Okay. I was living the life. This place was amazing. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. Sure, I had times were I would go to rich people’s houses and live in luxury for a night, but this was for a whole month. And something told me that I was going to enjoy every minute of it. 

I wandered around my room. It was simple, but still really nice. I ran my hands over the sheets of my bed and they were so soft that I felt like sleeping in them would cause me to sleep like a baby, which is something that never happened. There was a vanity on the one side of the room with a large mirror. I walked over to it and looked at my face. I was still a little bruised from Liam. I lifted my shirt, yep, more bruises. I sighed and dropped my shirt. 

I hoped that I could please Zayn this way. I was in too much pain the night before to do anything for him, but I was feeling better. Maybe it was just the atmosphere, but it was like all my injuries were gone. Minus my wrist. That still hurt like a bitch.  

I had a few hours to spare, so I sat down on the bed and pulled my bags onto the bed as well. I started to pull out my things and organize them. I had my normal day to day clothes in one pile, my toiletries in another pile. Some sweats to sleep in and then a pile of nice looking underwear, other garments and things that Zayn would like to see me in. 

I hadn’t figured out what he liked other than being called Daddy. The thought made me shiver with excitement. We were interrupted half way between out first meeting. Zayn was a busy business man. I hoped that wouldn’t keep him from me this month. I was eager to be with him. Which was strange because I hated most of the events in my life, but Zayn had been so nice to me and his body was rocking. Why wouldn’t I be excited?

I wanted to wander around the house and see just how rich Zayn was. There were other hallways and rooms that Charles didn’t show me that I was curious about. Also, Charles said that there was pool. I had to see it. 

So I peaked out of my doorway and saw that no one was out there. I stepped out and decided to kill the rest of my time by exploring the house. I wandered down the stairway and into the kitchen. Everything looked so new and there were granite countertops. I ran my fingers across the glossy surface and smiled. On the far wall of the house that was facing the city, there was a small walkway hidden in foliage with a gate. The large windows looked like they would move, so I pushed on one and they opened like panels. I jumped back in surprise. I had never seen such a thing before. This house sure was amazing. 

I followed that small path with the gate into a courtyard that was carved into the side of the mountain just like the house was. The pool was there, glistening and looking refreshing. I smiled and walked further into the court yard. That was when I saw the grounds keeper. I think his name was John. He turned and smiled at me. 

“Good morning there.” He waved and pulled his net from the pool. He was cleaning up some leaves. “Are you the guest for the month?” He asked, looking me up and down. I nodded. I knew he was judging me. I bet they all knew that their boss bought me for the month and that I was a prostitute. “How old are you?” He asked warily. 

I had answered this question so many times before and perfected my lie. “I turn nineteen next month.” I would also say that I had a birthday coming up because that deterred people who asking any further. If I just said I was eighteen, some people would get suspicious. I mean, I looked younger because I was younger. 

“That’s cool. I’ll be hitting the big thirty this year.” He chuckles, throwing his head back. “Man, I’m getting old.” He wiped his forehead free of sweat and then smiled at me. “Zayn’s getting up there too.”

“Really? How old is he?” I asked. There was no way he was getting close to thirty. Plus, this guys didn’t look a day over twenty-two. There must be something in the water here.

“Zayn will be Twenty-six next week.” I thought about it and I knew that Zayn was older because he had graduated college, but for him to be nearly ten years older than me kind of threw me off. “Shocker, eh?” John chuckled. “He’s already this successful and four years younger than me!” John laughed hard and slapped his knee. I grinned because he was a funny guy. 

“So what is there to do around here?” I asked. John stopped laughing and looked around. I looked at the pool when he looked at me. “Oh, uh, I can’t swim.” I never learned how to. We didn’t have a pool when I was younger and living with my parents. We didn’t even go to the public pool even though I begged. Yay for bringing back bad memories. 

“That’s unfortunate.” John frowned. I sighed and just sat down next to the pool and dipped my bare feet in. So for the remainder of my free time I sat with my feet in the pool and talked with John. He had a wife and two children. He worked at the house all week and had the weekends free. He used to live in the city, but got out when he turned eighteen. He even asked me if I was going o eventually leave the city and I nodded eagerly. 

I was going to get out and get away from this life. And the money this month would be my way of escaping. 

After a while, John and I fell into a comfortable silence. He cleaned the pool and flicked water at me every once in a while. I enjoyed being outdoors. It wasn't something I did very often in the city. 

When lunch time rolled around, Charles came outside in his nice clothes and asked us to meet in the kitchen. I pulled my feet out of the water and stood up, following John and Charles inside the house. We moved over to the kitchen where the countertops were granite and the cabinets were flat and modern. Everything flowed in the house endlessly. I took a seat at the table like everyone else did and this older, rather larger man, waddled through the kitchen, bringing a big tray of food to the table. I figured he was the chef, Basil.

He set down a tray of delicious looking sandwiches and then went back into the kitchen to get a pitcher of even more delicious looking lemonade. “Dig in.” He spoke in a funny accent. I did just so having not eaten since the night before when I went out with Zayn. I skipped breakfast entirely because I was running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. It was only Charles, John and I who ate lunch together, so it was pretty quiet. It was strange to eat with these older men and not have them stare at me. I found it very relaxing and filling.

I wanted to help Basil with the dishes, but he told me that I was the guest and that I didn’t need to lift a finger. I guessed that the only way I would earn my keep here was to do my job, and that was to give in to any sexual desire Zayn had and wanted to do with me. 

I didn’t know what else to do other than wait. I was told there was a separate room with a television that I was free to use. When I found it I nearly choked, because it wasn’t just a room with a TV and a couch like I imagined. It was a damn movie theatre in there. This was really living the life. I had an unlimited amount of movies to watch and there was a popcorn machine in the corner. And it was legit. I messed around with it and got some popcorn going. I went over to the small coffee table in front of the large comfortable looking chairs and picked up the remote. I simply pressed the power button and the whole system came alive. 

“Please pick a setting.”  The big screen told me. I was given multiple options, but I simply picked movies and was giving a list of over a thousand movies. Some were new and some were old. I put on some random romance movie and sat down. I was surprised to see that the chairs also had a massage feature that was to die for and not even fifteen minutes into the movie I fell asleep. 

I felt this pressure on my arm when I finally came too. The room was dark and the movie had shut off. I let my eyes adjust before looking to see who was touching my arm and I gasped when I saw Zayn standing there, his tie hanging loosely from his neck and his deep brown eyes watching me. 

“Have a nice sleep?” He asked. I bolted up, wiping any drool I had around my mouth. I sat up straight and tried to give Zayn my best appearance. He chuckles and rest his hand on top of my own. “Relax. I found it cute when you were sleeping. You don’t have those crinkles between your brow when you’re asleep.” He raised his hand and brought it to my face. I instinctively winced and he must have saw it because he lowered his hand and apologized. “Are you still in pain?” He asked. 

I thought about what he was talking about and I realized he was referring to my bruises from Liam. “N-No.” I lied. I was still aching all over, but the massage did help with some of that. 

“Please don’t lie to me.” Zayn said calmly, taking my hand in his own again. “Come with me. I know what will do that trick.” He helped me from the chair that I was buried into and led me out of the room. It was much darker out than before. I must have slept for a few hours at least. “How do you feel about jacuzzis?” He asked. 

Crap. I didn’t even own a pair of swim trousers because I couldn’t swim. I didn’t think they would come in handy with a jacuzzi because, well, I had never been in one other than the tub kinds. “I-I don’t have trousers.” I muttered. 

A smirk formed on Zayn’s face. “That’s alright. You can just go in naked.”

A/N: So yeah.... I updated! Wooo! I also did a thing with another story of mine. I said I wasn't going to, but I'm going to make a short third part to my Stuck Here series from Liam's POV. I've already planned it out with @LlAMPAYNE It's gonna be great. I also have some other stories coming up after I finish this one and WAWWF. Stay tuned and the next update for this one will either be this weekend or next thursday! Please vote and comment so I can see how you guys like the story so far. =]

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Jachxx