• • • • • 8 months later • • • • •

"Son of a bitch." I hear the yells of one of many mistresses my boss has, and well,now got rid of. I hear the sound of glass breaking. I quickly turn to see what is going on. I've seen a great share of women come and go. It's been 8 months since I started working for Knight Jr. and we have come to form a certain "relationship", that is what we could call it.

I spend nights here when it gets really late. At the beginning it would be awkward to stay. However, now it doesn't seem to faze me as much. I have clothes in my room for those days. After my cleaning I debating of leaving home, but felt guilty for not staying until I was dismissed so I would stay later and entertain myself with baking cookies, brownies or cakes.

I'll leave them in a container in the kitchen so any guest could take. Then I would take some into Mr. Knight's office so he could have something to eat, but that would only be when Mr. Knight would forget something at home and I would need to run to the city to drop it off. At first it would be small thing, but very important, and not to often. However, they would become constant and I would sometimes stay and chat with Mr. Knight’s secretaries until he was available.

I grew fond of them. As they also worked for Mr. Knight. Lilly and Grace. They were in their mid twenties. The first time I came up here they assumed I was a close of friend of Mr. Knight but I laughed and told them I also worked for him.

They gave each other secret smiles but said nothing. I would then simply hang out in Mr.Knight’s office until he would tell to me to go home.

So while a lot had changed in the past 8 months, it now seemed normal.

Now accustomed to seeing another women in the house. I simply watch them. You would think he would have learned to come bring them here but he didn’t.

I spot the beautiful tall, thin model women. Her blond hair up in a high ponytail. She's descending the stairs in a fit rage, she's not even fully dressed.

My boss has so many mistresses I've lost count. I have seen many come and leave the house. So this one did not surprise me at all.

"Listen to me no one, absolutely no one, plays me for a fool. You will regret what you did. I promise you because if I were you, sweetheart, I'd watch my back. You will remember me. You stupid bastard." Her warning and humorless laugh send shivers down my spine.

She then turns her attention to me, "What the fuck are you looking at bitch. Is he fucking you too." Flinching at her tone, she sneers before storming out the house.

"Don't pay attention to her." I look up to see my boss standing shirtless and arrogantly leaning on the rail. You would think that after working for him this long I would get used to him being shirtless and it won't affect me at all but that's a lie.

Because it’s hard not know grow fond of someone, when you spend so long in their presence., or them home.

Not because I liked him, because I didn’t.

Not at all.

Or so I told myself.

I haven't gotten used to seeing him shirtless and I don't think I ever will.

"Breakfast in five minutes Miss Grey." As well as he has never called me by my first name.

I sometimes think me may not know it, or may not care to remember it. He never showed any other emotion that pure politeness and professionalism.

So my feels had no reason to be there when he has never given any indication of feeling any thing for me.

"Yes, sir." I nod and move to the kitchen.

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"Miss Grey, I will be home earlier than usual I want dinner made, yes?"Mr. Knight requests.

Mr. Knight sometimes comes to his house by 3 in the morning or days close to midnight. So I'm guessing earlier than usually would be in the evening. Sometimes, however, have to stay the whole night. Something I didn't really know when I started working. I was actually hesitant to stay but eventually warmed up to it.

"Of course, sir." He says goodbye and leaves.

This is how some days it would go. We would for a bit, other days nothing but greetings. Today was this day. I would also some days write notes for him to see if he happen to be looking for me and I was busy in another part of the house. He would respond with his own list.

(He gave me list of specific list of the baked goods he likes after I made the first batch)

But besides all that he's just seem quite, observant, very mysterious.

Getting rid of my thoughts on my boss I turn back to work and with the long day ahead of me I put on my music loud so I can sing along. I like that the house is all to myself.

I let the music lead me.

I sing through the whole day.

Hands on my hips I inspect my work. Ok, now that I have done everything I need to start dinner. For that, I'm grateful for all the jobs I had.

And been fired. I've learned a lot of cooking that It's helping me right so much.

I learn to cook different things and my especially if it involves shrimp. I get the ingredients out and begin.

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Mr. Knight calls midday. "Miss Grey, I actually I will not arrive early but if you could stay that would be wonderful." Translation stays because I said so. I reluctantly agree.

I pack the food I cooked and put it in the oven for when Mr. Knight comes it will be warm later on. I later call my mom to inform her that I'm staying.

"Hello, mom I'm calling to let you know that I'm staying until Mr. Knight get home he asks me to, so don't stay up, love you. Take care, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." I hang up the phone and go to my "room" which is an understatement. The room is so large you would think it had 2 rooms combined. A big bed rests in the middle of the room and big chandeliers hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Basically a room for a queen. I'm no queen, but Mr. Knight insisted that I take it.

I change into my PJs and fall asleep.

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I'm startled awake when I hear commotion downstairs.

"You shithead, be quiet! " The voice of an angry male yelling.

"It's like no one is even here." Another voice of male answers.

Oh, my. There is someone in the house. I get up and try to find to find my phone. But being be me, I knock down a lamp.

Lord.

I quickly get my phone and hide in the closet.

"Did you hear that someone is here." The voice says getting close to my bedroom. I unlock my phone and quickly dial the police.

" 911 What's your emergency? "The voice answers the phone before but before I can answer I'm yanked from my hidden place.

"AAAAAA!" They grab ahold of my hair and drag me by it.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

Taking me by my hair they drag me to the stairs but when the man can't make me walk the rest of the way down he pushes me the rest of the way down. I get up and run to the door I try to open it but its locked. Before I even know it I'm pushed up against the door my forehead making contact with the door with a strong force. Falling to the ground uncoordinated I drag myself away from them. I feel a throbbing pain beginning to form in my head.

"But where do you think you are going, darling. We aren't done yet. "Getting ahold of my legs the drag me back to them.

"Why aren't you just a beautiful lady. " One of the man says falling on top of me.

"Please let me go, I don't have money! Please! " I beg.

"It's not about money." His face is near my ear whispering. His hands trailing down my body.

"God, please don't. Please! " Now yelling and in tears. I struggle to get free. He kissing my face and neck. I try to push him off but he's too heavy.

"Please, get off. GET OFF!" I twist my face so he won't kiss my face. "Please help," I beg the other man but he's ignoring me and laughing. I won't lose something that's supposed to be given to someone special. I feel anger and frustration building inside me. I try to kneel him and slaps his face.

All of a sudden I feel my shirt being ride open.

"What are you doing, stop, Please. " My begging is cut off by a punch to my face, and another to my ribs. "You little bitch, be quite. " He yells in my face. Tears are streaming down my face.

"Holy shit, man the police is here, she must have called them. Let's go." The other man says and in that moment they both turn to leave but the one who was about to rape me turns and says. "This isn't over." He punches my face on more time before leaving.

"It's the police open up." The officers yell from the other side of the door to tired to get up but I can't answer so I just lay there. Falling into darkness.

The last thing I see is the officers coming through the door before fainting.

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