Chapter 5 MY NEW BOSS LUSTFUL EYES.

~ NOVA'S POV ~

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"You are my slave and I will do whatever I want to you," said the huge man that looked very muscular.

Fear was all written on my face as I tried to escape his grip but he seemed to be more powerful than I was he grabbed me and pushed me on the bed hard.

My face was turned to the bed and my back was up as he ripped my dress, tearing it while exposing my naked body. I layed there helpless, all my screams didn't seem to pass the roof.

He was in me and the next thing was blood all over me. I sat there crying at the sight of my own blood.

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I shot up, my heart racing with terror, and a cold sweat drenched my skin. Frantically, I scanned my body for any signs of injury, but found none.

"It was just a dream," I whispered to myself, exhaling a sigh of relief. Just as I was calming down, the door creaked open and Ma Mary, the elderly woman who had hired me just the day before, stood in the doorway, concern etched on her face.

"You're awake, but what's wrong? You look shaken," she asked, her eyes narrowing as she took in my labored breathing and fearful expression.

I tried to brush it off, standing up from the bed. "Just a bad dream, nothing to worry about," I replied nonchalantly, attempting to hide the lingering fear.

Ma Mary's expression softened with understanding as she suggested I take it easy.

"Perhaps it's trauma from yesterday's incident," she said gently.

"Why don't you rest for now and start working tomorrow when you're feeling better? Besides, Asher hasn't officially met you as the new maid yet."

However, I couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility, especially since today was supposed to be my first day on the job. I felt a strong urge to prove myself and not let a rough start deter me.

Ma Mary had shown remarkable kindness after hearing about my difficult past, which is what led her to offer me the position in the first place.

Her empathy and generosity had brought a sense of hope and relief to my situation, and I was determined to make the most of this opportunity.

"No, I'm fine. I'll join you in the kitchen right away," I insisted, following her out of the room, eager to get started despite my lingering unease.

I slipped into the black short dress Ma Mary had lent me, since I had fled Mrs. Jenkins' store with nothing.

The mansion's grandeur still left me in awe, and without Ma Mary's guided tour, I would have easily gotten lost in its vastness. It was the kind of luxurious home I had always fantasized about owning one day.

What struck me as peculiar, though, was that the owner, my new boss, lived here alone, no wife, no children. According to Ma Mary, he wasn't interested in having a family; in fact, he seemed to dislike children altogether.

I pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the relief of having secured a job and a roof over my head. Whatever personal choices my boss made were none of my concern, and I was just grateful for this new opportunity.

"Pass me the vegetables," Ma Mary instructed, gesturing toward the chopped veggies at the far end of the counter. I handed them over, having just finished preparing the potatoes and chicken gravy.

Ma Mary's surprise at my culinary skills brought a smile to my face as I recalled the orphanage where I learned to cook. Every Sunday, after morning mass, the sisters would teach us cooking techniques, and those lessons had given me the confidence to experiment with various ingredients.

"You have a natural talent," Ma Mary said, and I felt a sense of pride knowing that my past experiences had equipped me with a valuable skill.

"I have a problem with mashed potatoes; we usually skip that on the roster; thank goodness you're here; I have a feeling I'll be pretty good at it very soon," she joked, her eyes lighting up with interest.

"Of course, Ma'am. "I'll teach you everything you need to know," I promised her, smiling.

Dinner was eventually ready.

I glanced at the clock in the kitchen. It was already past 9 p.m. And my new boss has not returned; does he typically return home late at night? I wondered. Perhaps he was a busy guy who took his work seriously.

"I'll be in my room, you can take the food to the dinning, I will join you there before Asher comes back." Ma Mary notified.

"But should Incase he shows up, serve him dinner but if I'm back before then I'll serve him myself so that you can also get cleaned."

"Okay," I said in a tiny voice, drawing a grin from Ma Mary.

I opted to tidy up the kitchen before delivering the meal to the table.

As I stood at the sink, washing dishes, I felt a sudden presence behind me. My initial startle gave way to calmness, assuming it was Mariam returning from her shower.

"I'm almost done, Ma'am," I called out. "I'll take the dishes to the dining room now." But as I turned around, my eyes met those of a towering figure, a massive man with muscles rippling beneath his clothes.

His imposing physique made him look like he could burst out of his attire at any moment. A chill ran down my spine as I noticed a striking resemblance to the man from my earlier nightmare.

His height was intimidating, making me feel petite and vulnerable. My heart racing, I wanted to scream, but then I remembered that he might be the owner of the house, which made me freeze in place instead.

"You're awake already, how are you feeling now?" he asked, his gaze sweeping over me from head to toe, making me freeze in place.

I felt a wave of unease wash over me, unfamiliar with being alone in a room with a man. His intense stare made me self-conscious, and I awkwardly tried to compose myself.

I bent my head humbly as he looked at me. I was becoming concerned with the way his eyes looked at my legs, so I used my hands to conceal them with the short gown I was putting on.

"Good evening, sir. I'm fine and better," I said.

"What's your name, young lady?" He asked in a calm tone. "He approached me.

"My name is Nova sir." I introduced myself.

"Where is Ma' Mary?" I see you have been able to win her heart; you must be a wonderful girl since she has already permitted you to work with her." He stated this while glancing at my exposed breast in a certain way.

"In her room." "Should I serve dinner?" I attempted to walk away from him to the other side of the kitchen.

"Don't bother. I'm not hungry" he replied calmly.

"Okay sir. I'll just tidy up and leave." I stated before turning back to face him again looking at my back side, I didn't know if it was something I should be concerned of or not. As I was naïve and had no experience with any man.

"I will just clean up and leave sir!" I repeatedly broke him from his thoughts.

He quickly turned away, making his way out of the kitchen.

Finally I could breathe freely. But still there was a doubt in my heart that our conversation wasn't done yet.