The $eductress – Episode 61

THE $EDUCTRESS

THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE STRIPPER

WRITTEN BY: Pamela James

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Chapter 61

Anastasia p.o.v

I felt so out of place, but I walked out into the kitchen to find something to eat.

I had this weird feeling that he would have a few things for me already.

I have told him that I always have a few things that I always eat every day, and if I didn’t have any them, I would fall apart before I buy more:

fruit, cake and carrots.

All three were there.

I wanted to think it was a coincidence at first because people buy these things to eat.

But what got me upset was that they were sectioned off in one shelf of the fridge, all together, as if to say these are for me and not him.

It is even less of a coincidence when it is chocolate cake when he told me he liked vanilla more.

I know I should be happy that Arnaldo pays attention to me, but I caught myself frowning because I didn’t want him expecting me to stay here.

I know he wants to make me comfortable here, but he doesn’t need to buy me things.

I didn’t complain to myself anymore when my stomach grumbled and I reached to get the fruit first.

I took a breath and went searching for the silverware again.

It was so quiet and beautiful too.

I have never been in an environment like this before, and it will take some time getting used to it.

I just went outside and ate my fruit in peace.

This was the first time I have ever felt so calm in my life.

Just staring out into the city while I stand on the balcony of someone else apartment.

This is what I want.

This is what I dream of.

This is the kind of energy I wanted in my life.

I wanted to get used to it, but I really didn’t belong here.

At least, this isn’t my apartment.

I shouldn’t over stay my welcome.

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When I was done I washed my fork and put it back from where I got it from.

I got right back into bed and answered my messages I had been ignoring.

Jennifer was curious what I was doing since I hadn’t posted on social media for everyone to see where I was or know what I was doing on my day off, and she didn’t seem surprised.

At this point, she expects me to live here.

It is a nice thought, but it is not something I want to think deep about.

I fell asleep again when I got tired, and woke up four hours later, it was still quiet.

I had nothing to do.

I know I told Arnaldo I wouldn’t be here when he gets back, but I don’t know if that will be the case.

I was bored but didn’t want to leave.

There had to be something for me to do.

Just as I got out of bed, Arnaldo came back from work.

TBC