I've never woken up beside a man in my life. My father doesn't count since I was little back then. But as a woman, I've never woken up beside a man. Especially not a man like Adrian Welch.

And let me tell you, waking up with Señor Welch is exquisite. And quite pleasing, especially his tongue between my legs. I stretch my arms behind my head, smiling before I look down at his dark hair working his magic.

I could get used to this. It's better than any "Good morning" anyone has ever said to me. And after he makes me come? He gives me such a sweet, such a big smile, I want to jump his bones.

"Hi," I grin at him before he lies on top of me, skin against skin, and kisses me deeply, hungrily. "Mmm. Buenos días a ti también," I say with a huge smile on my face.

He's looking down at me, blinding me with his pearly white teeth. "Oh, it really is a good morning," he says, rubbing his cock against me.

It's too dark in the room to see him fully, but I like what I can see. I like it very much.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. But then he rolls off me and I look at him in disappointment. He sees it. "I don't have time. I'm already late."

"Aren't you the boss?" I purr and bend my leg so the sheet exposes my naked body. Adrian's eyes take in the sight, his cock twitching.

"The boss still needs to work," he says a little regretfully, his big palm resting on my bare thigh, caressing it softly.

Adrian turns on the bedside lamp and looks around the room disorientingly. "This room is pretty shitty."

I chuckle. "You only have yourself to blame for that, guapo."

Adrian frowns. "So, you don't like it? You don't like being in here?"

My smile slowly falls off my face and I sit up on the bed. "That's not what I said," I say carefully. It's way better than my room at my last flat. "I actually like it just fine. I only use it for sleeping, anyway, so it meets my needs." Having a warm bed and a roof above my head is something I'll never take for granted.

And this house is big and spacious. This room is something many people only dream of having. It might not be anything special in Adrian's eyes because he's used to prestige and rich things, but it's something very special for me.

"In that case, you could use my room for sleeping, too. And other things." Adrian gives me a wicked smile.

Oh. I see where this is going. "I like this room just fine, Adrian, gracias."

Adrian sighs, standing up and putting his pants on. "I just don't understand why you don't want to come sleep in my room, Cassandra. Don't you like it?"

It's way too early to be having this conversation again. "It's not that. It just feels wrong. I shouldn't forget where my place is in this house."

Adrian grunts. "You're stubborn," he observes.

I shrug and stand up from the bed, too. "Now stop disturbing me, I need to go prepare breakfast for my boss."

Adrian grins. "The boss already ate this morning." A boyish grin falls onto his mouth, making him look younger. Dear God, he's really handsome. I don't think I've ever seen someone this handsome in my life before. And his confidence makes everything even sexier.

"Seriously?" I ask, not getting if he's joking or not.

Adrian slowly walks to me, bare-chested and with a look of a predator. He puts his hand under my chin and leans down, putting his mouth on mine, kissing me deeply, with tongue and lip nibbling. It makes my toes curl.

"Mhm. And I don't want to ruin that taste in my mouth." He licks his lips and I shudder because – morning breath still exists, for God's sake! Apparently, it doesn't have any effect on Adrian, judging by his grin of pure male satisfaction. "I'll see you in the afternoon." He winks at me before he disappears out of the door.

I huff, but then grin. Because Adrian being in a good mood makes me get in a good mood, too.

I guess all good things must come to an end. I was excited to see Adrian this afternoon, but he was late. And Mrs Welch was in an exceptionally bad mood and as constantly on my ass, nagging me about every little thing that didn't sit right with her.

It pissed me off. But, I couldn't say anything back, of course. So, I had to eat her shit and keep a stoic face. I take it because I know it's worth to keep this job. Firstly because of money and secondly because of some good sex.

And I love Milena. She's a nice, no-bullshit lady that lays it out straight to you.

Each day, I'm getting excited to see Adrian. It's getting unhealthy, I know that, but I can't help myself. He's getting under my skin.

But tonight, hours later than he should come home, he finally shows up. But he's not alone and when I look at him more intently, I realise he's not completely sober, either.

The girl with him is young, maybe just a few years older and she's gorgeous – of course she is. Long, slim legs with long, brunette hair that comes to her mid-back. She also wears the minimum of make-up, but she still looks like a model on a cover of a magazine would.

Adrian grins when he sees me. "What a warm welcome, Cassandra," he says, wrapping his arm around the girl.

I grit my teeth together, looking at Adrian with betrayal and hurt. "Good evening, Mr Welch."

I intertwine my hands together on my front, passively staring at both of them, trying to process what's happening and trying not to overreact and overthink, but it's kind of hard when it's right in front of my eyes and I just can't ignore it.

"Is dinner ready?" he asks me. He genuinely seems in a good mood and okay with whatever is going on here.

My eyebrow arches. "Of course, Mr Welch. Should I set table for one more?" I ask sweetly, purposefully looking at the woman he's having his arm around.

Adrian looks at her, his face close – very close – to hers. I shouldn't be jealous. Damn it, he's not mine. But also, maldición, if he's fucking me, I want to know how many other women are receiving his services.

Malditos hombres.

"Please, Cassandra," Adrian says. "Bring it to the living room, please."

I try to hide my surprise. I haven't been working here for a long time, but in this time, I've never had to serve a meal in the living room before. Any other room, actually, with the exception of Adrian's bedroom, of course.

"May I take your coat, Miss?"

The woman looks at me, her eyes going up and down. And then she smiles. What's surprising is that her smile is actually sincere and pristine. And also very beautiful. "No. Thank you," her voice is sweet and feminine. Pleasing.

I want to seethe with jealousy. She's honestly everything I'm not – beautiful, sweet, nice with a pleasant voice and a sweet smile.

Meanwhile I'm bitter, can be rude and say whatever the hell comes to my mind. Also, my style can't even compare to hers. I'm poor and she clearly isn't.

She has class and I don't. And she's clearly a woman that would be suitable for someone a man like Adrian – if we exclude the fact that, technically looking, he already has a woman like that in his life.

I give a simple nod to both of them and walk to the kitchen, trying not to take a plate and break it on Adrian's head. Bastardo. I don't know if he's doing this on purpose – I don't even know what reason he'd have for it, but it's not cool. And it's not funny. It actually hurts.

I frown the whole time while I prepare their food. I'm so pissed I want to spit in his food, but I still have some manners, after all. And I value my job.

I should've thought about this before I started any kind of a relationship with him. I should've known he's not a man to have one woman only. I mean, of course, with looks like his ... Men like him never settle down. He's married for God's sake and he made a proposition to me that we have sex. Who knows how many other women he asked the same thing.

Or maybe, just maybe, the jealousy is blinding me and I'm seeing more than there is. I need to remind myself where my position in this house is. There's a reason Adrian wants to keep our relationship hidden and keeps reminding me that we're separating the job and the pleasure.

Now I see exactly why. Besides the obvious thing – that he's married, and also that I'm way out of his league.

I take the dinner to them in the living room, keeping my head up high but my fake self-confidence drops the moment I see the beautiful woman plastered against Adrian, whispering something in his ear and having her hand on his thigh. I lightly slam the plates down on the table and the woman leans away, but not completely and it makes me want to strangle her.

"Enjoy your dinner," I say bitterly, breathing deeply and planning how creative I can get with a murder.

"Bring some wine, please, Cassandra. A fine one – and an old one."

I want to go to him and slap him across the face. Díos mio, do men ever think with their upper head or they just love to talk out of their ass all of the time? And do they ever even think about their actions and what they're doing?

"Of course, Mr Welch," I say with a monotone voice, avoiding his eyes. Because I can't look at him. I hate him and I hate myself for being so stupid and letting him trap me.

I get him the damned wine and make a big scene of opening it in front of them. Adrian is looking at me a little annoyingly, but he's also highly amused. I'm glad at least one of us is enjoying this evening.

I pour the wine into their glasses. I think the woman – I still haven't learnt her name, by the way – is getting annoyed with me, too. Bueno. "Anything else, Mr Welch?" I hate and love using his last name. It's starting to sound foreign on my tongue when I've been screaming his first name for so many times already when we were getting to know each other intimately.

"No, thank you. That will be all for now."

I give a short nod and hurry out of the room, leaving them alone before I really throw up. I sit at the kitchen table and rest my chin on my hands, supporting my head while I stare at the wall, thinking about nothing and just leaving my head blank. Because if I start thinking, I'll put myself in a bad mood. And I won't let a man ruin my mood.

I came here to get money, not to find love. And we never set any ground rules so it wasn't exactly defined what we can do in our 'thing'.

Milena finds me staring at nothing and she gets a look of pity on her face. She sits down in front of me. "Oh, Cassie," she sighs. "You can go up in your room if you want, I'll tell Adrian you didn't feel well."

"That's such a cowardly thing to do," I say. "It's okay, Milena, I knew I shouldn't be stupid enough to believe he'd be loyal to me, he's not even loyal to his own wife."

"I warned you, Cassie. Lock your heart away from this man and guard it. I would hate to see you getting hurt by him, even though God knows I love him like my son. But he's got his faults and his issues."

I give her a shaky smile. "I should really start to listen to other people's advice a little more."

Milena gives me a motherly smile.

Adrian shows up at the door then and my smile vanishes. His dress shirt is open at the neck and I can see the traces of a lipstick on his neck and the white material. My throat closes up and my stomach starts to hurt.

"Cassandra, come wipe the table. We spilled some wine."

You can wipe your own motherfucking table, cabron. I stand up abruptly. "You'll have to excuse me, Mr Welch, but I am not feeling well." I don't know how I manage to sound so composed and confident when all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs.

I walk past him and he calls my name with a confusion and ... worry? I shake my head and walk up the stairs with angry and fast steps.

Adrian doesn't come to me. This is also the first night I lock my room.

I thought I could just come up and sleep it all off. But now, lying in the dark all alone, it gets even worse because I'm left with my racing thoughts, my stomach in a such a twist I want to go and force myself to vomit.

Hours into lying on the bed in the dark, I feel the knob twist. My heart stops and I stop breathing, trying to hear what's going on on the other side.

I don't know if I only imagined the knob twist because everything is silent after that. And either it was my mind playing tricks on me or Adrian really gave up that easily.

I'm starting a new job tomorrow and, uhm, going to college and now working will leave me with even less time for writing, especially now when the final exams are around the corner. But life is good!! Kinda. *sigh*