LISA'S POV
I walked out of Mr Jackson's room crying my eyes out.
Why was he being so mean to me? Just because I refused to sleep with him?
It wasn't fair.
Was it so wrong to say no? Was it wrong to want to keep my job?
Yes, I was attracted to him and the kiss we shared was incredible. And yes, I had dreamed about him.
But how was it wrong that I didn't want to sleep with my boss?
Especially, knowing he only wanted one night. Just one night with me…..
And then what happens next. He will discard me and move onto the next girl.
I wasn't going to sleep with him just to have my heart broken.
He was an arrogant, sexy, handsome, rich, self centered and spoiled man.
That was obvious. He was used to getting what he wanted and having whatever he wanted. And he was used to women falling at his feet.
But not me. No. I wasn't going to do it.
Even if he was the most gorgeous man I had ever laid my eyes on.
And even if, he was the only man who could make me wet by just staring at me.
And even if, he was the most perfect guy with a perfect body.
He was my boss. And I was nothing but his maid. I needed to start seeing him that way.
Not a sexy, handsome man that I could kiss.
Because, he was not going to treat me the way he treats the other girls.
The girls that are used to it. He wasn't going to respect me or love me.
Because, I wasn't one of those women.
I was poor. I was nothing.
I cleaned my tears and walked over to my room. It was time for me to give myself a little pep talk.
I was being too dumb and clumsy ever since I started working here. I'm just a day I had gotten into so much trouble.
I was sure that if I hadn't walked in on Mr Jackson in the bathroom, he wouldn't have propositioned me.
I can't afford to be distracted or let my mind wander anymore.
If I'm not careful, Mr Jackson would fire me. And if he did, my mom's treatment would be delayed.
Which is why I needed to keep my head clear and do my work.
I entered my room and slammed the door.
This was supposed to be a new beginning for me.
This new job…this new place…it was all supposed to be the fresh start I needed.
A chance to escape the past.
And here I was, a day into the job and I had almost gotten fired.
I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.
I needed to be better. No more clumsiness, no more peeking and no more getting in trouble.
I was still deep in my thoughts when my phone rang.
I checked and saw that it was mom calling. I quickly answered.
"Hello mum. How are you?" I replied immediately.
"Hello darling." I heard my mom's voice. She sounded weak and tired. Her breathing was heavy and she sounded as if she was in pain.
Even though, she was thousands of miles away, I could tell that something was wrong. And also I wasn't hearing any sound in the background.
No beeping or the whirring sound of a machine.
"Mum. Where are you? Why aren't you in the hospital?" I asked.
"Honey. Don't worry. I just wanted to speak with you. To check on you. I've missed your voice. How's my little baby?" My mum coughed out.
Her cough was harsh and dry. I could hear her struggling to breathe.
"Mum. Stop trying to change the subject. Why are you not in the hospital?" I questioned again.
My heart was beating fast and fear gripped me. Something was wrong.
"Mum?" I said again. "Mum, please talk to me. Are you alright? What's going on? Are you okay? Why aren't you at the hospital?"
I could feel the panic rise up in me and tears were filling my eyes.
"Oh Lisa…" Her weak voice came through the phone.
"The hospital…they…they kicked me out. The doctors said they wouldn't continue the treatment anymore without money. I have no money left. They stopped the chemo and sent me out. They said, I was taking up space and they wanted to help other patients. But…Lisa. It's okay, don't worry about me. Tell me about you. How are you?" My mum was speaking, but her voice was weak and hoarse.
I could hear her little sobs and I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
"Mum! What? No. Don't cry, mum. Please don't cry. Mum, what's going on? The hospital kicked you out? Where are you now? Tell me please…I will come get you. I have some money. The job. They paid me some money upfront. Where are you?" I cried. Tears streamed down my cheek and I could barely breathe.
This couldn't be happening.
"I'm by the side of the road, underneath the bridge. By the corner of the hospital." She replied and coughed again.
"Mum. Okay, stay right there. I'm coming to get you. Stay right there. Okay. I love you so much." I said and ended the call.
My hands were shaking and my knees trembled. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.
How could this happen? Why would the hospital just stop treating her like that?
They knew her situation. They knew she had no money.
Why would they do this? Did they not understand that her life was hanging on by a thread.And kicking her out….all alone..in the middle of the night, with no where to go.
My heart rate quickened.
What if something bad happened to her? What if she gets attacked? Or what if, a drunk driver hits her. What would I do then?
I couldn't lose her. She was the only family I had left. She was the only person that cared about me and loved me.
No one else would.
If she died, I would be all alone.
All alone. She was my only family.
I quickly packed a few things inside my bag and walked over the shelf beside my bed.
After Henry had hired me. He had given me an envelope. He said all employees at the mansion were given it.
The envelope contained a few documents.
Documents which confirmed that I was a servant and employee at the mansion.
A credit card which could be used for transport or emergencies and a cheque of $5,000 which was an upfront payment from Mr Jackson.
I had refused it at first, especially after the whole incident with the private room. I didn't think I had done enough to deserve any more from Mr Jackson.
But Henry had insisted. He said that, I would be paid monthly and the money would come from Mr Jackson's account to the credit card.
Henry also said, the employees were allowed to use the black card for whatever they wanted. But there was a limit and that if I overspent, Mr Jackson would cut off the card.
I stared down at the envelope.
The cheque would come in handy right now.
$5,000 was more than enough to at least get my mum admitted back into the hospital.
I reached out for the envelope and shoved it into my pocket.
Then, I quickly opened the door and ran towards the elevator.
"Please, God. Let my mum be safe." I whispered as I pressed the button to go down.
Once the elevator doors opened, I quickly went inside and pressed the ground floor.
My hands were sweating and my heart was pounding.
Every second felt like an eternity.
"Oh God. Please." I cried and held the envelope tighter.
Finally, the elevator doors opened and I was back on the ground floor.
I rushed out of the elevator and almost tripped.
"Watch out!" I heard someone say.
I looked up and saw Mary standing there, with a glass of water in his hand.
"Oh. It's you." I said.
"Are you okay, Lisa? You look flushed. Why are you in such a hurry? And where are you going?" She asked me.
"I need to leave the house for a while. I have a family emergency." I explained and continued to make my way to the door at the exit door as the right side of the house.
"But you can't leave." Mary said and stepped forward.
"Mary. You don't understand. I have to. This is an emergency. My mum needs me. She got kicked out of the hospital and she's waiting outside, all alone." I explained and walked around her.
"You can't leave, Lisa." Mary said again.
She followed behind me.
"Stop saying that. Mary. Please. You can't stop me." I said and walked faster.
"Listen to me. If you step out of those doors, Mr Jackson would fire you. Do you hear me, Lisa? No employee is ever allowed to leave the house. Didn't you see it in the job details." Mary asked.
I stopped and turned back.
"W-What….What do you mean no one is allowed to leave the house?" I stammered.
"When you got hired, Mr Henry have you an envelope, didn't he? The envelope that contains the contract documents, payment credit card and cheque. He must have told you the terms of employment, right? Or did you not read it before signing?" She asked.
I looked at her.
"He did. Yes. He did tell me about the contract and the terms. But I didn't have time to read the contract. I just signed." I replied immediately.
What…What was happening?
Mr Henry had mentioned something like this. When he was explaining the terms of the employment.
I remember him telling me, that all his employees had to sign a contract and that once they did, they were not allowed to leave.
I thought he meant leave the work….like resign from the job. I didn't think the contract applied to leaving the house.
"Oh my God. Mary. You have to let me leave. It's important. My mum needs me. I will come back. I promise. Please. Just let me leave. If Mr Jackson finds out, please tell him. Please. My mum is sick and dying and she has no where to go." I pleaded.
"I'm not stopping you from leaving, Lisa. You can leave the mansion. But the security guards won't allow you to pass. And Mr Jackson would know. You see, the entire mansion is surrounded by a large gate and fence and security cameras. You will not get out. Not without his permission." She said.
I was starting to panic.
"What..What am I going to do now, Mary? I really need to leave. I need to see my mum." I cried.
I was so worried and stressed out.
I could feel the pressure building up and tears in my eyes.
"Well talk to Mr Henry or Mr Jackson. They are both in the dining hall. Dinner was served a while ago. I was actually coming up to your room to call you down for dinner…to come eat with me and the other maids. We eat in the kitchen." She explained.
I rubbed my head and sighed.
"Ok. Ok. I'll go see them. Thank you, Mary." I said and started walked towards the direction of the dinning hall.
"Good luck." Mary called out after me. "You're going to need it as Mr Jackson has never granted permission for anyone to leave the house. So you're going to have to pray for a miracle. And even then, he would probably not grant you permission."
I ignored her last words and continued on.
If Mr Jackson didn't allow me to leave, I would beg.
I would even kneel and beg.
Just for one night. So that, I could take my mum to the hospital. I wouldn't be able to sleep in this a mansion knowing that the only family I had was sleeping out in the cold.
All alone.
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The dinning hall was located at the left wing of the mansion.
I didn't understand why there was a big hall for just eating. I mean rich people were really weird.
But then again, what did I know.
I was a poor girl who has lived a poor life.
I guess I wasn't accustomed to the lifestyle of the rich.
As I walked past the kitchen, a few rooms and the library, I finally found myself in front of a huge double door.
The doors were made from a beautiful brown oak and the handles were shiny and gold.
There was a large sign on the door which read: DINING HALL.
I breathed in and held the envelope tightly in my hand. I prayed that Mr Henry and Mr Jackson would listen to my pleas.
I was ready to beg and do whatever it took. Just to get him to understand and grant me permission to leave.
One night. That's all I needed.
I reached out and pushed the door open.
When I walked in, I was amazed by what I saw.
The dining hall was large and the roof was high.There were expensive chandeliers and beautiful paintings on the wall.
The walls were a mixture of white and light grey. And there was a huge fireplace by the far corner of the room.
In the middle, there was a long wooden table. The table was long and covered with plates of food.
Beef, roasted chicken, salad, sauce, eggs, soup, lobster, grilled fish, fresh bread, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, fruit platters, cheeses, caviar, and desserts like cakes, pastries, and chocolates.
Wine and sparkling water filled crystal glasses. Everything looked and smelled rich and delicious, like they were made for royalty.
My mouth watered at the sight of it. How could all these dishes be for just one person.
Wasn't it a bit too much? And what happened to the leftovers?
Mr Jackson was seated at the far end of the table, while Henry stood behind him.
I watched as Mr Jackson poured himself a drink and picked up a piece of beef.
Henry was staring at his watch.
"Lisa. What are you doing here?" Henry asked as soon as he saw me.
Mr Jackson lifted his head and stared at me. I was a bit nervous to meet his gaze especially after what happened earlier today.
"M-Mr Henry. Sir." I replied and bowed.
"You're not supposed to be in here. The staffs eat in the kitchen. Get out. Now." Mr Henry said and waved his hand.
"Oh. No sir. Wait. Please. I-I didn't come here to eat. I'm not hungry. Please, sir. I have a request." I said.
"A request?" Henry asked.
"Y-Yes. I need to leave the house." I replied.
I glanced at Mr Jackson. He didn't even acknowledge my presence.
He simply looked down and continued eating.
"What do you mean by you want to leave?" Henry asked.
"It's an emergency. Sir. Please. My mum needs me. Something bad happened. She was kicked out of the hospital. I need to go get her. She's alone. By the road. Please. She's very sick. She can't be alone. She doesn't have anywhere else to go. Please." I pleaded.
The tears were flowing down my face and I was a crying mess.
I didn't care. I didn't care that I looked dumb. I just wanted to get to my mum.
"I'm sorry Lisa. But it's not possible. You can't leave the house. The rules are simple, Lisa. You signed the contract. You are not allowed to leave the house." Henry replied.
"But, sir. You don't understand. Please. It's an emergency. I don't want her to get sick or injured or anything. She's not safe out there. She has cancer. She's sick. She's dying." I begged.
"No. You just started working here Lisa. No. I won't allow it." Henry replied. He didn't even bother to look down at me. His eyes were just straight ahead and cold.
I turned to Mr Jackson. He was still eating, acting as if nothing was happening.
"Mr Jackson." I said. I was nervous. Too nervous to ask him for a favor. Especially after I had turned him down earlier. After I've rejected him.
But this was different. This wasn't personal. This wasn't about me. This was about my mother.
"M-Mr Jackson. P-Please. My mother needs me. I'm begging you. I will do anything. Please. Let me just take her to the hospital. She's alone. She can't be out there. It's too dangerous. She has no where to go. No one would come and help her. And if something happens, I won't be able to forgive myself. She's the only family I have. Please." I begged with tears in my eyes.
I moved closer to him and knelt beside him. I didn't care if he was mad at me or whatever.
I will beg….cry…do whatever he wanted. As long as I got what I needed. As long as I got to see my mum.
I didn't care at the moment. My mind was blank. My hands were shaking and my body was weak.
I just wanted to see my mum. To make sure she was alright.
"Mr Jackson. Please. Let me go and see my mum. I'll do anything. Just this one night. Please. Give me the permission to leave." I said and stared up at him.
At first, Mr Jackson didn't reply.
His eyes were fixed on his food. He didn't seem to even move or flinch.
His face was hard and cold. He was completely ignoring me.
I was desperate. And so, I took his hand.
I took his huge hand into mine and touched it.
My skin felt tingly and my heart was beating fast. I was shocked and surprised by how much power he had over me.
With just a touch. With just a stare.
I was scared. Scared that I had even been bold enough to hold his hand.
Scared of how he would react.
What if he pushed me away? Or yelled at me for touching him?
I was invading his personal space.
But I didn't care. This was my mum's life. She was all that mattered in the moment. Not my fear or my feelings….
And so, I held his hand tighter.
"Mr Jackson. I'll do anything. Please. Anything you want. Please. Just let me go see her." I begged.
I was staring straight into his eyes. I knew what I was offering him. And I know he knew too.
He knew what I meant.
That if he gave me the permission to leave the house, I would do anything.
Anything he asks of me. Anything at all. I would accept his proposition.
It was like giving him a blank cheque.
Because, I couldn't afford to lose my job.
I couldn't afford to be kicked out of the house.
I was willing to do whatever it took. I was willing to be his submissive.
Hell! I was willing to let him dominate my entire life.
And he knew that.
His eyes stared back into mine and then, he removed his hand.
"Henry." He said and didn't bother looking at me.
"Sir. You can't. It's against the rules." Henry spoke.
"You know what the rules are, sir. I can't allow her to leave the house. Not even for one night. And you know, that the employees have never been allowed to leave. Not once. Not even for a single second. I'm sorry. The answer is no." Henry continued.
"I understand that. But let me put it this way. This is my house. I make the rules. I am the boss." Mr Jackson said. His voice was filled with so much authority.
"B-But sir. What will the other employees think? Won't this send a wrong message to them. You've never allowed any employee to leave the house and suddenly, she gets the privilege." Henry protested.
Then his voice dropped in a low whisper and he leaned towards Mr Jackson.
"You don't have to do this. Just say no. I know what you want to want from her. Trust me. You don't want to start something that can get messy and complicated. You can't afford to make that mistake. Trust me, sir." Henry whispered.
Mr Jackson was silent for a moment.
I stared up at him. I had no idea what was going through his mind.
He clenched his jaw and stared down at me.
I held my breath as he looked at me.
His dark eyes stared into my soul.
It was a piercing and intense gaze. Like he was weighing his options.
Thinking carefully about the decision he was about to make.
"Do you want to see your mother?" He asked me.
I quickly nodded my head.
"Y-Yes. I do, Mr Jackson. She's all alone on the side of the road. I just want to take her to the hospital." I replied.
He looked at Henry.
"Tell the driver to take her to her mother. And also make sure her mother gets the proper care and treatment she needs. All the expenses paid in full. Whatever she wants. Get her a private room and the best doctor and nurses." He said.
Henry stared at him. He was too stunned to speak or move.
"S-Sir." He muttered.
"Are you sure of this, sir?" He asked Mr Jackson. "This is a mistake. You can't just make an exception. You've never done this…"
"Now. Henry. Just. Do it now." Mr Jackson snapped.
His voice was so harsh and commanding.
Henry immediately backed away and bowed his head. "Yes sir. I will."
Then, he turned and left.
I watched Henry leave. I was still on my knees, staring at Mr Jackson.
I was shocked and surprised by his response. I didn't think he would actually grant me permission.
But he did. And he was going to pay for the treatments.
He was going to get my mum a private room. A private room and the best doctor.
I was about to thank him for his generosity when he reached out and held my shoulder.
He pulled me closer to him and I felt my heart rate increase. His skin was rough and hard. His fingers were large and strong.
Just one touch from him made me feel a way that no one has ever made me feel.
I couldn't explain it.
It was like, an intense spark. Like an electrical current that travelled through my entire body.
"Mr Jackson." I breathed. I watched as his hand slid up from my shoulder to my neck.
He gently exerted pressure on it. Choking me slightly…in a sensual and pleasurable way.
"I hope you know what this means?" He asked. "This little deal that you made. I hope you understand, that if I grant you the permission to leave, you have to keep your side of the deal. You will have to be mine. For a night. All mine. You will do everything and anything that I tell you. Anything I want. And you will enjoy it. You will love it. You will not say no. Do you understand?"
I was too stunned by his actions. I didn't expect it. It was so hot.
I didn't know what to say.
His words were like a promise.
A promise of a night filled with pleasure and passion.
A night, which would change my entire life.
My entire world. My body quivered at his touch.
His voice.
Everything he was saying was driving me crazy. Driving me insane.
"I-I…I.." I stammered, trying to find the right words.
I was confused. A part of me was excited and a part of me was afraid.
Was I ready to be his submissive? Was I ready to give in to the desires that was growing inside me.
But it was just one night.
I could survive a night with him.
Right?
I mean, he was so powerful and strong.
His presence was intimidating and his words were filled with such authority.
It made me tremble. And that was scary.
But, he was giving me what I wanted.
What my mother wanted.
He was going to pay for my mother's treatment and make sure that she was okay.
So, I had to agree. I had no choice.
"Do you understand me, Lisa?" Mr Jackson asked again.
This time, his hand moved from my neck to my chin and he pulled me closer to him.
He was so close.
I could smell his cologne. And his scent.
Oh God!
"Y-Yes. Mr Jackson." I replied.
"Good." He said.
And then, he released me.
My body was tingling and buzzing. My heart was beating fast.
"You can leave now. The car is waiting outside." He said and returned back to his meal.
Like nothing happened. Like he didn't just touch me....