𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍
"Teacher's wife."
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Mr. Anderson parks his Mercedes black Benz in front of a huge modern black mansion,

His mansion.

"This is all yours?" I eyed the teacher who was parking into the driveway.

"No it's all mines." He replied nonchalantly

I scoffed from his ignorance. "Get out." He demanded

"No."

Mr. Anderson's glare is like a burning needle, drilling into Kali's defiance. He lets out a sharp, forceful command again. "Get out now Torres." The tone and severity of his voice tell Kali he is not asking but demanding. She hears the command and feels the threat behind it, but she refuses to budge. Instead, she stares straight back into his piercing eyes and shakes her head firmly. Mr. Anderson's gaze narrows even further, and he storms over and opens the passenger door, forcefully unbuckling her seatbelt and picking her up, carrying her off into his mansion.

"Put me down!" Kali tried to squirmed out

Mr. Anderson did so and walked ahead of her, "Are you crazy!?"

Mr. Anderson let out a soft chuckle shaking his head, "I'm still your teacher Torres, you're entering my home so you should listen." his tone gruff.

Right, of course.

Kali watches, frozen as Mr. Anderson retrieves his house key from his pocket and unlocks the front door. The key fits into the lock with a satisfying click, and the door swings open. Kali's heart is hammering in her chest as her mind races and tries to process everything- also about the fact that she's staying in her handsome history teacher house.

Kali's gaze moves across the room and takes in the lavish and elegant decor. The floor is neatly covered with plush couches and chairs, and a plush, velveted rug covers the ground. In the kitchen area, a woman is standing over a stove and cooking, her hair tied back in a ponytail and her hands working quickly and efficiently. Behind her, the kitchen area opens up to a long hallway, with a door that leads into another room at the end of the doorway.

"Please don't touch anything."

I nodded my head as my eyes didn't leave the portraits on the wall.

"Kali."

"Yes?" I turned to look at my teacher

"Say Okay."

...

"Okay.."

My gaze averted to Anderson who was walking off, "Wait where are you going?" I tugged his suit.

"Kali, this tux is expensive-"

"Where are you going?" Kali asks again but more demanding.

Kali's demand making Mr. Anderson pause and look at her directly. Her eyes meet his and she feels a spark of tension.

Silence.

"To the kitchen Torres." he moved her hand off his tux before he walked away.

"Fuck." She mumbled

My anxiety is running all over the place right now, I knew that woman in the kitchen was his wife, it had to be.

This was a mistake, I need to leave.

Before Kali could open the door to leave, she gets her name called from down the hall.

"Torres."

I stared at the mirror in front of me and hurried to fix my self. I wanted to put on a good first impression for his wife. They were rich and lived in mansions.

Kali Torres walks down the hall towards the kitchen, feeling a bit on edge. When she reaches the kitchen entrance, she makes eye contact with a woman who is standing by the stove. The woman's expression is guarded and slightly unfriendly, and she seems to be observing Kali with a hint of suspicion. Kali cannot help but feel a bit uneasy around the woman.

"Kali Torres this is my wife Miranda Willis."

"Miranda this is Kali Torres." He greeted us

I smiled friendly and waved.

The woman didn't wave back she was focusing on mixing chocolate batter. Mr. Anderson coughed to get Miranda's attention.

She finally looked up again and stared blankly, "Oh hello, I'm guessing you'll be the maid."

I took a minute to respond, "Well- that was the plan wasn't it?" I eyed Mr. Anderson who looked away guilty.

I turned my gaze back to Miranda, She was a black haired woman, very beautiful but had a little bit of wrinkles on her forehead.

A little too old for Mr. Anderson shall I say..

"How old are you?" I asked the lady and her facial expressions scrunched up.

"Excuse me?"

"Kali-

"If you didn't hear me I said-

"Torres." Mr. Anderson called

Miranda scoffed, "She can sleep in the attic."

Bitch.

Mr. Anderson dragged me out of the kitchen into his living room, "Torres." He sighs

...

He eyes me waiting for a response impatiently as I stood there quietly.

"Kal-

"What!?"

"Do you not have manners,
hm?" he asks

"I do-

"I don't think so." He interrupted

I turn my head away annoyingly but Mr. Anderson grabs my chin and force me to look into his eyes, "My house, you listen."

"Still you're teacher so obey." his voice quietly as his hands still grasps my chin.

"Got it?"

I nodded my head.

"Fuck Kali,

"Use your words." he glares

"Okay-I got it." I replied

He finally let go of my chin, "you'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight."

"I thought you're wife said I'm sleeping in the Attic."

"Want me to change my mind?"

"No."

"Okay then,"

"And for the record Torres, my wife is forty five- so do not ask her again."