A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first rated M fanfiction, so please be easy on me! I'm sort of basing this off of Fifty Shades of Grey, so some of you who have read that book will see some similarities. Have fun and enjoy!
"Do you seriously have to go?" Sloane asked as I fumbled with the excuse I called my hair. "Come on, Kim. It's Friday night, and you're going to work? You're twenty-two, smart, fun, and a beautiful blonde. Go out and live a little! Maybe meet a guy!" She mumbled the last part hoping I didn't hear; I heard.
I continued dueling with my hair, but eventually gave up. In the end, I tied it up into a ponytail. "Look Sloane, I need the extra money. Plus, I'm really lucky with this job. It's easy, well-paying, and hard to get," I explained as I headed to closet. My roommate let out a groan and jumped backwards onto the bed on her back.
"Yeah, because being a maid is such a glamorous career." I laughed at her sarcasm. When I first met Sloane during my freshman year at UCLA, I believed she was a shy and timid person, but after our first weekend, I realized I was wrong. She was the life of the party. Sloane received attention wherever she goes, whether it was for looks or personality; She loved attention.
"I know it's not the best, but my uncle works at the house, and I was lucky to even be considered. Plus, he's getting old. He won't leave the place because he considers it his home. Someone's got to take care of him."
Uncle Rudy was the one who took me in when I was only thirteen. My parents both died in a car crash which I miraculously survived. He was the only family I had left other than my older sister. The job he has now was the same job he had forty years ago. The primary butler. When I was young, he would only work the weekends and spend the week with me. His job was able to support us both and was able to get me through my last three years of college. Once I left the house, he started working full-time and eventually moved into the service quarters at the house. I owed it to him for all that he'd done for me.
"When will you be back?" Sloane probed. Her long brown hair fell past her shoulders. It's the kind of hair I envied.
"Sunday evening," I answered as I held up two blouses: pale blue and white.
"White," she decided. I always trusted her fashion advice. Yet another trait I envied. "It's suits you better than blue." I thanked her and glanced at myself in the mirror one last time.
"You look great, Kimmy," Sloane complimented. I couldn't help but smile at the nickname she called me. I sat myself next to her on the bed.
"Not as great as you, Sloaney Bologna," We both laughed at the nickname I came up on the spot. It was true though. Sloane was the kind of girl that you expect to step right out of a magazine. She had a small and delicate frame like me, but she didn't look as awkward as I did. Sloane had natural charm and it was amazing how much people noticed her while I stayed in the background. I enjoyed the background.
After saying a quick goodbye, I headed out of the apartment. It was a bright sunny day in Seaford, which is very rare. Usually, it was extremely hot and I couldn't stand the heat, but today, there was a light breeze which cooled the temperature.
I made my way to my car. It was a red Jeep Wrangler X. Sloane and Uncle Rudy kept insisting that I got a newer and safer car, but this was the last car my parents owned. Luckily, this car was able to be fixed when they couldn't. It had sentimental value. Plus, it still worked well for an old car.
Once I buckled my seatbelt and started the engine, I pulled out my phone and dialed my uncle's number. It rang about four times before he picked up.
"Hello? Kim?" he answered cheerfully. I could almost hear his smile.
"Hey Uncle Rudy," I greeted back. "I'm just calling to tell you I'm on my way. I'll be there within half an hour,"
"Great! I'll tell Mr. Berkley you're on your way. He'll be excited to see you." I could hear his chuckle. Mr. Berkley? Who's that? I shook the question out of my head. After saying a quick goodbye and "I love you," I hung up and tossed the phone to the passenger seat.
I made it to the estate within exactly twenty-seven minutes. Uncle Rudy was already waiting out front. When I pulled up, I saw the horror in his face as he acknowledged my transportation.
"Kim. I thought we talked about this. You need a new car," he nagged to which I rolled my eyes at. Rudy let out a laugh and embraced me tightly. "I missed you, Kimmy."
"I missed you too," I answered and pulled away from the embrace. He insisted on taking my bag, but I refused. It was just one bag. I'd be fine. I looked up at the dwelling. It was larger than I remembered. Many families had come and go, but Uncle Rudy always remained. The home reminded me of the house from that Iron Man movie, large and luxurious.
As we made our way inside, a tall blonde woman with a pixie cut came scurrying down the hallway with a bright smile plastered across her face. "Kimmy-pie!" she yelled and gathered me into her arms tightly.
"Hi Aunt Bethany," I'm barely able to breathe. Aunt Bethany wasn't really my aunt, but she was close enough for me to consider her as one. When Rudy would take the weekend shifts when I was young, Bethany would babysit me and when she was working the weekday shift, Rudy was watching over me. Bethany practically watched me grow up.
She pulled away from the embrace, but didn't let go of my shoulders. Aunt Bethany examined me from head to toe. "My word," she marvels. "You've gotten so beautiful since I last saw you. You took my advice and grew out your hair! Good for you, Kim. Good for you." She continues on and on about how I look and grown. Bethany went on about how I looked so tiny and thin, and that I should be eating more to which I rolled my eyes at. (it's a habit)
Aunt Bethany led me to the kitchen where she set up a small ham and avocado sandwich. I gave her a small thank you and started eating. I was only able to take one bite. I was too full already.
"So who lives here now?" I asked Rudy as I took a sip of my water. He sat next to me with the same cheery smile.
"His name is Jackson Anderson Berkley. Highly respected man. He's the CEO of his own company, Berkley Enterprises," Rudy went on and on about how amazing this Berkley guy was, but I didn't care.
"Does he treat you alright?" I questioned. This was the only thing I cared about. Uncle Rudy nodded his head.
"He is very kind and pays very well." That's all I needed to hear.
Throughout the day, Uncle Rudy and Aunt Bethany gave me a tour of the house and showed me my room in the service quarters. It was small but not insanely small. It was cozy. After I was settled in, they introduced me to Mika, one of the house maids. She instantly took me under her wing and taught me all the jobs.
Mika had a very thick accent which I couldn't pinpoint, but was full of energy. She reminded me of Sloane, but with more attitude. I decided that I like Mika. We worked together for the rest of the day while having little talk. Mika was part of a large family back in her country. She was almost considered royalty until her family lost all their money in investments. She eventually flew to the USA to make money to support her family.
People like Mika made me actually like my generation. The rest of the damned people were all about sex, drugs, money, and sex. It was horrible.
The next morning, Mika woke me up and we continued our chores such as doing the dishes, cleaning rooms, and folding clothes. At around six, I was exhausted. All I wanted to do is fall down and sleep, but Mika was bursting with energy.
She handed me a stack of clothes. "Can you bring these up to the master bedroom and sort them out?" she asked, but I knew it's more of a command. I nodded and headed upstairs careful not to drop the garments.
The master bedroom was very modern looking. It looked like more of a hotel room than an actual room, but it was nice. My favorite part of the room was the windows. They were full wall windows, so they reached from the ceiling to the ground. The view was spectacular. It was the garden which Mika and Aunt Bethany strived to keep beautifully.
I set the clothes down on the king bed and started sorting. Whoever this Berkley guy was, he had a great sense of style. Five minutes in, I heard the front door of the house open and Bethany's feet scurrying down the hall.
"Mr. Berkley!" She yelled with amusement, but it seemed a little more professional. "I have your tea waiting for you in your study." I couldn't hear another voice. It was probably Berkley.
As I continued back to my folding and sorting, I heard the stairs creak. Someone was coming upstairs. Just as I finished folding, the door slowly opened.
"And you are?" A low voice questioned. I forced myself to face Berkley, but that was not who I saw when I faced him. This man was much younger than I thought. Maybe in his mid twenties. His hair was long and brown, but it wasn't shaggy. It suited him. He was tall and muscular and oh so good looking.
"Kimberley Anne Crawford," his voice cooed. How did he knew me? Then it hit me. I had seen his face before. A much younger version when I was ten. This man wasn't Jackson Anderson Berkley. His name was...
"Jack Brewer..."
A/N: And here's the end of chapter 1! I'd love to see what you guys think! Please review!
