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.