Hey, sorry for it taking me sooo long to update, but my summer break is for now really… eventful and well, I didn't have much time recently. Though, I somehow managed to find a while today! xD I'm not really pleased with that chapter, but hope you enjoy it anyway, I promise it'll be getting more and more interesting. :)


Eventually Effy walks to the hall and I stand up. She shakes my hand gently.

"Emily, right?" she asks and I nod, but she surprised me and not in a nice way. I mean, it's not like I was going for that job, right? She offered it to me and now what, she doesn't even remember my fucking name? And that's not the most difficult name in the world.

"Follow me," she acts so much different than on that party few days ago! She is dressed up in a very formal dress, not in some casual party clothes; her hair form a tight bun on the top of her head; she wears just a little bit of make-up, nothing special, no smoky eyes like at the party. And the house is… wow, it's pretty fucking amazing. I should have known since her address she told me when I called her involved "Upper East Side". Though, it lacks something you can call… house warmness? Not like that there's cold there, it definitely isn't, but… well, I bet everyone knows what I mean. Everything is so fucking clean that you start to wonder how it's possible to live in such a house. Even a child's drawing that hangs on the fridge looks like it was ordered from a magazine.

"Emily," Effy calls my name to bring me back to reality. I obviously must have been looking like a freak while looking around the whole living room (where we're stuck at the moment) with my eyes and mouth open widely.

"Um, yes?" I glance at her and she sighs which makes me feel I'm a really annoying person.

"I asked you if you're allergic to anything?"

I frown. "Um, no," I answer finally.

"That's great. Harry is allergic to nuts and soya, so under no circumstances is he allowed to eat any of these. You understand?" I nod simply. I'm not a fucking moron, I know that you can't eat things you're allergic to!

"Great, Emily," God, why does she speak to me as if I really were a moron? "I'll show you the rest of the house," Effy smiles and stands up.

While she is showing me the rest of the house, I start thinking about her husband. Who is he? Where is he? Are they happy together? It doesn't seem so, judging from her not-so-innocent flirt with the bartender.

"Emily," she calls my name and I'm suddenly really nervous. I hope I didn't miss something important she just said again, especially that she was probably speaking all the time.

Effy smiled. "Now you know everything," she looks at her watch. "I have to go to a meeting with my client. Please, pick Harry up from the kindergarten in, um, two hours. Now just enjoy your free time." I nod, she's really bossy, you can hear it in her voice she's used to giving orders. I'm just about to walk away when she adds: "But can you please stay here? I know it's rude and you may have others plans for now, but my friend called me just before you came and she said she's coming here in, um, about an hour? She's going to live here for some time and I just can't tell her she's got to go to the hotel… She's from UK and… Though, if you have some other plans, I can, I don't know, give a key to my watchman or whatever… I just, um," she hesitates. "I think it'd be easier for her if someone was here when she comes, she's not in the best state you know?" I nod and realize that all I do is nodding and giving one-word answers, so I clear my throat and decide to say a full sentence.

"Yes, of course I can stay, I'm glad I can help you and your friend." Wow, that was pretty amazing. And a bunch of lies.

Effy grins. "Thanks! I'll tell her you'll be here. And of course I'll pay you a lot for that." I raise my eyebrow, but don't say a word. Some additional money is always welcome, especially for someone in my situation. "You can explore my house by yourself. Of course, everything is, um, at your disposal." I smile and nod and when she leaves, I definitely don't waste my time and start to feel like a princess. God, maybe it's my only chance? I'm sitting on a really comfortable leather sofa watching television (and the TV is like, omg, huge) when I hear the knock on the door. I frown, wondering who is it if I didn't get any call from the watchman that someone's coming. I open the door carefully. And who I see? The watchman!

"Hello," he says and smiles, but I can't stop the feeling that something's not right.

"Hi," I answer and look at him expectantly, but when he doesn't say a word, I roll my eyes and add: "Something happened?"

"Nope," he giggles. God, what the fuck? "You're new here," it's rather a statement, not a question, so I don't feel a need to confirm it.

"So?" well, that may be quite rude, but I'm not in the mood to take a part in pointless conversations.

"You may want to tell me your name, huh?" I frown. Is that what he came here for? I mean, does he always do that? To every newly-hired Effy's employer?

"I'm Emily," I don't reach out my hand to shake his, letting him know that his strange behaviour isn't welcome.

"I'm James, but you can call me Cook," he says and smirks. God, that's disgusting. Cook, huh? Rather Cock. "I was thinking, you know, maybe we should go somewhere? After work, huh, babe?"

"Sorry, but firstly, I'm not your babe, and secondly, well, I don't think you're my type."

"What?" he doesn't look shocked, rather amused. "I'm everyone's type, babe, just look at me and you instantly know it. Come on, don't hide it," he says and reaches my cheek to stroke it. I leap back immediately.

"No way, babe," I say and he laughs.

"Bossy, I like it."

I make a disgusted expression at his laugh.

"Sorry now, can you please go away? I've got some work to do."

"Hope not too much babe. Does Effy treat you nice? I won't have to have a serious talk with her, will I?"

I roll my eyes, but I have to admit – he is funny. Well, kinda.

"Don't worry."

"Oh, I will however, you know me," he says and smirks at my surprised look. "Gonna go now, work, you know. But I'll visit you soon to, you know, check you out. Haha," God, what a fucking little… "Ciao, babe," I close the door and walk back to the lovely sofa, when again I hear the knocking on the door. I swear I'm gonna kill him, who the fuck does he think he is?

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I told you—" I stop talking when I raise my eyes and see… wow, the most perfect woman I have ever seen in my entire life (and hey, it's not like I'm 12 years old, right? So it means something). She's blonde, rather tall and fuck, she's fit. Like really fit. Even though she's wearing some plain t-shirt and jeans, she looks fabulous. And really I think— fuck, Emily, what are you doing? Stop staring at her, you perv!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she looks confused, I look her in the eye; they are two perfect pools of blueness. And they're rather lost at the moment.

"No, I'm sorry, I just thought it was someone else," I look around and woah, there he is, annoying Cock, holding her luggage (wow, a lot of suitcases… like, really).

She smirks and suddenly her face expression changes from a confused one to a cold one and it seems something in her eyes disappeared.

"Fine. You must be Emily? Effy told me you're gonna be here." She reaches her hand out (and even that simple gesture performed by her seems really royal). I shake it gently and smile.

"Yeah."

"I'm Naomi." Woahhh, Naomi, what a beautiful name! Everything about her seems perfect! God, what's going on with me? "You're gonna let me in?" she asks and I realize that for few seconds I was just staring at her. I move back quickly.

"Sure, sorry," I smile but she doesn't return it, she just looks at me and raises her eyebrow as she walks inside. I look back at her, but she doesn't turn round. Instead, Cook passes me by with her luggage.

"So now I know why I'm not your type, Emilio man."


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