Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Morning finally peeked its head after a long night of tossing and turning. I was exhausted, but I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed before making breakfast for the three of us. Mr. Wolfe eventually made his way downstairs after I had finished feeding Lark. I had attempted to make casual conversation with him, but he shot me down, making it all too clear he was very unhappy about last night. We didn’t speak after that as he left, leaving an awkward silence between us. 

 

Before I got too far into my normal daily chores to keep the house up kept, I got an email from Mr. Wolfe telling me that the bathrooms needed a deep cleaning, specifically scrubbing the grout between the tiles in the showers. 

 

I sat Lark in the bedroom outside of the bathroom and began cleaning while he played on the iPad. When I was younger, I once got in trouble with my mom for going out to a movie when she told me I couldn’t. My punishment: the tedious work of scrubbing the shower grout. Again, this felt like punishment for rejecting him. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t realize how bad of an idea it was, but maybe he was too busy thinking with his dick that he couldn’t help.

 

I sighed, resting my sore hands for a moment while I looked at the shower around me. I couldn’t complain about cleaning too much when I was in a million-dollar home, kept fed, and warm. I wasn’t about to take my blessing for advantage. 

 

“Lili.” I looked over as Lark wandered into the bathroom again. “When’s daddy going to be home?”

 

“Lark.” I took a deep breath. “I already told you it’ll be a while until he gets home.”

 

“I want daddy.” He pouted, dropping the iPad onto the tiles. Thankfully it had a toddler-proof case on it, saving it from the short fall.

 

“I know, Lark.” I stood up off my knees and made my way over to him. “I told you already that you need to be patient while I finish up cleaning. Then we can do something.”

 

“I’m bored.”

 

“I know, Lark.” I repeated myself as I picked the iPad up. “But you need to wait.”

 

“I don’t want to.” He balled up his small fists in discontent. 

 

“Lark.” I lowered my voice in warning. “You need to go back in the bedroom and find something to entertain yourself while I clean.”

 

“Fine.” He pouted before turning around and walking out into the room.

 

It took me thirty or so minutes to finish scrubbing the tiles. Honestly, I didn’t mind the tedious work and sort of enjoyed it. Not that I would want to do it every day, though. I gathered the supplies and walked out into Mr. Wolfe’s bedroom, hit by a strong scent of cologne. My eyes widened as I saw that Lark had gotten into Mr. Wolfe’s colognes.

 

“Lark!” 

 

He snapped around to face me before his face scrunched up, and he began to cry.

 

“Lark, what did you do?!” I walked over to him, dropping the bucket of cleaning supplies. 

 

“I just was playing with the pretty bottles.” He muttered.

 

“And you spilled them.” I ran my fingers through my hair, taking a deep breath to calm down.

 

He nodded guiltily. 

 

“Lark, you did a very bad thing, and you’re going to make your dad very angry.”

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“No.” Tears ran down his face.” I’m sorry.”

 

“I’m glad that you are, but being sorry isn’t enough now. You shouldn’t have done it in the first place. Now I need you to go sit down and think about what you did while I clean up.”

 

I nodded in compliance, walking over to sit down on the ottoman at the foot of the bed. I took a rag and began sopping up the spill. The scent was overpowering, even if it was usually pleasant in smaller doses. I could only imagine how much the spill had cost and feared he’d take it out of my paycheck.

 

After cleaning up the mess and Lark apologizing and saying he wouldn't do it again, we moved on to some crafts now that the house cleaning was done. Together we made some macaroni jewelry and art.

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Lark and I had eaten together without Mr. Wolfe, who was M.I.A. I had even given him a bath and put him to bed, after reading a couple of books to completion, and he was still missing. I considered calling him to check up but doubted it was my place as a worker to do so. 

 

I was sitting downstairs at the kitchen island, working on some schoolwork, when I could hear the front door open. I turned to face the stairs as Mr. Wolfe made his way up them. To my surprise, a woman was behind him, dressed to the nines in a tight revealing dress.

 

“Lilian.” Mr. Wolfe smiled a wolfish smile at me. “I’m glad you’re still awake.”

 

“Yeah.” I responded simply, not in the mood to play one of his games. I knew all too well what he was doing, trying to rub someone who would sleep with him in my face. I wasn’t about to let it bother me, even if I secretly wished that could be the one with him.

 

“How was your day?” He strolled over to me, placing his hand on the counter and towering over me, even on the barstool.

 

“Fine.”

 

“Did you clean the bathrooms?” He spoke loudly. 

 

“Yep.”

 

“Why are you being so short?” He smirked down at me.

 

“I’m not. I just have work to do.” I motioned toward my laptop. 

 

“No time to talk, then? Fine. Lydia and I will get out of your hair. We’ll try to keep things down to not disturb you.”

 

“Wait.” I turned to face him as he started to walk off.

 

“Yes?” He raised an eyebrow.

 

“Lark spilled some of your colognes.”

 

His face dropped. “We shall discuss it tomorrow, then.”

 

I nodded, watching as he motioned for the woman to follow him upstairs. I did my best to turn my attention back to my work, determined not to let him distract me, even then he already did. I just wanted to finish my homework so I could have my weekend free and enjoy the art show to the best of my abilities.

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