The lady, who was dressed in a white sports bra and black jogging pants, smiled at the male servant who opened the door. As she came into the mansion, she swung her ponytailed brown hair backwards.
She wasn't just a mere visitor to the Moore home, but she was a significant character in Athan's life. At least, that's what her instincts say.
She might be correct. For the bystanders, she was just a fitness trainer who was assisting Athan in getting back on his feet, emotionally and physically, but she alone understood the route she had traveled, which a typical fitness trainer would not dare to step foot in.
She was, of course, Athan's prize bedmate. Her instincts tell her so once more.
She was, by the way, the only lady who had entered Athan's chamber as if it were nothing out of ordinary. She understood precisely what Athan wants in a female, and she had it all.
"Good evening, Old Missy," she greeted, but the elderly lady ignored her and continued on her walk.
This wasn't the first time she'd been overlooked by Old Missy. It all started when Old Missy accidentally discovered her sucking off Athan in his room.
'What exactly is the big deal? He wasn't married or engaged; what was the point of her rage?' Her heart grumbled.
Maybe the elderly lady, has a slew of grandkids and wants Athan to choose a wife from among them. How outrageous would that be if that happened?
After the accident that left Athan crippled, he no longer sought the solace of other ladies. Wasn't this a foreshadowing of her becoming Mrs. Moore?
Her smile brightened even more as her sight rested on the honey pod that never stopped to make her happy— Athan.
"Good evening, Mr. Moore," she murmured softly, bowing to Athan.
He was in a corner of the house, out of sight of others, but she did her regular thing of chasing any male or female staff about Athan whenever she came over.
What was the point of having servants around him when she could provide him with both safety and pleasure?
"Hello, fitness trainer" Athan replied her greetings as the servants started to leave one by one. The fitness trainer, Zara, waited till the last servant left before kneeling to reach Athan's height.
"The journey was very dull. I was surrounded by those hideous-looking monsters, who unfortunately, are feminine like myself." She sobbed as she wiped her nose with her hand towel.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you, Mr. Moore," she continued, as her fingers began to run slant lines down Athan's sleeve.
Athan grasped her finger as it made its way down his pants and bit it briefly before letting it go. "Do you miss me or my bed? Hmm?" He asked raising her chin with the tip of his fingers.
He was right. All she wanted was for him to get into bed with her as quickly as possible.
She had heard that his people were on their way; she had no idea how long they would stay. She can't remain much longer without feeling Athan's rod in her. His legs may be weak, but it doesn't diminish his power on the bed.
He was beaming, and Zara couldn't help but wonder what had made Athan so pleased. Athan has never grinned so broadly. She didn't mind it, but his current attitude seemed suspicious.
Her lips dropped open in astonishment as her eyes left Athan's stare.
'What was the purpose of the home helpers redecorating? What happened to Athan's rule of "aside from black, count it off" ' her heart desired immediate response.
She resumed her attention to Athan. She dared not ask any questions, no matter how close she thought she was to him. Who was she to interrogate him in his home? But that doesn't stop her from being curious.
Athan had never done any renovations before; what was so exceptional that he would stray from his usual routine?
One of the female servants hurried towards them, pretending not to notice Zara, who attempted everything she could to leap backwards so the female servant wouldn't suspect her and maybe tarnish her image.
She wasn't just Athan's personal trainer, her face and name appeared daily on the beauty queens magazines.
The female servant bowed to Athan and handed him a lot of T-shirts. "which color do you think little Chubster would like for this shirt design, Mr. Moore?" Athan took the shirts and began to examine it.
"He preferred blue last week," the servant continued. "a month ago he chose green. And Sir Nikolas is now unavailable"
Despite summoning all her bravery to approach her master, the servant felt her bone quake. Nonetheless, this was the only alternative left.
She knew how furious little Chubster gets when he's given something he doesn't like, and he had refused to open his door.
"I believe crimson will look well on him,"
Even when the female servant heard Zara's idea, she didn't bulge. She wasn't speaking to that figure-eight lady who thinks she is on top of the world because the boss fancies her. She was even more stunning.
"Little Chubster despises red; he even shattered a crimson vase; he believes red only denotes blood and death. That's why that color isn't among the ones I brought" while correcting Zara, the female servant didn't forget to roll her eyes at her.
Zara clenched her teeth, trying to contain her wrath. What gives this servant the right to look down on her?
'i promise, once I become Mrs. Moore, I will send you to your early death,' Zara muttered inside herself.
Zara being an only child, comes from a middle-class household, but her father still hired lower-class people to do her bidding, and now this vile soul dares to look down on her.
"Do whatever you want to do, but make sure my son doesn't cry" the female servant scurried away after nodding her head in response to Athan's comment.
Of all, Zara was well aware of how superior little Chubster is in all of Athan's priorities. How could she forget the young boy's accident?
Perhaps, Athan was holding a celebration to commemorate his son's health. This aspect made her joyful.
When she restored her focus to Athan, she noticed he had vanished. She looked around, but there was no trace of him.
She shrugged, abandoning her quest. She'd go inside his room and wait for him. She stood up and dusted her joggers while checking her wristwatch. It was around eight o'clock at night.
"Nice timing, Zara," Zara said as she licked her lips.
She took a two-colored tablet from her handbag and held it up to her face. She'd been on a birth control pill since she began sexing Athan.
"Athan, Athan, Athan," she chuckled, staring at the medicine in her palms.
"I've always felt that becoming pregnant before marriage was a sin, but now I'm wise. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to become Mrs. Moore"
Today, she would deceive him by taking a pain reliever disguised as a birth control pill, then return a few months later, claiming to be pregnant for him.
"What a clever plan!" she said with a wide grin on her face.
She had overhead her father and some people discussing Athan remarrying. This was a fantastic chance for her, and she would not sit by and let another lady take her spot.
She twisted the knob while holding the handle of the door, but it was locked. She grumbled and placed her hands across her chest; now she had to wait outside or perhaps wait until all the staff had retired to their quarters before slipping into Athan's room.
As she turned to walk away, she heard a cry from behind the closed door. She put her ear to the door. Her ears must be playing tricks on her.
"Is it a female voice coming from Athan's room?" She leaned in closer, but the cry did not return.
She was about to withdraw her body from the door when she heard another cry; this time even louder. And it was like a female voice.