Four

Did I hear him right or is it just my imagination running wild, he just called the one. Is it what I think it is?

"Father, can you please repeat what you just said for clarity?" I wanted to be sure.

"Do you have a problem with him?"

He asked and I glanced at him, why would I have a problem with him? Gosh, my blood is boiling with excitement.

"Besides, he is the only one I trust to look after you the same way I do." He had no idea how happy I was to be entrusted to him. I get to see him every single day living under the same roof, I don't have to dream about him anymore because it would soon be a reality.

"Or is there......"

"Say no more, Father. I trust your judgement." I cut him off before he could bring another option that would make me sulk.

This was the best good news I have ever heard in my entire life. I get the chance to be with him and not only that, make him mine. I am ready to do anything to make him fall for me. I tossed in my bed feeling excited, I can't wait till the next week to be with him.

I yawned feeling sleepy and closed my eyes to get some shut-eye with a smile plastered on my face.

****

The day my father will be leaving arrived. I woke earlier than usual and prepared my father's favorite meal before he got out of bed.

As I cook, I hummed my favorite song while twerking. It was the weekend and I had no class, it was the perfect day to rejoice.

"You seem happy." My father's voice made me straighten up. I smiled at him and gestured for him to sit.

"I'll miss you." I said while dishing the food, he smiled and pinched my cheek.

"We will see each other soon."

I chuckled at what he said. "You mean three years later."

"We will still get in touch, so why would you miss me?" He said, pointing at his laptop.

"My bad, I won't miss you."

I replied before stuffing my mouth full. He laughed at me, not because of what I said but what I just did.

"That reminds me when you were still a child, back then you ......."

"Oh, Father, please." I didn't let him say the rest, he probably wanted to say boring stuff about my childhood.

I followed him to the airport to see him off, he has been a single parent to me without my mother beside him, and now he is leaving alone. I hugged him and told him to take care of himself.

After I left the airport, my heart rate increased, I was going to meet him at his place. I made sure to dress nicely and tied my hair in a way to make me look cute.

I arrived at his place with my luggage, it was actually the first time I was coming over to his house. He lives in a duplex, from the outside I could tell the interior will be magnificent. I pressed the bell and someone I didn't recognize opened the door and ushered me inside. I scrutinized her face and no memory of her appeared in my head.

I had to ask, "who are you?"

She smiled before answering. "I'm the housekeeper."

"Oh, I see. I'm Sarah." I stretched my hands for a handshake.

"I'm Erin." She still had a smile plastered on her face. She looked to be in her late 20's with big eyes and average height. She had fairer skin than mine and to be honest, she was good-looking.

"Where's Mr. Clinton?" I asked. Clinton was Xavier's last name.

"He hasn't returned but he will be back soon, he told me to help you arrange your stuff." She answered and helped me take my luggage inside. Only when she left did I notice my surroundings. The spacious room was elegantly furnished with plush velvet sofas, antiques, and Persian rugs. I stroked my hands on the velvet sofa as I admired the shimmering crystal chandelier. I never knew he was this rich; I really knew nothing about him but I only knew he is a surgeon.

Erin showed me to my room and told me to rest. I thanked her for helping me place all my stuff. She just smiled. She really does smile a lot, is it some kind of code of conduct for a housekeeper that I'm unaware of or it's just her personality.

She told me she was going home and I said goodbye to her before she left. I lay on my bed daydreaming, I couldn't wait to see him. I fell asleep and woke up in the evening and still he hasn't returned. To keep myself busy, I strolled around the house to familiarize myself with my new home.

As I approached the kitchen, an idea popped up in my head. My lips curled as I got ready to execute my plan. I went back to my room and grabbed my trusty apron. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. I wanted to find out if what they say is true. Making something delicious would make him see my worth, so I decided to start with that before moving on to the next phase.

I grabbed the knife and started chopping the vegetables, back then when I was fourteen I overheard him saying he loved vegetables, especially carrots, and since then, I've been eating carrots like there was no tomorrow. And now I decided to make him something he would never forget the taste for a lifetime.

I smiled to myself when I saw how appetizing the food looked. That night when my father told me about the job transfer, I planned every move and methods I was going to use on him to make him fall for me. I did a lot of research on how to make a man feel good. I saw some shameless things online but I'll start with offering myself as his personal chef before moving on to the next display of affection. I know I might display some weird behavior but I'll start with reasonable ones before getting to the real game. I'm not going to rush things; I'll steal his heart slowly so he will be unable to say no when I finally confess my feelings to him.

I set the dining table and poured some wine awaiting his arrival. I made sure everything looked good before nodding in satisfaction.

I went to the bathroom to wash up and wore one of my favorite dresses. A pink short off-shoulder gown which showed my cleavages a little, I loosened my hair free as it touched my waist and wore my best friend's perfume. Well, I asked her for it since I was waiting for this special day; I'm not really good at buying perfumes. My thighs were exposed and that's exactly what I wanted.

I went to the living room, took a deep breath, and sat on the sofa crossing my legs while playing with my fingers awaiting his arrival.