The Day He Matured

I woke up when the first sunlight of the day had just penetrated the gap in the curtain. My head ached terribly.

If I remember correctly, I didn't have a headache or shoulder pain at all.

Out of habit, I reached out my hand to fumble beside me to find the phone mixed up in the blankets.

However, as soon as I moved, the pain suddenly spread all over my body, including my shoulders, waist, and even my private place.

I remember I never fought with anyone.

Last night, I just cleaned up the master's small party and went to bed a little late.

Am I old already? Am I premature aging?

Just as I was about to whisper a few words to ease the pain, the steady sound of breathing made my throat harden.

It took me about seven seconds before I could lift my head to see where the sound was coming from.

Oh, my gosh! It was the sound of my master's breathing. He was still closing his eyes.

It seems that he is dreaming that he is eating candy or eating cake, so his face is very happy. Sometimes he even snorted softly.

But this is not the time for me to gaze at this handsome face.

What if a man and a girl were in the same room, on the same bed, and covered with the same blanket?

I tried to stay calm and gently lifted the blanket and looked inside.

I almost screamed when I saw that I was in my primitive form, naked, with absolutely nothing on me. And this man is no different from me.

Although I was heartbroken because I had lost my virginity to him, my fear of being discovered was even greater, so I quickly put aside the physical and mental pain.

I hurriedly got out of bed, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, then rushed to the door.

The first thing after I got back to my room was to rush into the bathroom to wash away all the masculine scents and sex smells on my body covered with red kiss marks that were gradually turning blue and purple.

"He probably can't recognize me as the one who slept with him, right? Why did I enter his room? Why did I turn into such a despicable girl? Ah... no, I've become a woman now. Oh my god, I'm going crazy..."

Tears fell from my eyes, mixing with the warm water from the shower.

I have always wished to keep the first time for the man who will be my husband, but today everything has disappeared.

Even though I tried to recall everything, I couldn't quite remember what happened after I cleaned up the mess from the party.

I remember I was very thirsty and took the juice bottle from the fridge to drink, and after that, I don't remember anything.

When I woke up, I saw the scene just now. I am naked and lying in the lap of that billionaire man.

Surely last night was a long, and intense night because my body was covered with his kiss marks.

Kiss marks were printed all over my neck down to my feet and my small waist hurt so much I thought it was almost broken.

After taking a shower, I went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for him as usual.

Brian always wakes up early to go to the bank, but because today is Sunday, he doesn't set an alarm.

Furthermore, I guess what happened last night took a lot of his energy.

The proof is that my beautiful body now looks like a ghost, not like a human anymore. In short, three parts human, seven parts devil.

"Bella."

The sudden call from behind caused the hot pan in my hand to almost fall to the floor.

Originally, I intended to cook at the speed of light, then arrange the dishes on the table for him, then run to the yard to sweep leaves, weed, and temporarily avoid him, but I did not expect him to get up so early.

As usual, on Sundays, Brian will sleep until eight o'clock before going to the kitchen to find food and then going to the gym.

"Did you not hear me call?" Brian continued to speak.

I knew that if I just stood still like a statue and kept silent, ignoring him was not a good way and could not be maintained for long, so I took a deep breath to calm down and slowly turned around.

"Why do you wake up so early? I'm almost done cooking." I gave him a wry smile and said softly.

"Do you have a fever? It's not cold, but what are you wearing?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Ah... yes, I feel a bit cold. A little cold."

I can't tell you I used this turtleneck sweater to cover the deep kiss marks he left on my body.

In my heart, I hope he doesn't remember anything that happened after he went to his bedroom.

I cannot imagine what Brian would do to me when he found out that he had sex with a lowly maid.

His previous girlfriends, if not beauty queens, are also supermodels, actresses, or have high positions in top companies in the country.

A week ago, he just broke up with the girlfriend he has been dating for a month, who is the sales manager of a famous cosmetics company.

However, for nearly three years I lived in the same house with him, I never saw him sad because his love was broken.

If I guess correctly, next week he will have a new girlfriend, more beautiful and talented than the old one.

"Then... do you need me to warm you up? Do you need me to hug you?"

He said softly as he walked towards me step by step.

I reflexively trembled and stepped back, but unfortunately, there was no way for me to go back because the kitchen counter was blocked right behind me.

This man is not just teasing me for a day or two.

This is so familiar to me, so familiar that more than ten times when he held my hand and said he loved me, I knew it was a joke and just smiled, then pushed him away and continued working.

Brian always finds every opportunity to scare me, make me mad, and make me curse him.

The more he heard me curse, the more he laughed.

If his mother hadn't paid me twice as much as an office worker, I would have run away long ago, not staying here.

"Do you... do you need some soup? You... are you still drunk?"

I spoke with difficulty, my face turned to one side, avoiding his gaze and his minty breath mixed with the scent of expensive wine.

"Do not need. Bella, as long as you kiss me, I will stop being drunk, come on..."

His face was getting closer and closer, making my heart jump wildly in my chest.

If I hadn't crawled into his bed last night, my reflexes wouldn't have been this bad, I'd have pushed him away and escaped.

And now, my limbs almost do not belong to me anymore. They froze, abandoning me.

My whole body was leaning back, and then I was almost lying on the kitchen floor.

"Last night... we were..."

"Nothing happened." I quickly interrupted him.

"What? You think I'm an idiot, don't you? Dear Bella, you scratched my whole body. Do you want to see the evidence?"

As Brian said, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

I closed my eyes in panic, not daring to look at the glass paneling on the kitchen wall, which reflected the traces of intense lovemaking imprinted on his muscular chest.

He wouldn't bully a girl, would he?

Anyway, he kissed my whole body. Furthermore, this is my first time, and this is definitely his hundredth time. He is not at a loss.

"No... don't want... I don't want to."

My head shook wildly. If possible, I wish I had magic. I'll wave my hand and immediately break free from the arms that are locking me.

The gas stove was turned off a long time ago, but the heat from my face seemed hotter than fire.

This is the most embarrassing situation of my miserable life for the past twenty-four years.

"Ah, then in return, let me see if there are any traces on your body."

At this time, I don't know which power god entered me, but I pushed Brian away with just a push of my hand.

He stumbled and fell back onto the floor.

I pulled my hand back, scared, and looked at him with wide eyes.

When I saw him frown and wince, I half wanted to swoop down to ask if he was okay, but I was worried that he would grab me, so I chose to stand still, waiting for the next storm.

"This cruel woman, why are you so strong? Are you strong in bed, and when you get out of bed, are you strong too?" He struggled to get up and continued to look at me with amorous eyes full of sarcasm.

Honestly, I wish my foot would turn into a drill to drill through the floor and then I would go down there, following the drain to get out.

I really don't remember anything. If I had the slightest bit of reason to remember, I certainly wouldn't have climbed into his bed.

"It seems that your mother has returned."

The doorbell rang, making me happy as if I had received gold.

Immediately, I rushed out.

If his mother had been at home yesterday, nothing would have happened.

I hope he doesn't tell her that because my employment contract hasn't expired yet.

I have received ten years' salary but have only been working for almost three years. On my shoulders is a huge amount of debt.

In his mother's eyes, I was always a good girl, keeping the rules, not an opportunist who wanted to climb high in this despicable way.

"Welcome back home." I smiled like a withered rose and bowed to the most powerful woman in the mansion.

"Uh. Is everything okay? Did Brian cause any trouble?"

"No."

I shook my head and took the big and small bags from Mrs. Alina.

If she knew it was me who did it, my apocalypse would come.

I don't know if Brian buttoned his shirt or not.

If he kept showing his chest like that, his mother would definitely ask.

Thank God, when she entered the kitchen, Brian was back in his very neat appearance, leisurely eating breakfast and reading the newspaper on his phone.

His appearance at this time makes me not dare to believe that the person who was rude and joking with me earlier is the one who exudes that noble, calm, and quiet aura.

The fact that he constantly teased me happened when Mrs. Alina was not at home or when I went to his room to clean.

I cannot tell her.

Even if I told her, she wouldn't believe it. Or maybe she would think that I slandered him and fired me.

She herself admitted that he spoke very little.

There were some expensive spices in the bags that Mrs. Alina brought back, so I quickly took them out first and stowed them on the kitchen counter.

Since I became a domestic helper for this family, I have not lacked anything. I have enjoyed a lot of delicious and strange dishes.

"Is everything okay, Mom?" He asked and put the last piece of cake into his mouth.

"Yes, everything is fine. Next weekend, you should arrange for your work and fly to the US to visit your grandfather. He misses you very much."

My eyes sparkled, and my mouth smiled happily when I heard her talk.

I reflexively turned my head to see if Brian nodded or shook his head.

The moment I looked at him, his two bullet-shaped eyes also looked at me.

Did I express exaggerated delight?

Immediately, I closed my mouth, lowered my eyelids, and turned to the wall, continuing my work.

I constantly whisper the mantra: "You just go, stay away from me, and don't think".

"Okay. I will go this weekend."

The answer I've been waiting for the most this year has finally been given by this man.

That's right, that's exactly it. He should go. He can also live there.

If he disappears forever, all the better. I will take care of his mother for him and receive a regular salary every month.

I will blow hard so that the plane carrying him flies fast and far.

"Bella, help me carry these bags upstairs."

"Yes."

I hurriedly picked up the bags and followed Mrs. Alina.

If possible, I don't want to have two weekends because that way I won't have to face Brian.

He is always at home on Saturday and Sunday.

If the bank had urgent business, he would go there on Saturday, but only in the morning.

And Saturday afternoon and half of Sunday is the time for him to make me angry because his mother is rarely at home these two days.

"Here's your gift. A very sexy two-piece nightgown." Mrs. Alina handed the bag to me and winked.

My face heats up. I quickly took it and thanked her.

To be honest, I'm not a girl who is rigid in choosing clothes.

My body is inherently beautiful with almost perfect three-round measurements, so I like sexy nightgowns.

However, because there was a man in this villa who liked to stare at me, I didn't dare to wear them.

I keep hiding them. When night fell and I was back in my room, I took them out and put them on.

"But... are you sick? I feel it's hot, why are you wearing winter clothes?"

"Ah... yes, I went out in the sun and didn't wear a hat, so I caught a fever."

"Then you have to buy medicine to drink. If you are sick, no one will do the housework."

"Yes, now I will go to the market and then I will buy it."

I chuckled and nodded repeatedly.

I know she was just joking. When I was bedridden in the past, she would clean the house and cook for me.

I have the feeling that this spacious villa is my home. Everything would be perfect if this place didn't have that naughty man named Brian.

I don't know when he sat on the hot seat of Hana Corporation, did he tease the staff the same way he teased me?

I held the dress in my hand and excitedly rushed to my room.

However, Brian's tall figure made my legs stop.

He stood in front of my door, leaning his back against the wall, his hands in his pockets.

He looked rather leisurely, not like someone who would bruise his partner in bed at all.

"Gift?" He looked at the bag and asked.

"Yes, your mother bought it for me."

"What is it?"

"Two-piece nightgown."

After saying that, I wanted to slap my mouth.

Why am I so honest?

I felt a chill down my spine as I looked into his eyes.

Brian stepped closer to me, and I stepped back until I was stopped by the wall, I stood still like a statue.

"Bella, I really want to see you wearing it, or... now you wear it for me to see."

His masculine breath on my face gave me goosebumps. It's fragrant, but I'm not used to it at all.

His long, slender fingers slowly lift my chin, keeping our faces facing each other.

Normally, I have to admit that he is very handsome, but when the two of us face each other from a distance too close; he looks like a snail.

All I see are black, glittering eyes with lashes longer than mine.

"Or... let's go to the room and re-enact the scene from last night."

I quickly turn my face to the side, avoiding the kiss that's almost landed on my lips.

It is true that when I woke up in Brian's room; I felt very sorry for him, but his actions and words from just now until now made me extremely angry and uncomfortable.

He seemed very happy and enjoying himself, not as traumatized as I was worried.

"No. Please forget what happened last night. Don't repeat it again. No honor for you or me."

"Who entered my room? Who climbed into my bed? Why did you erase everything so quickly?"

Brian's sentence carried a sense of humor and was not serious.

I can feel this even without looking at him. Up until now, he had never been serious when talking to me alone.

"Brian, I... I'm sorry. I don't know if you believe me or not, but I... I didn't intentionally enter your room. I don't even know how that happened. Could you please treat what happened as an accident and not repeat it?"

After saying a long sentence, my heart skipped a beat.

The silence and heavy atmosphere enveloped us for several minutes.

His breath gradually dispersed, no longer focused on my face.

"It was your first time, right?"

"No, I've had a boyfriend before, so it's not the first time."

"Blood stains on the bedsheet."

"I've got my period."

Because I wanted to prove that I wasn't lying, I looked up and looked directly into his beautiful eyes and articulated.

At this moment, there is nothing in Brian's eyes except my image.

The two of us looked at each other for a long time, then he backed away to make way for me.

"No problem. I had sex with a lot of girls before having sex with you, so I'm not strict about this. Let's get married. I will be responsible for you."

"Don't joke anymore." I quickly spoke up.

"I am not joking. I really want to marry you."

Brian tilted his head and looked at me.

This is the first time I've seen him look serious, but how can I know what he's thinking?

I was teased a lot by him, so even when I heard him say that, I was not surprised and even more did not trust him.

If he was a traditional and decent guy, I would believe him.

However, the number of girls who have dated him can fill a truck, not less.

Even if the radiance of his appearance, position, education, and money made him shine like a god, it was impossible to whiten his past of debauchery.

My wish is to have a family with a man who makes me feel secure about everything, not someone who makes me hug my pillow and lean on the door to wait for him every night.

Mountains and rivers are easy to change, but human nature is difficult to change.

Although I have never felt self-deprecating, I understand that I am not the best jockey to keep this wild horse.

"I don't want to tie my life to someone I don't love because of this. Brian, you are not the role model that I aim for. I don't like you. I have no feelings for you."

I almost held my breath to be able to say these words.

This was the perfect excuse for me to turn down his quick offer.

I saw the corners of his lips curl up slightly, and he smiled faintly. He put his hand in his pocket again.

There seems to be a bit of dissatisfaction and disappointment in his eyes, or because my mood is in turmoil, I see his eyes like that.

"You looked really enjoying it last night, not at all like what you said."

"No, if what you say is true, I will remember. I have no impression at all. Please don't mention it again, and if it's too difficult, I'll quit my job and go to jail."

"Okay, don't mention it again."

His voice was as light as the breeze, and then the sound of his footsteps faded away.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought I would lose my job.

I do not have enough money to compensate if the contract between me and his mother is unilaterally broken by myself.

A few days later, Brian showed a cold expression every time he saw me.

Or rather, he ignored my existence in this mansion.

Sometimes I sneak a peek at him and I can no longer see his amorous eyes staring at me, looking for an opportunity to mock me.

I should be happy, but I don't know why I feel down, missing something.

Maybe because I am often teased by him, I am addicted to that. Now that I'm at peace, I feel empty.

After trimming the yellow leaves and rearranging the gravel, watering the potted plant, I put it back on the windowsill and was about to leave when a man's voice made my legs stop.

"Bella, make me a cup of coffee."

"What?" I turned my head, my eyes widening in surprise.

"Do you have hearing loss? Coffee." He stopped writing, raised his head, and looked at me.

"Oh, I'll do it right away."

I sprinted out of the room, ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

Today, I don't understand why Brian didn't go to the bank.

Yesterday, I saw him bring back a stack of documents and now he is sitting in his study, reading and signing, sometimes he works on the computer.

When I went back upstairs, I overheard him talking on the phone with someone.

I quickly pushed the document aside and set the hot coffee cup down on the table.

I don't know if my eyes are sick or not, but I see his computer screen showing my face on it.

Before I could look closely, it had changed to another image, so I'm not sure.

Maybe my eyes have a problem.

"This is your coffee. Do you need anything more?"

"That's enough, just do your job."

I quickly retracted my hand before his seven-billion hand touched the coffee cup.

The watch that Brian is wearing is worth seven billion, a number that can feed me for a lifetime.

If I had that watch, the first thing I would do would be to sell it.

Today's menu is beef rolls with guise leaves, vegetable soup, and fried fish. These are all my favorite dishes.

From the day I stepped foot into this place, I have gained weight clearly.

Mrs. Alina and Brian did not eat much. For example, if I buy half a kilo of beef, she and he will eat about two ounces, and three ounces will go into my belly.

It only took about an hour, lunch was ready. I was about to go upstairs to ask Brian to come down to eat when I saw him walking quickly down the stairs.

He seemed to be in a hurry because he was wearing his vest while walking.

"Don't you have lunch?" I blurted out.

"You can eat first. I have to go out for a bit. When I come back, I will eat."

"Oh, yes, you can disappear forever." I nodded happily.

"What did you just say?"

His voice was cold, his eyes were filled with anger.

At this moment, I realized that I had made a mistake.

I should just whisper. I don't understand why that sentence came out of my mouth and into his ear.

"No, I mean, if you're hungry, you can eat outside. It's past eleven o'clock in the afternoon."

"Excessive worry."

After throwing two words in my face, Brian hurriedly left.

I quickly ran to open the gate before he drove his luxury, good, smooth car out of the garage.

At noon, the sun was fierce, the rays of sunlight penetrated the leaves, swayed by the wind, and danced all over the large yard.

On days like this, I'm extremely afraid to go out, just want to snuggle up in the house.

Because I eat alone, I eat very quickly.

I intended to take a nap, but I was afraid that the man would come back suddenly.

I was afraid that if I didn't open the door in time, he would frown and wince, so I didn't sleep.

There was nothing left for me to do, so I took out some sheets of paper to draw some clothes and dresses.

My dream was to become a fashion designer, but it was extinguished when my family had an incident.

My father's company was at a loss and was heavily in debt. The pressure made him depressed and ended his life with sleeping pills.

And my mother followed him after a few months of struggling in a hospital bed.

After finishing the twelfth grade, I had to give up my dream, enter a vocational secondary school and study a major that I never thought of, which is accounting and auditing.

For several years, I worked and studied at the same time and when I finished my study program, I excitedly took my degree to companies to apply for jobs, but no one accepted me.

Other candidates with outstanding starting points have eclipsed someone like me.

Fortunately, in my most desperate moment, I met Mrs. Alina.

Just because I helped her pick up some fallen apples, I was offered a job as a maid by her. My monthly salary is much higher than the salary of an office worker.

When I was drawing to the bottom of the skirt, the pen suddenly ran out of ink. Because I was afraid to walk in the hot sun, I ventured into Brian's study to borrow a pen.

When I got to the desk, I couldn't help but be curious, and conveniently clicked on the computer to see if the image on the computer screen was me or not.

However, I was mistaken. It's a photo of the famous model Hellen. From this angle, she looks a lot like me.

"He is probably trying to flirt with this supermodel. So why did he ask to marry me? Brian, do you consider me an idiot? Do I have to sit at home and wait for my husband while you go on a date with your mistress?"

My mood dropped because of the photo. I did not borrow a pen anymore, but went out into the yard, enjoying the wind and pruning the trees.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon when the doorbell rang, I quickly let go of the scissors, ran in to get the key, and quickly opened the gate.

When I returned to the house, I faced Brian right on the steps.

I was about to open my mouth to ask him if he had eaten, but he went too fast, so I didn't have time to say a word.

Maybe he ate outside because it was almost two in the afternoon.

I went to the yard again and continued what I was doing.

This morning, Mrs. Alina said she would go to a birthday party with friends in the evening and would come to the restaurant right after work, so I didn't need to cook anything more.

Brian eats to keep his waist, and I also want to lose weight, so those dishes are enough.

My day starts at five o'clock in the morning, so work is done early and I'm quite leisurely in the afternoon.

I was about to go up to the terrace to get their clothes down and then sweep and clean the house when the phone in my pocket vibrated.

I immediately picked up the phone when I saw Brian's name on the phone screen.

The villa is large, so I have to carry my phone with me constantly so that when he or Mrs. Alina needs me, they will call me because sometimes they are upstairs, and I am in the kitchen.

He didn't lock the door, so I pushed it lightly and walked in.

However, I couldn't see him anywhere, only a pair of expensive trousers and a branded shirt hanging on the chair.

How could he be invisible and only have his suit?

"Brian, where are you?" I looked around his spacious room and asked.

"In here." His voice came from the bathroom.

I sighed and shook my head. I don't understand what he's going to do to make fun of me.

I thought he had changed his personality after a few days of being cold to me, but in the end, he was still so childish.

In the past, he just teased me with childish tricks. He put the lizard in a bag of colored pebbles that scared me.

He hid the shirt and said that the wind blew it away, so I had to ask to go into the neighbor's garden to find it.

And he disassembled the mop so that when I touched it, it fell apart into pieces. He even held my hand and said he loved me...

However, the morning after the night we both made love together, he was always saying rude words.

"Hurry up, Bella, what are you looking for out there that takes so long?" His voice sounded scowling.

"Brian, if you dare to play tricks, I will put the pot on your head."

After whispering, I took a deep breath and entered the bathroom.

The sight that appeared in front of me made me want to run away immediately.

But with this debtor status, I know where to run, unless I have the courage to run out of his house, to go abroad, I should run. I also owe your mother a huge amount of money.

In a high-quality porcelain bathtub, Brian is in a semi-naked form, sitting among the white soap bubbles.

I guess if he stood up, he would definitely be naked. I have to admit that he has flawless white skin.

I really want to peel that skin and put it on myself to make myself more beautiful.

"What do you need?" My eyes left that back and looked straight up at the ceiling.

"Help me scrub my back."

"What... what?" I rolled my eyes, looked at his attractive body, and stammered.

"I am speaking English. Scrub my back for me."

Brian turned his head and raised the bath sponge.

I stared blankly at the pervert sitting in the white soap bubbles.

Brian thinks he is the king, right? Or does he think he's a kid?

If he asked me to skin him, I wouldn't say no. No maid bathed a thirty-year-old master.

A pervert, extremely perverted.

In modern times, he still oppresses others like this. I am not a slave.

"Why don't you shower yourself?" I spoke up angrily.

"How? Don't I have the right to ask you to do it? Or is it because my mother pampers you so much that you want to climb on top of my head and sit?" His voice was sharp and extremely serious.

"Not. Alright, I will do it."

I take the soft bath sponge from his hand, reluctantly set the phone aside, and sit on the edge of the tub to help him scrub his back.

I would imagine him to be such a big child.