Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 616(@200wpm)___ 493(@250wpm)___ 411(@300wpm)
Fuck. I don’t want to lose him. I can’t. Things only just got good between us. I don’t want to risk losing him because his mother wants to play mind tricks and take everything from him. I can’t even go and complain to him because his sisters are just moments away from offering to suck his dick for attention and I have no doubt that they’re already telling him about the beyond awful experience they just had with the help.
I look back at their stupid luggage.
I have no choice.
Heaviness sinks into my stomach and I find myself dragging my feet as I move toward their bags. I’ll just deliver their stupid bags and get the queen bitch her wine, and then I can go and find Colton and explain that I was being a perfect angel. Sounds like a solid plan to me. If anything, I can consider this my yearly dose of exercise.
With that, I curl my fingers under the handle of the first bag and get my ass moving.
By the time I’ve delivered the final bag and have dropped down on the final step, my calves are aching, but it’s not over yet. I still need to get Laurelle her stupid glass of … wait. What did she want? Actually, I don’t give a shit. She'll get what I give her and should hope that I don’t accidentally trip and ruin her white blouse with red wine in the process.
I make my way back into the staff quarters and after quickly glancing around and not finding Mom anywhere, I pull out my phone and give her a quick call. “What’s up?” she answers almost immediately.
“Do you know where Charles’ personal wine cellar is?”
“Huh?” she grunts as I hear the buzz from the vacuum cleaner in the background. “Why do you need his personal stash?”
“Haven’t you heard? Laurelle and the twins are back, and she’s insisting that I fetch her wine from his personal cellar. Either he keeps the good shit down there or it’s just another way she can make him roll in his grave.”
Mom lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I noticed they were here. Laurelle has already had a quiet word with me about my misbehaved daughter. She would have had to say something good to get a reaction out of you that warrants a mother to mother conversation.”
“She was … very pleasant.”
“Oh, honey. Please don’t cause any issues. I’m sure she’ll only be here for a while before they move on again.”
“Hope so,” I grumble.
Mom lets out a sigh and I listen as she turns off the vacuum cleaner. “Do you want to call it a day and I’ll grab the bottle of wine?”
“No, it’s alright. You have enough on your plate already, and besides, I have a feeling that if I don’t jump to her every command, she’s going to figure out a way to make me regret it.”
“I hate that I think you’re right,” she mutters. “Just remember to smile and be polite and then we can bitch about that witch behind closed doors.”
“Alright, but I’m not making any promises.”
I can practically hear Mom roll her eyes before she lets out a little huff at having to deal with her delinquent daughter. “The cellar is down past the back staircase. There’s a small door that leads down into it. You can’t miss it. Just be careful. The stairs leading down into it are very narrow. I don’t want you to fall.”
“Kay, thanks. I’ll be careful.”
Mom ends the call and I get to it, letting out a frustrated groan in the process and I just happen to be on the complete other side of the massive house. Hell, maybe she didn’t request I go to this wine cellar to fuck with Charles, maybe she was fucking with me.
I find the door exactly where Mom had explained and as I push it open and look down into the darkness below, I can’t help but feel like this is some kind of creepy dungeon.
Not able to find the light switch, I step down into the wine cellar and within a second, the room floods with light. I shake my head as I continue down the narrow steps. Of course, Charles would have motion sensor lights in here. Only the best for his personal wine cellar. I wouldn’t be surprised if this room was also temperature controlled.
I get down into the main part of the cellar and glance around. It's kind of beautiful in here. I’m not going to pretend that I know a damn thing about wine, but I can tell that this shit is freaking old. Half of it is in locked, glass cases or up on fancy stands with spotlights showcasing it. It’s kind of ridiculous but clearly these are his prized possessions.
I walk around. There must be at least two thousand bottles down here and the thought of ruining his collection to satisfy his ex-wife starts to irk on my nerves. Colton told me that Charles used to hit her and I totally understand her wanting to fuck with him, but using me to do it? Charles was a douche, but this isn’t exactly a position I want to be in.