching her leave the office. From the moment she was gone, I took a minute to analyze the woman in front of me. She had a few kilograms here and there, short blonde hair and green eyes. She was cute, not the standard beauty with long legs or voluptuous lips but she could have easily gone for a 6 out of 10. After a brief discussion about her CV and achievements, I decided she was perfect for the job of marketing assistant as the last person occupying the spot was in maternity leave and someone had to fill it in.
"Thank you so much for the opportunity, Mr. Strauss. You won't regret it!" she said excited as we sealed the deal with a handshake.
"I better not be!" I said amused by her behaviour. Out of nowhere, I see her writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to me. I took the note only to see her phone number written on it. "Well, look who finally grew some balls." I thought to myself.
"I would love to show you my gratitude for this opportunity if you want to know your new employee better..." I was speechless at her words. I couldn't say no or offend the woman in front of me, mainly because my mother was set on this to work as a pyromaniac is set on burning up everything in his path so I just smiled politely and nodded, watching the woman exiting my office with a big grin on her face. I sighed because I was bored by the routine in my life, same shallow women, same activities every day and same annoying and nosey mother who was constantly trying to control my life. My life was not going on the right path and I was aware of that even though I had money, power and everything a man could wish for. The only joy I found in my miserable existence was playing with women's mind, exploiting them, testing their limits but even that was not possible anymore now that my mother was watching my every move.
After a long day of "same shit, different day" I got home shouting Jenna's name all over the place. As she was nowhere to be found, I thought she must have pulled a stunt and left so I looked around the house in search for her. After a couple of minutes, I gave up searching and went upstairs to take a shower and that is when I saw her. I could distinguish the shape of her body through the shower cabin and I suddenly felt excited at the view in front of me so I entered slowly without her realising I was there. When she turned around and saw me standing in front of her naked, I heard a scream coming out her mouth.
"What the fuck? You perv...get out of here!" she yelled at me, kicking my chest with her small hands. Her hair was all wet which made her face resemble that of a child and her cheeks were red from the hot water and most likely the shame of me seeing her naked. She covered her breasts instinctively but I could still see the image of her small hard nipples when she turned around. I cornered her, analysing every last detail of her body without minding her protests about me getting out. If it was someone who should get out of the shower, that was her.
"Thieves don't get to shower in this house until I allow then to do so." Saying that, I grabbed her by the hands and pulled her out of the shower cabin, exposing her little breasts that had now goosebumps all over them from the sudden change in the temperature. Her eyes were watery and I realised it wasn't from the shower but because she was about to cry. For a second, I felt pity for her as she now was outside the bathroom all wet without anything to wipe the water away but all I did was closing the door behind me and going back to the shower cabin, still thinking about her perky nipples.
Jenna's POV
After I finished cleaning Henry's pool as he requested, I felt dirty from the sweat combined with all sorts of detergents used to clean it. Since he was not around, I took the opportunity to have a quick shower and later on eat something as my stomach was grumbling from the lack of food. I was very tired and had no clue when he was going to come back. I went downstairs to grab a fresh towel and some changing clothes after which I quickly went to the first floor where Henry had the main bathroom to wash the dirt off my body. The water was so warm and nice it actually relaxed me to the point I forgot about the 5 minutes I initially planned to spend in the bathroom and I even opted to wash my hair since I didn't know when I was going to get that chance with him being around and his unknown schedule.
While I was washing the shampoo away and had my eyes closed, I suddenly felt something hard touching my ass so I turned around to see what it was. I froze when I saw Henry looking at me entertained by the view.He snapped like a deranged man, entertained by my suffering and threw me out of the bathroom.
I felt tears of anger pilling up and my body shivering from the cold air since I didn't have the chance to dry the water off me. He closed the door in my face leaving me outside soaking wet and broken. I went downstairs crying to dry myself when I see some papers sitting on a table in the corner of the basement. I got to look over them and saw the contract along with the menu I had to prepare for the guests in 2 days but I was so upset that I threw them away and went to grab a towel from my luggage. After I was able to calm myself and gather my thoughts, I took the pen that was on the table and signed the contract, regretfully thinking that it might have been better to spend my time in jail than with that monster which had compassion for no one and nothing.